Allison Montgomery. Ein Mädchen welches am liebsten ein ganz normales Leben führen würde, so wie andere 16-jährige Teenagerinnen in ihrem Alter. Doch das tut sie nicht. Sie wird gehänselt, tyranisiert und schikaniert. Um es einfach auszudrücken, sie wird gemobbt. Der genaue Grund dafür ist ihr unbekannt, doch sie hat eine Vermutung. Wer nähmlich glaubt, sie könnte dem ganzen Zuhause entfliehen, der hat falsch gedacht. Denn ihre Eltern entsprechen nicht ganz den Vorstellungen anderer. Ihre Mutter ist Drogenabhängig, ihr Vater ist Alloholiker, von beiden wird sie missachtet und misshandelt. Es wird ihr zuviel, sie kommt mir den Druck um sie herum nicht mehr klar, sie zerbricht an ihm. Sie trifft auf ein besonderes Mädchen, der Allison schnell vertraut und ins Herz schließt. Dann treten auch noch eine Gruppe von Jungs in ihr Leben und stellen es komplett auf den Kopf. Was soll sie nun tun? Aufgeben oder doch weiterkämpfen?

He enveloped me in his arms, his touch warm, as it always had been. He kissed the side of my throat, the spot where my pulse throbbed in a steady rhythm that became quicker when he kissed it, and his kiss was the same as it always had been. He smiled when he straightened himself and his smile was bright and contagious, as it always had been. His eyes, though, had changed. The blue still resembled my brothers', the twinkle was still there like the first evening star but the look in them was unexplainably different. But how?

"what're you doing?" "it's a pinkie promise" Aloura laughed lightly, grabbing his bruised hand and prying his pinkie from his locked fists. Her heart almost dropping at the sight of a small tattoo on his forearm. Evil incised into his skin, with two horns resting above the words. She stared at it for a moment, before shaking her thoughts away. "Now what?" he raises and eyebrow as his eyes lock with Aloura's. "You wrap it around mine" Aloura's gaze fell back onto their hands. Elias continued to watch her, and Aloura could feel her hands tremble from the nerves. His gaze almost burnt her, but she refused to meet it. "Just like that" she grins, gesturing to their now locked pinkies. "Now the promise is sealed in." Aloura's voice begins to falter. Elias' eyes fall to Aloura's lips. She licks them, and his eyes darken. Although they'd already kissed, Aloura found her knees beginning to weaken, and the oxygen around them no longer enough for two. Aloura's eyes flicker between Elias' and they stay like that for a moment, both too scared to be the first who pulls away. "That's all?" he whispers after a moment. His eyes now remaining on her lips. Aloura swallows, but nods, not trusting her voice to speak. "You can't break it" she whispers after a moment, feeling an overwhelming urge to warn him about the consequences of breaking a pinkie promise. "Or you'll lose your pinkie." A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips as he nods gently, mentally noting to not break the promise. Because who would risk their pinkie. Elias smirked after a moment before gently pressing his lips onto Aloura's slightly ajar ones. "What was that for?" Aloura whispers as he pulls away. Elias grinned, "My way of sealing a promise" Aloura laughed a little. But Aloura doesn't believe in promises. ♡ ♡ ♡ #1 in sad #pp1 in Elias #2 in Young Adult #7 in love #12 in crime #15 in sadstory #16 in romance #25 in death

Broken, bruised and scarred, Bailey Willow trusts no one but herself. Living in a house she doesn't like with her abusive and drunk dad, she waits for the day when she can leave. Dangerous, merciless and cold, Adrian Black is the type of person you'd fear to look at. Their paths cross when Bailey witnesses a murder she shouldn't have seen, which lands her in Adrian's house. But can he kill a girl who's been through far worse than death? #3 in tattoos | 4.3K stories | Oct 4, 2020 #15 in sadstory | 19.3K stories | Oct 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 1.8K stories | Oct 18, 2020 #1 in pretty | 9.2K stories | Oct 24, 2020 #1 in broken | 56.4K stories | Nov 7, 2020 #8 in romance | 1.2M stories | Nov 6, 2020 #7 in story | 176K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #1 in teenfiction | 198K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #8 in badboy | 98.3K stories | Nov 18, 2020 #3 in love | 1.6M stories | Nov 13, 2020 #1 in hot | 43.4K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in handsome | 5.7K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in humor | 163K stories | Nov 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 6.1K stories | Dec 1, 2020 #1 in sad | 261K stories | Jan 12, 2021 ➽───────────────❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ!

