MOUNT VALLEY SERIES #1 Oz Lacy is that broody rich bad boy everyone stays away from. Him and his crew likes to wreak havoc in town, not giving a shit to anyone they step on along the way. You know that misunderstood villain in every good hero's tale? Well, this is his story. ___ BAD BOY x DORKY GIRL trope From the world of A and D, but with a darker and edgier take on high school life in Mount Valley High. Strictly not for the softies and the faint-hearted. This is a stand-alone, so you don't have to read A and D or Mismatched Compatibility first. Also, this has a different atmosphere compared to the bright romantic comedies I usually do. It has action, with more use of vulgar words. But there are still sweet moments, of course! ;D

Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer

❝ she won't be a damsel in distress nor will she be someone as important. but she'll be there to redress your wounds and swab every hurting scar clean. she'll scare the hell out of you, but she'll keep your demons at bay. she won't cry pretty, but at least she'll try to cry all of the guilt off. and she isn't that easy on the eyes but her words will cling to you like a battle armour, fending, protecting. she can be your savior if you let her. ❞ → #5 in poetry [12/28/19] → featured in 'Summer Workshop 2016' as 'Talk of the Workshop'

// this is the continuation of my first poetry book - "words" // ''painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.'' - leonardo da vinci

A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014

writing is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words. thank you for reading :) ] ©copyright 2016 - flavored - all rights reserved no part of this book may be reproduced, copied, pasted, transmitted, or published in any means by electronic, photocopying, or recording without the permission of the author herself. [lowercase intended] #97 in poetry on 2/9/16 #68 in poetry on 2/10/16 #65 in poetry on 2/26/16 #37 in poetry on 3/7/16

Hi! Happy to say I self-published Mind on Paper. There are a whole lot of poems that I did not add on in here, feel free to check it out ! It is on Amazon: https://a.co/d/4uTZ9sa

i think i love it // poetry rants

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

NOW PUBLISHED BY SOURCEBOOKS FIRE! Oliver, Alec, Xander, and JJ are just four regular guys. They're also members of the world famous boy band the Heartbreakers. This is their story.