[ REWRITING ] Erratic, reckless and compelling, Wolf Carter terrifies her; but with a serious escapism mentality, Wolf is exactly what her twisted complex desires. Meanwhile, Wolf himself has taken a liking to the mysterious Valentina Rivers. Unbeknownst to her, he's already made a decision, and can hardly wait to unravel his new play-toy. It's all fun and games until feelings come into play. Soon the game becomes a little more personal, a little more real, and a little too much; particularly when Wolf and Valentina find so much more than they bargained for, in one another. ❝ home isn't always four walls, sometimes home is two eyes and a heartbeat ❞ [ © 2016 - 2018 thatwriterlauren ]

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, and a simple letterman jacket turns to be a painful memory. And eighty days is all the time it takes. [cover by @cadetcarswell]

Prison Diaries: Book 1 (complete) A law-abiding student gets entangled with a broody inmate when she discovers there has been a miscarriage of justice. She goes in to help, but ends up breaking the first rule of interning at a prison; she falls for the inmate. ***** Carter Reynolds' teenage years ended the second the gavel hit the sound block. Or maybe they ended when the police found him standing over a dead body, drenched in blood. It might even have been before that. When he connected his fist with a face that left a broken jaw in its wake. Either way, it was over. He was sentenced to 25 years in prison. He accepted his fate, only promising himself to never care for anyone so intensely again. Almost four years into his sentence, Arya Crawford walks through the wrought iron prison gates. A self-proclaimed miniature philanthropist with a heart of gold, a law-abiding student with an urge to always have fun, a girl with a silent cause. She had taken up an internship at the New York State Penitentiary. And in time, Carter and Arya both realize something. She had broken the first rule instructed by the warden. She had fallen for an inmate. Which meant she couldn't stay. He had broken the promise he made to himself. He had started to care for her. Which meant he couldn't let her leave. But it's a little difficult to make that happen when you're stuck in a closet sized cell. And waiting twenty-one years is out of the question. ***** Highest Rankings: #6 in Romance, #2 in Passion, #4 in Badboy, #1 in Witty (for those who don't think an inmate/prison trope is their cup of tea, don't be put off because the story is first and foremost 'romance') Disclaimer** Reader discretion advised. - Mature content Story contains explicit language, sexual content, and physical and sexual violence.

[Caffeine is out now in paper back and Kindle!] "Medium black with three sugars, please." Isaac Hensick was your typical popular high schooler. He had tanned skin, girls on each arm and lungs full of cigarette smoke. But what most people didn't know was that he had a passion for drawing and a taste for black coffee. Most people, that is, except for Aspen. Highest rankings: #1 in fiction, teenromance and smoking, #2 in player and teen, #3 in mentalhealth and chicklit, #4 in young adult, #5 in anxiety, #8 in love!! completed: 09/07/20 word count: 110,579

Accidentally swapping phones with L.A.'s star quarterback upends reclusive author Mila's quiet life when they start to fall for each other. ***** Mila Lyne, published author and introvert by heart, tries her best to stay out of the spotlight. Then fate strikes, and she literally stumbles into Hayden's arms. Hayden Cross lives an extraordinary lifestyle that is the complete opposite of Mila's, but Hayden wouldn't be Hayden if he didn't chase what he wants. And right now, it's the mysterious brunette who accidentally fell into him and grabbed his phone. With only the power of words on display, the unlikely pair develop a connection that is stronger than it should be, one that has an unforeseeable impact on both Hayden and Mila's life. The question is: Will life and secrets get in the way, or are they strong enough to withstand the obstacles they're about to face?

Blake and Ray are two different people. Blake is the innocent good girl while Ray is the deadly quiet Bad Boy. The only ties they have together is their best friends who happen to be dating eachother. And Blakes best friend just happens to be her twin sister, Tessa. Tessa is a bad girl, she does what she wants and she doesn't care if she gets away with it or not. What happens when Tessa tries to bring innocent twin sister into her world of gangs, sex, drugs, and violence...what happens when Ray helps lure her in. ~ Soon Ray began to skim his lips across the curve of my neck, the way he seems to like, his arms uncrossed and his hands moved down to grip my waist. "When you do that," I let out, my voice unusually husky, "I feel weird." "Weird?" He asked before pressing a soft kiss to the juncture. I nodded my head and gripped his shoulders firmly. "Yeah, I feel all tingly, there's this knot on my stomach that comes when you're doing stuff like this, and when you took you're clothes off last night." Ray chuckled, placing another kiss on my skin, this time on my jaw. "You're feeling horny Blakey." Ray finally said after awhile of him just nipping at my skin, which felt wonderful by the way. "Horny," I asked, shocked. "You mean, sexually aroused?" I asked again, still in surprise. I can't believe this whole time I was aroused, and aroused sexually at the most. "Yes, Babe, you're sexually aroused. That's one sign that you might like a person, one of the first." Highest Rank: #1 Teen Fiction #6 in Romance THIS BOOK IS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE AS AN EBOOK OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON AND KINDLE. Cover by @Eveninglatte

Blaze; the boyish but seductive daughter of Reese and Francisco Capone. She was a partyer, and not only did she love to party on the floor but she always loved it in bed, and she also would love to punch Jay Brenalds in the face. The only reason why she knew him and had to be in his presence almost every day was because he and her older brother, Mayne, had been best friends since they were infants. The man truly annoyed her, and it didn't help that he was two years older than her so he felt he had some type of 'authority'. Even though he was 21 and she was only 19 she could still put him in the hospital. But it was fine; she had Brooke, his cousin and her best friend, to help keep him in check. Jay was an only child; his make believe brother just happened to be his best friend, Mayne. The two were like two peas in a pod, inseparable, especially during a mission. Jay's Dad worked for Mayne's parent's organization as a tracker often and that allowed him and Mayne to work as assassins. They helped kill the worst of the criminals for the government and got paid for it. It was easy money. Blaze was completely content with being oblivious of their double life but of course she just had to get thrown in it. All she wanted to do was get some fried chicken from Mr. Brenalds; instead she ends up seeing Mayne slit someone's neck while Jay snapped another's. If that doesn't make you lose your appetite... ~ "Jay, if you touch my fucking boob I will cut your hand off." I threatened, staring at the body part with a very life-threatening glare. Jay thought over it for a minute, his eyes moving from his hand to my breasts multiple times. His hand then moved forward and grabbed my boob. I stared up at him in shock, and my anger was just rising as time went by. I was going to kill him. "That is why I was born with two, Blaze." Cover by @Eveninglatte

Blaze. I'm sorry. Alonza, was just starting to get accustomed to her new life in the big city called Seattle. She was almost done with her therapy. It was her last year of college. Plus, she was finally getting the hang of her job. Being a personal assistant for one of the most powerful men in Washington was anything but easy. Especially since she desperately wanted him to bend her over his desk whenever he said her name. Alonza was living, she was a changed woman. She was older and better, matured. But it all had to get messed up because Alonza just couldn't have anything her way. Her past had come to give her an unexpected visit. Alonza was going to get royally fucked by a past that was once long forgotten. Literally. Cover by @eveninglatte