[Warning: I wrote this book when I was, like, thirteen, so it's pretty cheesy and it might be a bit shitty] With her mother now gone, Raina is forced to move in with her father, who left Raina and her mother when she was born. Now, situated in a life she isn't quite used to, she finds herself unable to enjoy it especially when she doesn't understand anything in the family, doesn't have friends, and doesn't even know the city. But that was until she knew Archer, one of the most popular guys who often finds himself in trouble. Join the both of them as they go through endless friendship, rough arguments, late night talks, and maybe even some love.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Destined together before they were even born. Is it possible? Emery France Van Allan, a well-known prince has to marry due to his father's sake. He has been enjoying his life like a commoner, partying and living the life instead of being at the castle, fulfilling his prince's duties. One look at him, no one would have guessed that he's royalty but it's in his blood and his fate. What happens when he's been called by the Queen for his responsibility with Emma, a girl he hardly knows?

Taylor Swift is your typical small town girl. She's inlove with her best friend, Andrew Bennet, who by the way is her neighbor, so you might understand how horrible it is for her everytime that he comes home with his girlfriend or when he goes on about her and their disfunctional relationship. Taylor knows that Andrew shouldn't be with that other girl, Taylor knows him better than anyone's ever known him. She knows his secrets, his hopes, and his dreams. But the problem is that she doesn't know how to make him see that.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.