in which a boy has only a month to convince a suicidal girl that she, in fact, matters. ++++++++++ ▪ book one of a trilogy. ▪ highest ranking #3 in cl, #4 in ss and #189 in tf. ▪ all rights reserved. 2016 by teddy.

"Every part of me is yours, Lucy. Every fucking broken piece belongs to you." * * * * It was the night of Lucy King's eighteenth birthday when she stumbled into Bombshell's, a bar that plays live music on the weekends. Insert Benji Meyer, the lead singer of a pop-punk band called Reset Space. While Benji's living the dream with his band, Lucy is stuck working in her grandma's bakery because of her mom's short leash. Christmas is nearing and Lucy is feeling too shut in by her over protective parents. She's been home schooled since she entered middle school and hasn't seen the outside world much since. And it doesn't help that she's falling for a guy with tattoos, a few piercings, and devious green eyes. Everything about Benji is off limits, but that doesn't stop Lucy. This is a story about stolen kisses, forbidden nights out, a little trouble, and cupcakes. There will be cupcakes. * * * *There will be strong language and the romance will boarder new adult. So if you can't handle that, don't read. Also, this is NOT a good girl/bad boy story. But I hope you like it!

Boy next door is charming. Boy next door is dangerous. Boy next door is on house arrest. * * * * * They've been neighbors for as long as Juliet can remember. You'd think being neighbors, they would have been friends by now. Not the case. They've been sworn enemies since Jack dumped sand down her shirt in the 1st Grade. Juliet Sanders lives next door to Jack McKinnon, the boy on house arrest for being the prime suspect in a murder investigation. That's only because his father paid off the judge, of course, or he'd be behind bars until the trial. The McKinnon family stays in the spotlight. Jack's mom is a famous author, his dad a movie producer. Juliet watches Jack. Whether if he's going for a swim or walking laps around the house at 3 in the morning. Something always piqued her curiosity. It takes Juliet getting locked out of her house to finally face the mysterious boy next door. And he's definitely not rainbows and butterflies. Juliet's curiosity may just get her in trouble. *Slowly editing FULLY* Note: KKKANGAROO has been really kind and has helped me edit some chapters. :)

James slid his hand to the nape of my neck, holding me steady against his lips. His other hand stayed on my waist. "I thought you couldn't handle me," He muttered against my lips, reconnecting them without missing a second. I smiled against his kiss. "I have two hands." * * * * * * Charming James Roedan is making his way in the world on his own. He's twenty, in his second year of school, and landed a job with his Dad. James is very indifferent towards his dad and everything he stands for. James's job is being in charge of the new interns for the Roedan Advertising Company. James thought it would be three months of hell, It's not what he expected. Awkward Violet Bowen stumbles into James's life - literally - and makes it something he never thought possible. Violet's an eighteen year-old senior with too much on her shoulders. Her dad's been AWOL for six years, her mother has been pushing herself through three jobs to support the family, and has three brothers that are everything to her. Things in Violet's life start going much crazier than she can handle and James is there to offer her a hand. She hesitates, but takes it anyway. What she didn't know is that James never planned on letting go. *This story will be told in Duel Perspective's* -This is a spin-off/companion for Charming in Handcuffs. You don't need to read the first one to read this one.- Also, this is NOT a good girl/bad boy story.

like the flash of a camera he was gone

What would you do if you found out your soulmate was the exact opposite of you? This is not a werewolf book I repeat not a werewolf book. Made it to fanfiction #181. I can't believe it. Thank you so much guys.

[BEING PUBLISHED -- sample and more info inside] One girl. One camp for delinquents. One hell of a summer. Falice Winters has always been the goody-two shoes. Her twin Arabelle . . . not so much. So what happens when their dad plans to ship Arabelle off to a camp to clean up her act? Well, naturally, Arabelle would find a way out. Her solution? Falice! It was a simple plan: Falice would pretend to be Arabelle and go to the delinquent camp while Arabelle got to have the time of her life with her boyfriend in London. Falice thought her summer was going to consist of sitting on the couch reading novels all day or hanging out with her friends. Never did it cross her mind that she would be pretending to be her sister in a camp of delinquents. But now she's stuck at a camp all summer where being rude is the new "in." And everything turns for the worse when someone figures out her secret. Will Falice survive the summer? Or will everyone learn that she's faking delinquency?

**A new, mature version will soon to be published on my account Alice Dawson and her parents just move into a one-hundred year old house. There has said to be a brutal murder down in the basement. When Alice has to retrieve something from the basement, she feels a presence. She couldn't tell if it was a good, or bad presence. Someone--preferably a young man-- has been speaking to her in her head. She thought she was just imagining things. But, she sees a young man down in the basement staring at her. She blinks, and he disappears. When Alice takes time in investigating, she finds out who was brutally murdered in the basement. Harry Styles.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing