'she was his light, he was her darkness. he would do anything for her, as long as it meant he would see her smile once more. some people would say their love story is basic and overrated. but it wasn't, or at least it wasn't for them. she loved making him smile, he loved smiling for her. she loved making him laugh, he would always laugh for her. his love for her was infinite, so it was the other way around. the way they were perfect for each other. the boy who didn't talk and the girl who could talk for hours' Lily is a 17 year old girl, who has an unhealthy obsession with sunglasses, lip gloss and books. she the type of girl who every girl dreams to be, she's kind, funny, friendly, smart and absolutely gorgeous. she never believed she would ever get a relationship like in the books, she knew she would just end up heart broken, so she just kept to her two best friends Olivia and Gabi. they were the golden trio, they did everything together. they have been best friends since they could talk and they will try to keep the relationship till they die. Nathan is a 18 year old boy, who is the definition of a 'bad-boy'. Hes the football captain, he's known for being the player. His best friends are Eli, Ace and Milo. they have been best friends since birth. Nathan is also known for his brown fluffy hair, his dark and soft dark voice. but he has never been in a relationship nor has he ever fucked anyone, which is ironic since he's the schools 'player'. but that's his little secret

"𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔" ❥ As soon as I walk into the kitchen I'm greeted with the smell of fresh pancakes, and the pantie dropping sight of Elias cooking shirtless. His back muscles flex every time he flips another fluffy pancake. "Come here darling" He says, somehow not having to even turn around to know it's me. I happily walk over to him, standing behind him so that I can run my hands along his toned back. I hear the sound of the oven turning off before he turns to face me. Elias buries his head into my neck to leave small kisses while his arms wrap around my waist. As I'm enjoying the peaceful embrace of Elias and his mouth on my skin, the unexpected, cold, harsh slap to my ass has me inhaling sharply and wincing into Elias' shoulder. "Ares!" Elias sharply scolds the now chuckling man behind me. "Sorry baby" Ares whispers in my ear as he rubs the now sore spot he slapped. I turn my head so I can sneak a quick kiss from him which he happily accepts, deepening it a little before pulling away and snatching a pancake off the pan which earns a few curses from Elias. Ares let's me have a bite first before running off so Elias doesn't beat his ass. "They're so good love" I tell him before giving him a kiss, gaining his attention again. ❥ "𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛" - - - - - This book contains light bdsm and heavy smut, it's also fast-paced so don't say anything about stuff happening too fast cause I warned you and I don't care <3

Aria Lane is your typical shy girl next door; she always completes her homework on time and almost never receives a F on her report card. But what she considers to be a F in her life is her type 1 diabetes. Even though she has been diagnosed with it, she still struggles to keep it under control. What she doesn't have control over is her older sister Hailey, who one night asks Aria to drive her to a party and pick her up later; Aria has no idea that she will run into Dylan, the most popular guy at school, who may or may not have his eye on her.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.