Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

WATTY AWARD WINNER OF 2015 - #JustWriteIt Challenge ✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾ The hero of her dreams was too bad to be true. ✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾ Villain Academy; where all the psychotic teenagers are trained to be the world's best villains. Try being the baddest of them all when the Puberty Truck is smacking you in the face--repeatedly. It's a hard time for young, attractive villains who haven't reached eighteen. And you'd think they already have enough to deal with when their worst urban legend fear appears: The Hero. So isolating evil-minded, puberty-hitting, aggressive teenagers into a confined brick building may not be the most intelligent choice of mankind. It was inevitable for there to be one hell of a problem. And that problem was me.

COMPLETED / UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING (THIS IS THE ROUGH DRAFT) "The Legacy" All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015, Juliette Frost ~*~ The ragged crowing of a bird reached my ears, pulling me from my inner turmoil. Looking up, I found a beautiful raven perched on a stop sign a few steps ahead of me, croaking like he was flustered by something. I frowned, my eyebrows drawing together as I took a step closer toward it as if that would help me to understand what had it so spooked. Deciding to just sleep the night off, I was about to turn in the direction I was headed when once again I saw something move. The alley. I know I saw- whatever the hell I saw- coming from in there. "What the-" A large hand clasped my shoulder from the back, a shrill scream escaping my lips at the contact. ~*~ Cover By: Luna Black @_salacious [07/01/2015-01/03/2019]

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