Winning games. Cheers. Trophies. Spotlight. College Football star, Golden Boy, and Browning University's Quarterback, Holden Reyes has all eyes on him as he runs beneath the stadium lights. Runs to the winning score. Runs to the partying. Runs to the spotlight. Runs to the escape exit of his own desolate childhood waiting room. Holding pens. Stories. Apprehensiveness. Hidden. Winona Bennett, living life through the shadows of her made up worlds and mind's creations. With a supermodel for a mother and sister, she is the silhouette to the shadows of their spotlight shined gleaming faces. She wasn't built for the spotlight, rather just secretly walking past her writings in the hands of others on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, the thrill. Except what happens when the paths of each others' comforts cross over each other in a night of what a romance author would refer to as divine disruption? #1 in writer #1 in gold rush #1 in popular guy #1 in Manhattan #1 in supermodel #2 in famous #2 college #1 in popular #1 in collegeromance #1 in youngadult #1 in shy girl #2 in cute

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Luna is always looking at the bright side of things. She looks for any ray of sunshine in a sea of darkness. She manages to bring a smile to her face even on her darkest days. One day she stumbles upon a boy in a library. Everyone needs a little bit of light in their life. Maybe she could be his. Highest ranks: #1 in library #1 in teen love #1 in funny #2 in high school #2 in cute #2 in good girl #1 in cliche #3 in friends to lovers

Romero, struggling to push through the day to day life of his world: court bills, money, family, money, the past, money, his own mind, and more money. Carmen has been pushing to become a lawyer her whole life; wanting to be taken seriously in a field dominated by men is not easy though, and if putting up a front to be taken seriously is what it takes, then so be it. A certain struggle comes with feeling as though you have to act a certain way versus who you really are. Except a sensitive heart of gold can't be hidden behind a brick wall forever. Two people, walking across the same tight trope on opposite ends, trying not to fall. One going against the law and one trying to be the law. One born with a silver spoon and one suffering from the abrasions of life. Both trying to survive in worlds not made for them. Except everything in this world overlaps; bridges connecting different lives and stories. It's just a matter of realizing you're not too different from the person on the other side of that bridge. Highest ranks: #1 in poorboy #1 in latino #1 in feminism #1 in rich girl #1 in law #1 in fictional characters #2 in girlxboy #3 in teen romance #1 in first love #10 in cute #10 in academia #7 in Top 10 in U.S. ('24)

"So, Kaden-" "It's Kade." "Which I'm assuming is short for Kaden, so I'm gonna call you Kaden." She says with a smile, making a little dimple pop on her right cheek. "You look like a fancy business kinda dude. Are you a Mafia Don? You gonna kill me?" She interrogates. Fuck this. I stand up, grabbing my suit jacket and walking towards the door. "Ah, no discussing in public places. You wanna take this somewhere private." She says, following me making me grunt in annoyance. "Aye, no touching my goodies, alright? I know Karate." She warns. ~~~~~~ lol i suck at writing descriptions just read it <3

Annalise sees the world as though she is looking at it from afar. As if it's just a meaningless painting in a museum that she is observing. Admiring the beautiful strokes and the imperfections that somehow manage to make it even more intriguing. The last thing she would ever expect is someone reaching out from the painting and pulling her inside. The colors feeling as though she can practically taste them on her tongue. Suddenly being indulged by something she once saw as so two dimensional. Something that she once thought had no soul, no form of beauty beneath the surface. Only being able to see a pretty frame and gorgeous yet seemingly meaningless brush strokes. A life hidden in plain sight. Highest ranks: #1 in library #7 in fictional characters #1 in cute #6 in high school #1 in slowburn #4 in teen romance