He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

I think lots of people have dome this but this is for my own humour WARNING COPYCANISS

So this is not a book it's rap I write about many things some are real some...not so much but I'm only 14 and I really do want to go further with my talent i hope u enjoy my raps and hopefully. U can relate to a few of them :)

"Frantic and confused. Mind feels bruised. Its a connection you fused" "Mind still shaking as i continue to think, a broken heart i see in a blink.." "I'm trying to numb the pain in my heart, by numbing my arms as i start" "And even if I'm not physically in the stars, six feet under never leaves my mind." Welcome to 'Just forever depressed'. Where I accept my fate that my destiny was never written to end in happiness. This is not your typical story, actually it's not even a story. This book includes different little parts of just poems, just extracts, just writtings, just thoughts, just emotions, just fears, just sadness, just memories, just time. I started this when I was 13, in 2013. And I plan to carry on adding to this book until one day my heart feels content to press complete. (edited in 2020, re edited in 2024). Slowly but surely...

[Before you begin reading just a quick warning; this story has painfully slow updates, it is also very cliche but it does improve as the story goes on] When Jade Everett was ten years old, her first kiss was stolen by Jared Felton. Six years later Jade has still not forgiven him, although she doesn't really have to worry about it seen as she knows she will never see him again. This all changes when none other than the Jared Felton enrolls in her school, looking more gorgeous than ever. Jared quickly becomes worshipped at Eastwood high, despite his bad attendance record, awful attitude, low care tolerance for school and the cocky smirk which never seems to leave his lips; he still finds a way to make everyone in a 10K radius fall in love with him. Well, everyone except Jade. And Jared is willing to do anything to change that. Can Jared win Jade over, or will he always just be the boy who stole her first kiss? ♥My Stolen First Kiss reached #1 on Teen Fiction 20/8/14 ♥My Stolen First Kiss reached #1 on Humor on 20/8/14 [Story will be properly edited when completed]

| SAMPLE ONLY; READ IT NOW ON GALATEA | ❝He's the boy she left behind. She's the girl he let go.❞ ➵ Before she became one of music's biggest up-and-coming artists, Evelyn "Evie" Chase was a nobody at the bottom of the Roosevelt High School food chain with only a handful of friends. Her best friend (and longtime crush)--popular jock, Adam Fields--was her polar opposite, but despite their differences, their bond was as strong as they come. That is, until one day-- one mistake--changed the course of their friendship forever, and the once inseparable duo never spoke again. Fast forward three years, and everything's changed. Evie has the world at her feet, now out in L.A. living her dream as a seventeen-year-old popstar-- leaving the town, the boy who broke her heart, and those who'd made high school unbearable behind. Meanwhile, Adam--at Roosevelt finishing off senior year and still the school (and town's) beloved "golden boy"--is trying his hardest to let go of the past and the girl he let get away. And it's going well, the two of them living their separate lives. Until Evie's back. Suddenly, seventeen and senior year just got a lot more interesting.

This isn't the cliche 'good girl falls for bad boy' I mean I love cliche but it can get a bit old. 'Not a lover' is a story about two people who are like magnets one is south, one is north and you just can't put them together. Life has it up's and downs but these two face everyday battles but completely different ones. Love is something we all need, it doesn't have to be from the love of our life or someone soo special, Love is something that the mouth can't say Love is something that words can't describe And love is something you can't make a person understand. But sometimes you gotta learn the hard way what 'Love' actually means Bella has decided she doesn't want to fall in love ever! She hates it even the word makes her skin crawl No matter how irrestable he is Even if he's Harry Potter! She's never been heartbroken before So what's the reason she doesn't want to ever fall in love? Aiden was breathing fast and heavy on my face as he leaned forward for a kiss, he kept getting closer every time I moved back until I hit something it was the wall I couldn't go anywhere else. He had his grip tight around my waist DAMN IT! Out of every part of my body to grab he decided the waist, he used his lips to trace mine my blood started to boil LITERALLY! I tried to keep the tears in but they just started falling like Niagara Falls, I whispered "I can't do this please" he placed little kisses on my cheek slowly down to my neck I felt tingles wherever he kissed I couldn't take it anymore I pushed him away, "I'm sorry" They were the only words to come out of my mouth. "We both know you're not" he said quietly "I'm not in love with you" I replied "Yeah you keep telling yourself that" WTF! I'm not his play-toy I just don't know what he wants from me? He stromed off, "Aiden you never opened my banana!" How am I going to eat it now?

Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantly fighting to do the right thing. But what happens when choosing to do the right thing is suddenly a much harder decision to make? When she and her family move away from the homey state of Virginia to the bustling city of New York, her life takes an abrupt turn at the very corner of crazy-ville. How is she going to handle her first year in public school as the only visible Muslim in sight? Not to mention the fact that she's forced to be locker buddies with a completely bipolar psychopath that seems to hold the key to a murky past not even he knows the whole truth of. Daleela will face it all; a journey full of love, mistakes, discrimination, and maybe a few unplanned adventures. Although she's always been a true fighter, how will she handle everything that is happening without losing sight of what's truly important to her? Will she be able to juggle keeping up with her family and protecting her modesty while still maintaining a firm grip on her faith? What will happen when one girl has to fight for the respect of so many and prove herself to everyone looking down on her? Well, you'll have to take a dive into her world and find out for yourself... © 2012-2021 JAMEELAH LATHAM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED