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.
The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.
This is a story about the complicated life of an African-american Indian girl who faces the challenges of high school and boys while dealing with the drama of her sworn enemy, Holly the highschool brat and her new romantic interest which is the boy who never liked her. Will she figure out his true intentions or fall f...
This isn't a love story. It's a sad story, of a boy lost between two worlds; his fiction and realiy. Everything goes haywire when he looses his memory for the second time but that wasn't the sad part. He lost his sanity too. He didn't ask for all this, all he wanted was vanilla, yet he got strawberry, mint, chocolate...
Book 1 in the "Life in-" series Scarlett Rain Rhodes is just like every other 17 year old high school Junior. She goes to school, makes good grades, cheers on her schools squad and tries to stay out of drama. What makes her different is the fact that she is responsible for taking care of her four siblings after her...
Three words and that's all it takes to change your whole word. But it's only a game? ----------------------------------------------------------------- Read to know the short story of a girl and a boy playing this game called love. 2 Chapters | 1 Special Alternate Story Vote.Comment.Share!
Cliché /klēˈSHā/ a very predictable or unoriginal thing or person. Cliches. They're everywhere. Hated by everyone. But no one hates them more than Pandora Joyner. She grew up reading those horrible bad boy/good girl cliché ridden books and, boy, was she tired of them. She had despised the thought that she could ever...
"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this ye...