When the naturally gifted kid meets the academic burn out, seeking validation. ☆彡⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂ミ★ Genesis Sikazwe had always felt invisible, she was always "the other sister" and for the longest time it felt like she was always born to play second fiddle. Until a first chance encounter and a tragedy puts her right in the path of the boy who would change everything for her. Everyone knows there's something rather peculiar about the new student Rain Kiryu, something about him isn't quite right. Maybe it's the way his eyes are like mirrors, sharp silver and the kind that strip you bare. Maybe it's the way he seems to know everything and soared to the top of the class. Or maybe it's the fact that he can't keep his eyes off Genesis, even though their hatred for each other courses like heat through their veins. Or perhaps it's that he was never really new at all... What happens when the two are forced to work on a risky class project together at the university? Rumor has it that desire burns in forced proximity and secrets and lies are to be revealed, that what was once hidden will come to light.

~"You don't know me." I snap. "Sure, I don't. We've only spent more than half of our lives together. But I don't know you. Like at all, I don't." He says sarcastically, making me stand up from my chair and stand in front of him with crossed arms. He keeps seated on my bed, looking just as angry as myself. I study his face for a really short second and internally groan. Puberty did really hit him good. ~ · Why would Hades think that after two years of not seeing Emma and not answering her calls, she would still be the same? How could he expect her to still be that weak little girl that depended on him? No, Emma has changed into somebody he has yet to discover. Two years ago, these two had their biggest fight. Best friends should get over it and move on, right? But what if there was no way they could talk it out, due to an unpleasant misunderstanding? Two years of not hearing shit from each other. Two years of being separated...and that after a bad argument. Both too stubborn to talk about it. But wouldn't it be so easy to finally sit down and talk? Even after what they did at Julie's first party of the new school year? I mean, they could still act like it didn't happen, since they have both been drunk. Yet they remember and decide it would be best to just avoid each other. Well, they seem to do a really bad job.

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

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Dahlia Gray has the opportunity to leave. In a home that leaves her mentally exhausted at every small occurrences, she manage to snag a once-in-a-lifetime internship that could potentially fund her escape. It meets all her needs: housing, a full-ride scholarship, and if she sticks around long enough-a paid six-figure salary. The only requirement that threatens her chances? Her ability to drive. Reid Harlow has no aspirations in his life. Bound to a lifetime of bouncing from foster home to foster home, when he lands on the steps of the Soberano-Godfrey residence, he believes this one isn't any different. In an effort to get away from bubbly greetings, and a family that doesn't know when to shut the hell up, he found himself settle on a park bench with a cigarette for comfort. What he doesn't know is this specific bench happens to belong to a girl that doesn't like to share. He refuses to leave. She refuses to back down. Their instant love-hate relationship takes a turn when he offers to teach her how to drive. This is dual perspective.