This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"And like every other person in this place, I'm a psychopath. A killer. So baby don't mess things up with me because I really don't want to hurt you" + cover by http-jendall

[SEQUEL TO I DON'T LIKE BADBOYS...SERIOUSLY. I recommend that you read that first, because major spoilage alert, but who am I to tell you what to do?] For socially awkward Cathy, talking to boys is a challenge, let alone dating the bad boy. Having finished high school without successfully working out how to kiss, the relationship is guaranteed to be an awkward one. With them taking separate paths and meeting new people, the differences between them become even more obvious, and the tightrope they've been balancing on is starting to sway. --- "So, are you going to tell me why you're giving me seventeen apples?" I mumbled, lifting the bag slightly to examine the red apples. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," he beamed proudly. "He's not a doctor yet." "Same thing." "I'm going away for fourteen days. Why seventeen?" "Well, this guy seems particularly persistent, so I'm going to give you three extra apples to really keep him away."

in which a wrong number turns into endless interactions between a girl and her crush, without him knowing. (not just a text book) lowercase intended © all rights reserved to simplyomaha - 2016 highest ranking: fanfiction #23

all she wanted was a break from her perfect life, but all he wanted was to hide from his mistakes. in which two very different teens runaway together. - lowercase intended © all rights reserved to simplyomaha - 2016 highest ranking: fanfiction #557

"lil mama" he smirked at me. "shes in 9th grade Gilinsky plus shes my sister dont get any ideas" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.