After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

A force pushed her against the wall, his body crashed into hers, her hand pushed against his chest. His chest was smooth, and his leans muscle was hard as a rock. His vibrant eyes looked at her. He leaned closer to her. She can feel his breath on her skin. He glided his tongue against her lower cheek, then to her neck. She screamed, her body quivering under his touch. She felt the lips on her neck stopped moving. "I am sorry, baby. Did I scare you?" Regret in his voice. .... "Lucas I missed you." She said longingly "Me too." Lucas said with his sweet and soft voice. "Ding...Ding..." Her cell phone ringed in the middle of the reunion. She didn't look at who was the caller. "Hello," she said. "You seem to be enjoying yourself in another man's embrace, don't you?" His voice cold and calm without a trace of feeling. Her eyes widened in horror and shock. She dropped the phone to the floor. ...... Ever fantasized of having a cute, innocent, doll like boy to play with, doing whatever you want with him? The only problem is the dominating, controlling, omnipotent, and possessive billionaire. .... Ali Luna was heartbroken after she broke up with her billionair boyfriend, but she didn't know that was just the beginging. Just as when she was going to fall in love with a new person, he had to come back again.

•••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.

Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

Rosalie used to be happy, well that was before she was forced to marry a heartless, cheating, liar, son of a-you get my point-billionaire. Now after two and a half years years of marriage, she has to give him a child. A heir. What happens when she is told she is unable to have children? What happens when she gets home to find her husband's other woman pregnant with her husband's child? Highest so far in Romance #17 on 6/16/15

Cecilia Sanchez was getting married to multi billionaire, Joseph Taylor. Cecilia loved Joseph will all her heart and soul. They were high school sweethearts, dated out of college, and until finally Joseph proposed. Now Cecilia was 24 and Joseph was 26. When Cecilia comes to surprise Joseph at the office with a surprise of her own, she finds him with another woman. Cecilia goes back to their house in tears and starts to pack her bags. It was incredibly hard to for Cecilia to leave Joseph. But she couldn't take the pain of seeing him. Her surprise made it even worse. She was pregnant with his baby. Cecilia left her engagement ring and a note. Cecilia left and the security guards and maids looked at her in sympathy. When Joseph comes back to their house and reads the note, Joseph felt broken. He realized he made the biggest mistake of his life. He loved Cecilia with everything in him. Joseph shouldn't have ever cheated on her. But then Joseph finds the pregnancy test in the bathroom. Joseph sends people to look for her. Will he find her? Will he find her with another man?

Take a self-conscious slightly chubby female and throw in a cocky man who probably stepped right off the front cover of a magazine, and throw them together to plan a wedding. Things weren't going to be smooth as the icing on the cake. Throw in a stray cat, a potential boyfriend, her ex, a crazy bat shit mother, a pizza delivery, a secret from the past and numerous accidents, these might just be enough for Violet to realise that weight didn't weigh that much when it came to love.

Rylie's breath catches in her throat. Moving closer on the bed she wants to touch, she wants to caress the smattering of fine hair across his chest. As the covers slip further down her eyes are stuck on his well-defined abs. Really...she was hugged up against all of this last night and she was passed out? She's frustrated with herself if she hadn't got drunk at that place she would have no reason to be here so affected by him. Now that she's seen him like this how can she erase the images from her mind? Her fingers dance upon his skin she takes the opportunity to touch every muscle she's afforded under the guise of waking him. She calls his name several times her hands are pulling on his powerful arms. He stirs again finally opening his eyes seeing her. Lifting his head to look at her sleepily he grabs another pillow throwing it over his head attempting to block the sight and sound of her out. "Chace, wake up. I need some aspirin for my head, I don't know where they are?" She shoves him still complaining. "On the table." He irritably mumbles the pillow still covering his head. "Where?" She says with a frown leaning down trying to hear what he says. He removes the pillow from over his head turning over to face her. "Either get off my bed or take off my shirt and crawl in, I'm not in a mood to compromise." He says with a desirous look. She scrambles quickly off the bed not sure what to make of his comment and already feeling her own attraction. "You know the gentlemanly thing to do would have been for you to take me home." She fumes at him angered that he removed her dress and she doesn't know what else he did. He takes another pillow propping it behind his head looking at her standing near the bed, "I'm no gentlemen. The lady-like thing you should have done is not get drunk or even be in a place like that." "A place like that, whoa.....you were there to Chace Braxton, Mr. CEO." She remarks.

"Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Clara Wilson is your typical clichéd teen fiction protagonist with exactly two friends, no social life and a 4.0 GPA. She has been in love with Alec Evans, the unattainabley popular football quarterback and her next door neighbour forever. She thinks she's in for a quiet senior year until Jake Henderson arrives. Bad boy extraordinaire, he's arrogant, rude, undeniably gorgeous and shares a past with Clara that she wants to do nothing more than to forget. Caught between two boys, her life is turned upside down in the most ridiculous of ways. But maybe in the midst of all the confusion and chaos she finds not only love but also herself. Romance #2