I'm running, my dress bunched up in my fists. But I'm not running for my life I'm running for his, and when I see him I stop. There is one bulky man on either side of him, they have their arms linking his, he's kneeling in front of someone with raven black hair. As we get closer, I see his pain in the way he's holding himself, his brown hair is clouding his face. Something catches in my throat as I see him bent forward, almost looking limp. The panic is slowly eating me up on the inside. 'Please lift your head, let me see your eyes' I pray inside my head. He can't be gone. It's almost like he hears my prayers as he looks up, his blue eyes as deep as the ocean depths, knocks the breath out of me as per usual. I close my eyes and thank God for keeping him alive. The right side of his jaw is all purple and red. A cut on the other side of his face, which is oozing with the red liquid. He suddenly looks past the black haired male to look at us, reassurance washing over his features. It's when he sees me that his eyes widen, and the panic grows by the second. He goes from a slump to picking himself upright. He's hurt. Badly. The black haired man spins around as we walk closer in their direction. All 6 of us stop as I catch a glimpse of the face. A deadly grin appears on his wicked face. "Boys, I've been waiting for you" He shouts loud and clear. "And you brought the girl" * Crescent Bay Dawson was once popular but now she lives in the shadow of her twin brother. The only person who notices her is the cocky, egotistic, Star Quarterback of the school; Elliott Grayson. Can Elliott charm her into falling for him or will she finally win the heart of her childhood crush? #2 in humor - 2nd February 2018 #5 in teen fiction - 6th November 2017 Honestly if you wanna laugh this book will make you laugh cause that's what I'm all about!

[COMPLETED] "I have a proposal for you." I smiled, hoping he'd take it well. "I've learned that he's been doing super nice things for me, like inviting me places, asking to hang out, you know... Well, I figured he won't really realize what he's missing until it's gone." He got up and made his way across the room to my bed. He sat next to me, his legs dangling off the edge. "And where do I come into this?" I awkwardly avoided eye contact with him. "Well, I figured we both needed a little push in our love lives. Me with Drew and you with Jaz." I glanced at his face to see his reaction. All he did was roll his eyes, but he didn't deny his crush. "Well..." "Spit it out, Wilks." "We should fake date." I gulped and watched his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. ~~~ Arabella Wilks lived in her own world. She had a strict mindset and never saw past it. She was also used to getting what she wanted, even if she didn't realize it. When she wanted Andrew Boyce, the school jock and her next-door neighbor, she knew she needed a plan in action. After all, she was sick of waiting for him to come around. But what happens when the person she despises the most also has a favor to ask? A deal is made, of course.

• 5-17-18 • In every normal cliché story, the bad boy messes with the good girl, but Brynn's type of cliché is different. She's not a bad girl, but she's definitely not a good girl either. She calls herself a bomb ass mix of all them powers. Brynn Meyers has the good grades and the sassy attitude. Zane Lancaster is the town's bad boy. Tattoos that cover his entire body, always with a cigarette in hand, breaking the rules and causing trouble every time he gets the chance. When Brynn has no choice but to move to California, she finds herself living next door the bad boy. She wants to know what is it like to be a bad boy. What's better than stealing his phone and getting to know his dirty secrets? ⋅⋅⋅ Highest ranking: #11 in Teen Fiction | #2 in Humor Story might contain strong language. Read under your own risk. You've been warned. Cover made by @saaamayra <3 Copyright©2017☞nashracxa12 - All Rights Reserved

[COMPLETED] WARNING: I wrote this when I was in high school, which was about seven/eight years ago. That reflects so much in the writing of this book. Best friends Ellie Nichols and Colton Davis were inseparable all their lives. They stuck by each other throughout middle school and high school, all the way until they were accepted into separate colleges. Colton was offered a full scholarship for football while Ellie wanted to stay closer to home at a smaller community college. They had promised to stay in touch, but all promises are made to be broken. They lose contact and the only way Ellie sees her best friend anymore is watching him play on t.v. But all of that changes when Ellie's counselor gives her a big surprise, a letter of acceptance to the same school where Colton plays football. But with Ellie the teams athletic trainer, will it bring her closer to her best friend, or will something come between them? #15 Teen Fiction 9/23/2015

I look out the window behind him and take both of his hands in mine. Should I tell him? Would I open up old wounds that I've tried so hard to heal, for him? I look into his captivating brown eyes. He helped me through that panic attack and he already knows so much about me except for that one thing that I have tried so hard to forget. I know that I can trust him, hell I would trust him with my life! But should I trust him with this? I take a deep breath, closing my eyes before answering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Victoria Brown a girl from Omaha, Nebraska, moves to a new city, for a fresh start. Toronto, Ontario is her now her new home, where she will finish her senior year of High School and start her "new" life. Her goal is to get through this final year unnoticed and forget the past, but when she meets Jack Collins, the deviously handsome bad boy of Riverfield High, her life doesn't go as planned......... With new friends, hot guys and heartbreaking pasts Victoria's life turns into something she never expected. COMPLETED {10.18.18}

When Corinna Evans' mother is sent to prison, Corinna has nowhere else to go so she moves back in with her father and his family. Determined to make it through these last few months of school, she only wants to keep a low profile and get by but someone keeps getting in her way. Tyler Flynn has been best friends with Corinna's brother forever and she's never liked him. What happens when her feelings start to change? And will her family ever forgive her for her past?

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

[Sequel to Unexpected]; COMPLETED Arabella and Dean have finally survived junior year. Their drama is behind them, along with the past. Or so they think. What happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Making their emotions... unbearable?

"What the hell did you do!?" I heard a feminine voice behind me. I groaned and turned around to meet a very angry face. I have never seen a girl this pissed before and honestly speaking, I am a little bit afraid. "She knew what she was getting into. Everyone knows I am player and I never stick to one girl." I shrugged and turned around to walk away. I didn't even take one step when I felt a firm hand on my t-shirt. She took a fist full of my shirt and turned me around so I was facing her. She then held my collar. Damn, she is almost the same height as me and if I would have been any normal guy, I would be terrified of her. "You don't treat girls like trash, asshole. She has feelings, she is not some toy that you got bored from after playing for a while. Apologize to her." She said through gritted teeth pointing towards Leah who was crying her eyes out. I noticed the crowd that started forming around us. I shrugged her hand away from my t-shirt and glared at her. "I will not apologize to anyone." I said slowly through gritted teeth. She is starting to piss me off. No one clashes me and no one stands against me. Even though I am new here, everyone knows that. I saw her eyes go blank and before I could duck, her fist made contact with my face and I felt sharp pain coursing through my nose. I held my nose tight and felt warm liquid flowing to my lips. Olivia Claire is a 16 year old high scholar. She is a fighter who never took anyone's shit and is famous for it. She mostly minds her own business occasionally helping people that might need her. Carter Grayson is a 16 year old guy recently transferred to Olivia's high school. Tall, handsome guy with lean figure, hazel eyes, brown hair and smile to die for. He has been known to be a player in his last high school and he plans on continuing that identity. So, what happens when a typical bad boy clashes with a not-so-nerd bad girl.

Previously known as 'My Twin's Best Friend' 17 year old Riley Montgomery has put up with her twin brother's best friend, Tyler, the notorious bad boy and player, either constantly ignoring or bullying her since freshman year... He's infuriating and plagued with a dark past that she's completely oblivious to. He doesn't 'do' love, and instead of wearing his heart on his sleeve he wears his beloved denim jacket. She's broken. Shy and lonely with no one but her flamboyant best friend and golden boy twin to keep her company, she goes about life with her head down. Other than a futile attraction and some lingering stares, the two couldn't despise one another more. But will everything change by some stupid kiss? Cover by the wonderful- @liarede I literally wrote this book when I was 13, so please don't hate on my prepubescent self.