I braced myself for the next stinging blow, covering my face with my hands. The belt struck my back, I tried to hold in a sob as I was hit over and over. I open my eyes and look up slowly afraid he's still in the room. Wincing as I stand up, I make my way to the small vanity that sits in the corner of my room. I stare into the hazel eyes that gaze back at me, trying to find anything willing to fight back. My face is red, blotchy, and tear stained. My blond hair normally with long beach waves, is tangled and frizzy. I take one more look at my tattered state and burst into tears. Sobs rack my body and I can't control them, just another thing in my life I have no control over. I know that I have to stop or else he'll hear me and come back in. I try to calm down but everytime I do, another wave hits and I'm powerless against it.

Some games can end well. You just have to play the game right. Harry, Aria, and their friends are apart of the game life. Each chapter is the next level, and they're more complicated and challenging as ever. <><><> (Trilogy to TOD; Sequel to HAS) Written By : Kat :{) Cover By : @lillybird10 (me!) Book Trailer By : @Suspenders_n_Stripes [Please ignore all mistakes, like typos, incorrect spelling, and so on. I don't have time to edit every single chapter. Sorry.]

❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued

What happened to me is something I could never have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I mean, no one really wakes up in the morning and expects to find a person you connect with so much, and feel a shared magnetism for that it may have you re-evaluating whether you believe in love at first sight. It's even more bizarre that this person is one of the most recognisable people on the planet. One should think of me as so lucky. All I ask is Pretty Please, Don't Pinch Me.. because this is one dream I don't want to wake up from. Ava Sinclair considered herself to be quite a regular twenty year old. That is right up until she runs into one of the most publicly lusted after men. Juggling work, friends and family is hard enough, so when she is thrust into the public eye in such an impromptu manner, she must learn to deal with all the add ons. Yet something much larger and something she doesn't quite understand emerges and she begins to lose all sense of reality. Cover created by the lovely @Ayiah_Jaddo Copyright © 2014 WordsWithGem All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

In which a boy dreams about a girl he's sure he's never seen before

Half of me wants to move on, but I can't. How can I? Everything has come to an end and everything that was once important isn't anymore. I am seeing the world in a new way. Adjusting isn't easy. A whole new view on everything.

❝Photography has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them❝ When Cecilia Miller finds out that her dad's new fiancée might have possibly seen her hidden stash of photographs, she knew her pictures were no longer safe. What follows on next is the search for a new safe house and when she finally finds one, let's just say that Cecilia Miller might have stumbled across a not-so-empty safe house. #58 on Teen Fiction copyrighted. ©. 2014. carterjenson