"How can you do this to your daughter?!" Jeanna screamed, her face red and eyes narrowed to slits. Adjusting her composure, she continued, “All you are is a sperm donor. She doesn’t need you. I don’t need you. I hope you’re happy." "My…my daughter?" Aaron looked speechless. His mouth hung open slightly, and his eyebrows were raised into his hairline. ~*~ Single mother Jeanna Martin has only wanted the best for her daughter, Risa. When Risa’s father walked out on them when Jeanna was pregnant, Jeanna vowed to do anything to protect her little girl from heartbreak. What she didn’t plan on was seeing Risa’s father again three years later… especially as a Broadway star. What’s worse is Aaron Tveit acts as if he knows nothing of his daughter’s existence. Or is it an act?

(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]

COMPLETED The existence of grammatical errors, misplaced words etc. is exorbitant as the majority of the book had been written when I was 13. Read at your own risk. - - - "He was standing there in all his glory while I was standing here in all my ...nakedness..." The sentence that you have just read could exactly describe the situation I am in. - - - Have you ever been put in a situation in which you can't speak, think or move? Well, I had. And it wasn't in front of anyone, but in front of the school's supposedly bad boy. Hooray me, am I right? I am one of those outsider girls, who doesn't like to associate with anyone, and, on top of that, a so-called teacher's pet, too. Although that didn't seem to stop the bad boy from taking an interest in me. Funnily enough, he wasn't the person to initiate a conversation by simply approaching me. That was in no way possible, of course. It's a lot more complicated than that... Well, actually it's not that complex... He saw me naked, that's the reason... - - - CLICHÉ STORY! Contains cursing and/or swearing. IN THE COURSE OF HEAVY EDITING THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CHANGE SOME OF THE PLOT. The book is a work of fiction. Nothing had really existed, happened or is really happening. #4 in Teen Fiction : January 18 2016 Mr. Bad Boy Saw Me Naked. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved to Aira Sakae.

Kali has to live with her moms new boyfriend and his five sons. Kali tries her best to fit in but living with five boys is really tough. Definitly when three of them are the most popular boys at school. They also get into many fights. The five boys aren't all perfect though. They all have their personal problems and secrets too. Kali will learn more and more each day about these boys. The more she knows the more she keeps getting herself closer to the boys. Which is not a good idea to be falling in love with her stepbrothers... (NOT EDITED! THIS WAS MY FIRST BOOK AND IT HAS SO MANY SPELLING, GRAMMAR MISTAKES, AND IS VERY CRINGE WORTHY! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!)

You wouldn't think that the kind, quiet girl Rylie Peyton would do anything but apologize when she runs into someone in the school halls. But when the new boy - the bad boy - Max Harris runs into her, she loses it. What is it about Max that allows Rylie to let go and yell at him? To stand up for herself? What is it about bad boys that good girls love?

Cairo Ocampo was Dune Tomas' first love, first boyfriend, and first kiss. Unfortunately, Cai doesn't remember any of this because it all happened seven years ago in kindergarten. He and his family has since moved abroad. But now he is coming back. Dune still has everything he gave her, especially his break-up note.

Rosalie Harness is a typical seventeen year old teenager, she goes to school, dates, parties and all other typical teenage things. But there is one thing which is not so typical, she got kicked out of her own house, by her own parents! Not because she is a rebel, far from that, simply because she existed. So when she finds a perfect place to stay, there is one problem. She has a roommate, a male roommate, who happens to be the hottest boy in her school; Vincent Clarke. Secrets are told. Deep Secrets. And you realize, not everything is what it seems...

The Spin-Off of Prank Caller, and the start of a new series. The Short Food series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She liked Dunkin' Donuts. He worked at Dunkin' Donuts. "'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates, so how do we win?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©bookbabere, all rights reserved.

"Athena Jackilyn Novak, you're my beautiful love story." - Mason Calebs awaited his death. The night he collapsed, he was sure his last months were around the corner, and he welcomed them with opened arms. That is, until he met Athena Jackilyn Novak, a girl who teaches him how to live his numbered days. As they became closer, he finds he dreads the day he once saw as his only escape from his suffering.

So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting