A girl with her heart on her sleeve and boy with a reputation of breaking them. A/N: I started writing with this when I was 13. I love it a lot because I used it as a platform to talk about issues that mean a lot to me and I feel don't get enough attention (especially as I got older and learnt more), but please keep that in mind!! Cover made by: (sorry i haven't gotten your name yet, but i will put it down once i get it!) WARNING: This book deals with issues like self-harm and mental health. HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in Teen Fiction COPYRIGHT ©2015

I see him everyday, he sits right beside me in math, he even smiles at me, but I still can't talk to him. I feel like squealing whenever he comes near me, I just want to tell him I like him, but he probably doesn't even like me, I mean, why would he? I see her all the time, she's beautiful, I want to talk to her so badly, but she doesn't even acknowledge me, she probably thinks I'm just an arrogant jerk, I just want her to see the real me, but even then, would she like me? There are two sides to every story, and that's certainly the case with this one. Highest Ranking So Far: #62 in teen fiction

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Cashile Kuroki has discovered the Frailty of Genius, the shortcomings of prodigious talent, the weakness that comes with strength. Standing alone she fell, with no one to catch her as she hit the ground. Now the question is whether or not she can grow back from her own failure, find resilience in the weakness, foster the power that comes with those who care... And discover The Strength of Humanity. This is the sequel to our first book, The Frailty of Genius.