{For those who HATE student/teacher stories, TRY THIS ONE ANYWAYS. I dare you to read it and say it was a waste of time} Alice 'Ace' Spade had fled her horrible foster family by the time she was sixteen and found a way to survive by dancing in a sleazy strip club. One night a man named Malcolm is brought in by his friends and Ace and Mal hit it off. Until the cops crash the club and discover that Ace is only seventeen and a runaway. They force her back to school and back to the foster family that abused her. Her only solace is that Malcolm is now her teacher and sometimes protector. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

•••Excerpt••• I walked Vivian up to her apartment. During the ride back she couldn't stop talking about the clothes she saw and her smile was constant. The spark in her eyes never left. How could I ask her to stay just because I was a self-centered fool. I'd miss her. "Thanks for dinner, Rich. I really appreciate it." I knew she meant for more than just dinner. "Your welcome, Viv." I hugged her. She was still here for another week. There's no need to go all sappy now. It was only 3 months. She'll be back before I know it. But for now, I needed this. To be with her. We pulled apart. That glow was still there. If I hadn't known any better, she looked like one of my many one night stands after hot sex. Wait, she looked like- "Oh, shit." "What is it?" She asked. Her face was surprised that I cursed out of nowhere. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's who?" "The man that you're fucking, Viv." *primarily in Vivian's pov, and this story was created about 3 years ago with not much editing. Sorry for the choppy style and grammar. I won't be changing it much because I wanna keep the memory of my writing.

(Teacher/Student relationship) Janice has a hard life with her father. Her dad and brother killed her mother and she is forced to stay with them. So when the trip to the Bahamas with her junior class comes, she is more than happy for a little freedom. Of course, Janice can't seem to catch a break. The plane crashs in the ocean. She along with Mr. Rush, her too perfect and curious teacher, are the only ones that survived. How will they live, on an island alone? If surviving wasn't enough, try having to deal with keeping secrets hidden, ones that could mean life or death for Janice if she ever makes it off the island. And what could be better than testing just how far will they go to do the right thing when feelings start to grow?

Melanie has been sexually abused by her stepfather for 4 years but afraid of ruining her mother's happiness, she stays quiet. And she turns to the one thing that makes her feel better; Sex. Melanie has no trouble getting a guy to fall in love with her, especially with her good looks. But like her stepfather all male genders are liars, cheaters and disrespectful. Except for Mr. Smith. He's honest, charming, respectful and...taken!

A girl name Jade was sold by a mafia family cause of her parents in debt. To able to pay it all she has to live with that family where she cooks and sometimes cleans. She meets the maifa's son Aiden who she pretty wells get along with. Will she able to live with them or would she try to run away. Or could this be the started of someting new.

a girl who calls herself 'angel' writes unsent letter to a guys who she loves this guy was like her sunshine, he made her happy even though his smiles were not meant for her also, 'angel' knows happy endings comes with a twist at times {lower case intended} All Rights Reserved ©

It's clear to see I'm a style icon; remember, you can't spell icon without "con." I love clothes, accessories, and makeup as much as the next lady, man, French bulldog in a sweater, or child whose parents dressed her in a couture Halloween costume, but telling people how they should look doesn't suit me (clothes pun!). I have no authority in that department-I barely even shop in department stores. Instead, this is a look at my own silly and nonsensical approach to style, and I promise only part of it is about sweatpants. This book is one part entertainment, one part irreverent fashion fun, and one part personal experience, including: -My closet staples and jewelry MVPs, and what's actually in my makeup bag -All about BLTs and BFFS . . . that is, Better-Looking T-Shirts and Best Feet Friends -The bad-hair-day character wheel -The Ten Commandments of online shopping -A handy flowchart to help you decide "Should I actually buy this?" -Red-carpet ridiculousness -Grace Expectations: What your denim says about you -And MORE! I'm not stylish-I'm self-aware. I'm not polished-I'm perceptive. I'm not trendy-but I love trying. Because when it comes down to it, "style" is just a simple way of saying "I showered." Grace Helbig is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Grace's Guide and a comedian, actress, and television and YouTube personality. @gracehelbig

Having lived a sheltered life under her father's strict rule, Ella's newfound freedom is tested when she meets Angelo Tomassi, the most well known crime boss in Miami. Despite his duty to marry another woman, Angelo shows Ella a softer side that wins over her heart. She refuses her chance to leave and willingly gives up her freedom for a chance at love with Angelo. When their romantic involvement ignites a string of brutal attacks from an enemy group, Angelo places Ella under his watchful eye to keep her safe. To his surprise, innocent Ella shoots back with impeccable accuracy and skill, raising questions connected to her past. (This book may contain language, violence or sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.)

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]