"This is a story about a boy who lost his home. And a girl who lost herself. In the end, they might find more than what they were looking for." - REVIEWS: "The homeless boy holds an important message, which I think is 'you don't need money to be happy'. I also love how in these stories the roles are switched since in most wattpad books it's the girl who's vulnerable." -@Cheshiii "Very beautiful and unique story, no doubt it's one of the best on Wattpad!" -@emilarad - Book 2 in the "Pure Love Tales" series. Highest ranks: #3 in New Adult, #5 in Short Story.

#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

When Elora moves to Everbrook her intoxicating fascination with the mysterious and murderous Mason begins. When she first encounters Mason, he places a knife to her throat and attempts to murder her, but instead of being afraid Elora is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Mason hates her for learning about his murderous ways but even he soon realises that he would prefer to kiss her than kill her. As Elora begins to break down the barriers around Mason's heart, she starts to realise that not everything in her life is as it seems. The town she lives in, the people she thought she knew, and the man she loves, may not be who she thinks they are. Love is all that matters to Elora, but will that be enough to save her town from the sinister plans of the malicious murderer plaguing Everbrook, Marlemore?

"Mine..." I spoke breathlessly, as I tucked a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear. F*ck, she's so beautiful. Thinking of how blessed I was to have this moment with her, I leaned in for another kiss, and swiftly moved my hands down from her blushing cheeks, to her waist, pulling her closer to my body. God, if only she knew how much I wanted her. "Chris, I can't-" she mumbled, and tried to pull away by firmly pressing her tiny palms on my chest. Instead, I crushed her delicate body into mine and kissed her deeper, causing her to whimper adorably. Smirking, I nuzzled her neck as I began to rain kisses all over it, leaving visible spots. But suddenly, she pushed me away. A tear rolled down her right cheek, and instantly made me soften. "Vanessa?" worry filled my voice as I slowly walked towards her with heavy footsteps, only to find her backing away from me. She was looking down and biting her lower lip from trying to hold her tears. I immediately froze. Shit, did I scare her? "I hate you Christopher." She said through gritted teeth as she finally looked up at me with her big brown eyes, filled with disappointment. Damn it, I wanted to kill someone from seeing her like this. With one last angry look, she turned her back and walked away, leaving me in jealousy and rage. "I don't care even if you have a boyfriend, Nessa. You're going to be mine and will always be." I said to myself with confidence, as I smirked at the thought of making her mine forever.

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

"What are you doing?" -Seventh "Eating a bowl of soul."-Zero ".........Well then." -Seventh "I meant SOUP. A BOWL OF SOUP." -Zero "Yeah... sure, say it was a typo or blame it on the autocorrect." -Seventh "I'm laughing at my own failure right now." -Zero (Highest Ranking: #4 Humor 7.4.17)

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Beauty: the one and only Kassandra Grand aka Kassie. 5'4, great smile, golden hair made from the gods, brown eyes, slim athletic body, and glowing confidence. Status: popular Grade: Sophomore Relationship: douche-bag Brandon Walker Nerd: Peter Hanlin aka Peter Wiener ( given by genius Douche-bag all because it rhymes). 5'9, square glasses, acne on forehead, black brown hair, green eyes, and gangly with no body hair also known as man hair (as his brother likes to call it) and definitely not glowing with confidence. Status: ignored by most, geek Grade: Sophomore Relationship: forever alone High school is a blessed time for some but not for Peter Hanlin. Between his school work and fawning over the Kassie Grand, how could he not be popular right? This is Peter's nerdy high school story. Will he get the girl and change how people veiw him?

[ALSO KNOWN AS "MATCH MADE IN HELL" ON WEBTOON ORIGINALS] He's. . . hot, popular, and proud. She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent. There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determined to find her while she is determined to escape him? Twists get turns, fates have entangled. Life has even become harder than before. And their once-upon-a-modern-time story starts with a dance. -- Book cover illustration by raindrops_ [Old version] STARTED: Nov. 2012 FINISHED: Nov. 2013 [New edition] STARTED: Jun 2018 FINISHED: Jun 2019