Jessica Westlake is unknown, while Black Lightning is a famous underground street fighter. What most don't know is that they are the same person. After her mother dies Jessica is forced to take care of her little brother and balance work and school. When she finds herself tutoring the notorious gang leader, Clayton Marshal, her life starts spiraling out of control. Soon she says two words that she hasn't said in too long. "Fight me."

[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. ---- Alexander isn't your typical nerd. He'll say what he wants, do what he wants, and verbally bash you while doing it. That's what Travis, a soccer player assigned to be tutored by Alexander, hates most about him. Confusing feelings, a drunken party, and a month of tutoring was all it took to get Travis to realize he was head over heels for the sharp-tongued Alex. Now, if only he knew where Alex's sarcasm switch was.

Love is a process. ***************** Ridge 'Bear' Peskini just wanted to spend a quiet summer in his family's cabin to clear his head like he did every year. Doesn't sound like too much to ask for right? Wrong. His sister decided that it was a good idea sent her latest client, award-winning author Ulrich Feist, at the last minute to finish his latest novel in semi-solitude. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't a broody, temperamental man-child with an utter disdain for anything McDonald's and didn't make Ridge's heart beat so fast all the time. Copyright © 2016 by Zoe Golden.

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

Jules has a problem- everyone thinks he’s a girl. When Jules moves to a new school, he finds himself making quirky new friends. Josiah, Lea, Jimm, and Chance are outcasts who have banded together, pulling Jules into their group as well. Jules finds himself being put into outrageous situations thanks to his new friends. From stealing in the girls’ locker room, to babysitting an 18 year old, to pretending to be someone’s girlfriend, Jules just can’t catch a break. Things get even crazier when Josiah falls in love with Jules. But Jules is straight…right?

What would you do if you were gay and lived with a VERY homophobic, religious family? Caleb is the most adorable boy you'll ever meet. At almost 17 years old, Caleb's so far in the closet, he's explored Narnia for so long, he's practically lost in that vagina-like wardrobe. Only his best friend, Chelsea, knows about his preference for sausage. When the sexy Tyler Winters moves in next door, the condoms come out and secrets are told. Can Caleb keep his secret from his loving, intolerant family? Will Tyler stop playing around and get serious, despite a rough past?

"You can't like him, you just can't!" "I know. It's wrong, but it's how I feel and I can't freaking control that." We've all heard the phrase 'The heart wants what it wants' or 'You can't control how you feel', and according to Nate, his life is just an example of that. (#5 General Fiction)

Maxwell Evans is used to being abused by everyone. Why? because he is beautiful with his giant baby like blue eyes and heartbreaking smile, he is a magnet for women...and men. He is always surrounded by girls and has never had one male friend in life, this causes boys to beat him because they think his gay or they want him. Moving to a new school for fresh start he qucikly falls victim to Erick Carter, the schools hottest guy who picks people up just to dump them again. Max finds his first male friend who doesnt know what he is. Erick knows he straight...until he meets Max. Two curious boys and both want to find out what they are....Max soon finds himself in a twisted triangle.

"So, you're a stripper?" "Yup." Molly is struggling to stay on her feet. After her mom leaves, she's left to take care of her little brother, and since they're on the verge of being homeless, she's forced to get a job outside of McDonald's. A strip club to be specific. Between shifts where she takes off her clothes for guys, she still has to go through high school, alone, and unhappy. But when a cute, and kinda dopey, guy who knows her from both of her lives seems interested, it just adds more to her heaping plate- a little too much for her to handle. Highest ranking: #9 in teen fiction.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.