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

Ella Mae Emerson, the girl who stays hidden at all costs, the girl who likes to be alone with eyes glued to the floor, words coming out as stutters, and nervousness her own personal shadow. She's just a girl who's trying to make it through the day with anxiety clinging to her back. Declan Olin Anderson, the new kid who transferred with drooling features and a charming attitude. Football is his sport, you could say he's quite the stellar athlete who's got game both on and off the field. If you push he'll pull, he doesn't quit because no good athlete does. She wasn't like him and he wasn't like her. They each got their own problems but finding each other wasn't one of them. * "You're beautiful Ellie, that's why they're staring." He whispers into my ear. My cheeks go hot as my eyes meet his. I don't know why, but when Declan calls me beautiful I get this feeling that I can't describe. He makes me feel so special. At this moment it's just me and him, he smirks and adds, "You're my girl, not theirs, they are jealous and they should be." Completed - 12/28/19

Veronica 'Roni' Blues hides her bruises behind her baggy clothes and long hair, she hides her feelings behind her witty comebacks and sarcasm. She lives with a man that she fears, someone who disgusts her to every extent. Nobody knows what she has been going through, not even her own brother, who seems to be out more than home. A new school, a chance to start over - but it never changes. She is still the same abused girl she has been. Until Roxas makes an appearance. Can this notorious bad boy save her from her own personal hell....Or is he to late?

Haley Jacobs is not your typical teenager. Her once perfect life, long gone. She has gone through hell and back, and is barely hanging on by a thread. She's not only running from her past, but she is also running away from Him. Haley is strong girl and wants to be loved, but can't let people in due to fear from her past. Haley starts a new school hoping to stay invisible, but nothing ever goes her way. She is thrown in to a group with the school's five bad boys making people notice her. They slowly break her walls down revealing secrets that she is so desperate to hide. With each secret that is revealed, her life and those around her, are in danger. Will they still look at her the same once they know her past? What will happen to her if He finds her? #1 in hiding on 4/21/2020 #1 in hiding on 3/7/2020-3/22/2020 #2 in hiding on 2/27/2020 & 3/23/2020 #35 in Teen Fiction on 8/25/2020 #688 in Young Adult on 8/25/2020 #2 in boys on 12/20/2020 This book was formerly named "The Girl With the Dead Eyes" (**Please give this book a chance. I'm not great at writing summaries.**) This story contains sensitive content. I do not go into extreme detail though. This story does contain foul language. Please read at your own risk**

Carina Davis is a girl who goes where she needs to everyday, hiding from everyone what really happens at home. Her parents hate her, and they have no problem with displaying it for her to see. Everyone but Carina thinks her parents are saints. It's been that way since kindergarten. So what happens when new boys are in town, and the head of the group is determined to figure out why Carina's smile doesn't reach her eyes, and why Carina tenses when her parents are brought up in a conversation? And what will happen when they don't stop bugging her? Could Carina have a happy ending?

16 year old Charlotte Moore seems like the average high school girl; good grades, great friends, and somewhat liked. Charlotte has a secret only a few people know about. She's being abused by her widower father. After the death of her mother eleven years ago, he turned to drugs and alcohol and turned his only child's life into a living hell. Daniel Weston, most infamous senior at the high school and captain of boys track, notices there's something wrong with Charlotte one day. Will he find out? Or will he keep his reputation and not talk to the little outsider? All rights reserved Jane Dugan 2014