[Complete] There's a thin line between pretend and reality, there's a thin line between love and hate. How did we ever manage to break them both? ❁ Warning: This story contains strong scenes of drug abuse, bad words, and you may need a box of tissues. Or twenty. Cover by - moonxriver

"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

Roll up, roll up. Need to make your ex realise that letting you go was the worst mistake they ever made? Need to make your enemy realise that you are, in fact, desirable? Or maybe your crush needs that little extra push that makes him realise that you’re everything they ever wanted. Well, then I have the perfect game for you. It will make your boyfriend/enemy/crush realise how much they want you. And, most of the time, it all works out for you. It’s simple: You pretend to be with someone; be the perfect doting couple, and make everyone in a ten-mile radius want to throw up at the sight of your PDAs. Then, voila, he realises just how perfect you really are. But what could this wonderful game possibly be called? I’m sure you guessed it, but if you’re not-so-bright, here’s the name: The Jealousy Game ~SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE LYING, CHEATING, BETRAYING, PAIN, AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOUR PRETEND BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND. THIS IS IN NO WAY THE GAME’S FAULT: THIS ONE’S ALL ON YOU ~ All Marley Adams wants it to get back at her ex-boyfriend for dumping her for another girl. Desperate and completely out of options, she enlists the help of her ex-childhood best friend, Noah Fordman. What follows is a riveting game of lies, secrets, deception and revelations. But just how hard must you play…. To beat the Jealousy Game. || Book Two of the Pranking the Bad Boy Series || Trailer: IAmChasingMavericks

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

[completed] Two five year olds, two single parents - one plan. ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.