Eight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mom cuddle Heidi and give her lots of sweets as reward. "C-can I have a sweetie too?" I ask. Mom laughs coldly. "Why should you? You've never achieved anything, have you?! Lazy little brat." Heidi giggles and I look at her to see a smirk on her face, making my face fall. I watch mom whisper things to Heidi, making her giggle even more. The door swings open, and my dad walks in. I smile again, running to him and hug his knees but he just brushes me off with an annoyed expression, walking towards my mom hugging her and ruffling Heidi's hair. What's going on? "Dad..ruffle my hair too?" I ask hesitantly. All three of them burst out laughing and I sink down in embarassment. "Layla, we always knew you weren't the brightest kid here." He laughs "I just knew you'd be a screw up, right Luise?" He says and she nods. "And I was right. You're a failure" He grabs my maths sheet, crumples it up and throws it at me. "You spend way too much time with your 'friends' never on your education, you ungrateful little brat. We should've got rid of you as soon as we found out you were on the way." He spits out spitefully as my mum nods, still smirking. "Dad I'll do better, I promise!" I sob, tears streaming down my face, but he shakes his head, smirking. I look at my sister and walk towards her giving her a watery smile. "H-Heidi... we're still friends right?" I ask, desperately. Her smirk slowly vanishes. she leans forward and I thought she'd hug me, but instead she pulls my hair and pushes me onto the floor making me scream. She laughs, my parents joining her. "Stupid" she hisses, kicking me, before going to my parents, all of them walking out, leaving me on the floor, crying my eyes out. What have I done to deserve this?

They say a girl's first love is her father, but Morgan being raised by her older brother... he was hers. So when her brother ended up with life in jail she begin to fear love and would rather avoid and deny it all together. Morgan's mindset became: what's the point of falling in love if they could possibly end up taken away from you? With her fear of love comes complications.

'Being a girl is hard, that's why we have to stick together' These are tips for you girls out there. We have to stick together as girls and what better way than for me to share my knowledge on guys, fashion, individuality, peer pressure, bullying, and heaps more topics. This book is for you girls, no boys allowed. (I'm really not good at giving tips though). DON'T READ! I AM HORRIBLE AT GIVING TIPS!

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"You're so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

21 year old Ariana Smith is a beautiful woman but what she does for a living is a big turn off. Her and her friend, Nikki Jones, goes out for fresh air and meets a guy. This guy name is Derek Wilson. He's so handsome that all the women would kill to be his woman. But there's a twist to this whole situation. What do you think is going to happen? LET'S FIND OUT! Ariana: ● 21 years old ● "5'4 ● African American, Puerto Rican, and Cherokee ● Light brown eyes ● Curly, brown long hair ● Very slim Derek: ● 25 years old ● "6'2 ● African American and Caucasian ● Hazel eyes ● Slick fade ● Muscular, slim. Many tattoos

Vicky is a prison guard for Rikers Island. The mother of a three year old little girl and girlfriend of a construction worker. She been on the job for three years and hasn't had much of an issue. Macky is an inmate who has been in and out of prison for years but this may be his longest visit. He's a young, tough, smooth talking criminal who has 3-5 years. When these two become acquainted Vicky will be on a wilder ride than she bargained for.

Her last year of High School Dream Banks goes through so much. All starting from her mums death.---> Read because if I write any more I'll ruin the story :' D ! Hope you enjoy this .

My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.