This is a modern royal story He is dominating and strong She is submissive and timid but not weak He is fire She is water He is short tempered and mature She is calm, innocent and childish He is a man of few words She is too much talkative He takes all dicisions of the palace She is the most pampered girl of house He is royal and soon to be king She is a most loved girl and a middle class He doesn't show any emotions on his face Her face shows the most emotion and is like an open book Let's see how they are tied into knot of arrange marriage and will they be able to reach the love in their journey or some enimes would ruin it?? Story of Nandini Rajput and Abhiyansh Rajvanshi

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

Ashley Canton has always been the shy, timid, introverted girl, who tries as much as possible to stay out of trouble. She has average looks or so she thinks. She is anything but popular and isn't a nerd either. For someone like her who feels inferior, being in her final year in high school, she decides it was about time she became confident and focused more on academics. But there's a little problem, she has a crush on Grayson Wesley, her class's most gentle boy whom she has never spoken to before, and neither has he. During a test, Ashley felt someone burning holes at the back of her head, so in curiosity she turned, only to see that it was Grayson. She expects him to tear his eyes away as he's been caught by her, but he doesn't. Being persuaded by her friend to confront him, she does speak face-to-face with Grayson just to prove she can be confident. The aftermath wasn't something she expected at all, rather it was way better. Whatever happened starts the epitome of their love. But what happens when Ashley finds out that Grayson isn't who he portrays to be? Would she stay or let her feelings decide her fate? Highest Ranks #1 in inlove #3 in laugh #1 in Grayson #1 in ginger # 1 in trending #2 in smile

Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

DISCLAIMER: This story is completed, however it is unedited. I wrote this story when I was very young, and it is reflected in the work. If you are looking for the edited version of Love, Emma as seen on my Instagram or Facebook, this is NOT it. . . . . . . . . . . "E-Emma? It's okay y-you know. I-I'm used to i-i-it." "You shouldn't have to be, some people disgust me, the nerve of them." "I can't blame t-t-th-them, I m-mean l-l-l-look at m-me." He sounds so defeated, even though I can tell he's trying to hide it, so hurt and broken and utterly defeated. And that, to me, is absolutely heartbreaking. Whipping around, he bumps into me, clearly not expecting my abrupt stop. "I am looking at you, and you're beautiful Nathan Walker, beautiful." There's tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat the size of a basketball, and my eyes are burning, and my heart hurts but it's so fast, pounding a beat against my chest---because he should know. People like Nathan deserve to be told how unequivocally, unconditionally, completely beautiful they are. . . . . . . . . . . Emma Dawn is a sixteen year old girl in the big city of Toronto who befriends her school's social pariah, Nathan Walker. Outcast for his looks, Nathan's a very quiet, very gentle, giant, but everything's not that simple; the tough guy one might assume him to be is nothing like what he actually is, not with his stutter, continuous insecurities, and his social anxiety. While their friendship develops, both at school and at his families Italian-style Cafe, Emma slowly starts to tear down his walls, finding herself deeply caring for the boy she finds behind them---a boy so caught up in his life's worth of ridicule, he has no idea of how beautiful he is. Read on into the story of Emma and Nathan, where she helps him come to terms with his anxiety, breaks his insecurities, and every other social standard set to define something beautiful. . . . . . . . . . .

"You're a fucking liar, that's what you are" "You only know your point of view not mine" _________________ Venus is finally happy in her day to day lifestyle. Her 6 year old is happy, everyone around her is joyous except for a person who she has been trying to avoid for 6 years. Mateo, the person she's been avoiding. Cutting all contact suddenly, leaving with no explanation. Like any other person he was angry at Venus. After 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 he finally locates her and initiates a deal with her father. All just to have somewhat contact with her but he doesn't know why Venus ran away in the first place.. Will Venus finally admit the truth? Or will Mateo find out for himself?

She needed a job. He needed a reason to see her again. When Embre Daniels meets Landon Hale, a quiet, guarded CEO who lives behind the scenes, she doesn't expect to ever encounter him again until a job application changed everything. The job is simple. But what unfolds between them isn't. What begins as a professional agreement slowly becomes something neither of them planned: steady, soul-stirring, and impossible to ignore. Their connection is real-but so are the secrets surrounding it. Told like a letter and lived like a memory, Dear Mr. CEO is a beautiful love story that finds its way... even through silence, timing, and unexpected turns.

The bell above the entrance door rung, indicating someone had walked in. "We're closed," I called as I swung my head around to face the door. I froze when I saw a tall tan handsome man dressed in an all-black suit standing by the entrance, power and dominance radiating off of him. I closed my mouth quickly when I realised I was staring with my mouth agape. "I was just wondering where Mr Santiago is?" He asked, an Italian accent lacing his voice. I stared at him for a few a seconds needing time to process that this Italian god was actually standing in front of me, before getting a hold of myself and answering him. ~~~~~ #1 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 #20 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 #2 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 #8 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #3 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #12 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 #10 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 #137 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 #44 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #2 gangs