[Highest Rank: #3 in Romance] "Tell me to kiss you," he whispered so quiet and husk I wouldn't have heard if he wasn't my main focus of attention. "No," I protested knowing good and well that I've never wanted anything more. "Tell me," his other hand slid under his hoodie, his cold finger tips a contrast on my hot body, his lips leaning in to whisper in my ear, "to kiss you." His eyes pulled back and studied my face. I leaned in close, my lips barely touching his. "No," the stretch of my lips making a bit more contact with his. I heard him growl. And then it was as if a gust of wind blew out the candles and everything went cold, including the once occupied space in front of me. He was gone and I was left alone in the dark. ______________________ They say drowning is a peaceful death, one of the best ways to die, if there is even a good way to die at all. They say it's like falling asleep, the calm feeling of water flooding your lungs as the flow of oxygen ceases and you pass from earth to wherever we go after this life. I however, beg to differ. ______________________ When a blue eyed girl stumbles into the town of Wrustles and almost drowns she becomes the talk of the town.. and the chatter of the sea. After being convinced that someone in the water saved her she jumps again, only to find the harsh waves and a face. A face she knew would find her beneath the crashing water above her. A face she believed in before she even knew it existed. ______________________ I update hella frequently! And my chapters are what some would consider short but I promise it's worth it and it allows really frequent updates! ♡ ______________________

[This story is in English. Don't get scared off with Italian words] "Sono stato fregato dal diavolo troppe volte per credere negli angeli." His husky voice nearly made me tumble down due to how weak I was feeling. My legs were wobbly and at any given moment I felt as though I would collapse. The fact that my heart was beating furiously against my chest didn't help either. "W-what?" I questioned as he neared me, causing a chain reaction of me backing up in order to not be facing him. He was all too much for me to handle and never have I ever been so attracted to someone like him. "Tigrotta...I've been fucked over by the devil too many times to believe in angels." ***** Notorious was exactly what he was. He was so bad and he knew how to do it so well; so graceful and charming. His long strides, his alluring persona, and nearly everything about him had me attracted instantly. Usually I don't go looking for trouble, instead trouble seems to have its way in finding me. I suppose I'm just a good girl with bad habits; and as they say: Bad boys always do it better.

"Oh please, Hunter even if I can speak FUCK OFF in six languages, and I can, I know you won't leave me alone" "Got that right, tiny dancer" Cassidy Hale never wanted to be tangled up in a mess only known as Hunter Knight but during the unfortunate mishap that her Aunt, who was a dance instructor, sprained her ankle she needed to fill in. That day being the day where the bad boy decided to pick up his little sister, who was talking about him to the mysterious Tiny Dancer. "Your brother sounds like a douche" She said to the girl but a different voice replied "That, I am" *** "A bad boy to them, a good man to me" "Only to you, tiny dancer"

"Sorry," I mutter and God, I just lost all the strength I had on my legs. This guy should be a model... "Don't be pretty thing." He says and cups my face with his right hand. "I would say that this is destiny, don't you think?" There's something You should know about me before I continue. I love a pretty face, damn who doesn't right? However I hate a guy who act's like he's the king of the world, everyone knows that the king of the world is Jack from Titanic, so this guy saying that our encounter was because of the destiny. It's a really turn off. A strong one. Believe me. "Sorry, the fault is mine and since my name is not Destiny I don't know what you mean," I reply and try to get away from him. Needless to say that this guy is not just full of himself, he is stubborn as well... I feel the tattooed guy grabbing my arm and yanking to stand in front of him again. "You're a funny girl. Mind tell me your name?" He asks me and gives the sexiest smile I've ever seen. I have to say that this guy was shaped by God himself. "Sorry darling but my mother told me I shouldn't talk to strangers" I retort back and wink at him. In the corner of my eye, I can see him smirk. ---------------------- Would you like to know your future or stay a prisoner of your past? This Is the story of a girl that couldn't run away from her past that meets a boy who just wants to forget his and meet his future. Meet Eleonor and Stephen. Two different worlds that will collide and what happens next? That's what they and we will find.

*SEQUEL to The Bad Boy's Girl' and cannot be read as a stand-alone. Tessa O'Connell is a girl as in love as possible. Her goal for her freshman year of college is live wholly and love deeply, a task made easy by the spectacular man whose name reminds her of ice-cream and who supplies her endlessly with Kit- Kats. But with the couple in college, it becomes apparent that her boyfriend has the ability to charm the pants off of everything with a pulse. When status quo, clingy college girls, old insecurities and her slightly neurotic tendencies cause Tessa to question whether she can actually make the relationship work, it's up to Cole to show her that he's never letting go. Bu even for Cole Grayson Stone it's not easy to convince his Shortcake of never ending devotion as time apart, communication problems and a quirky new group of friends start to unravel the delicate thread that binds the two together. Can the boy who once protected her from the world protect Tessa from herself? Warning: Despite great efforts Cole Stone has still not been located on eBay, if you happen to come across him please let the Shortcakes know!

Violet Blake is depressed, lonely, and negative. Her negative charge lead her to weekly therapy sessions with Tammy. God how she loathes their time together. But what she doesn't loathe is when Tammy's bad boy son takes a special interest in her. N_Dublet01 is doing an Italian translation. Check it out here! https://www.wattpad.com/story/47951391-the-bad-boy-that-fell-for-the-crazy-girl-italian Cover by My_lighthouse

Emma Miller didn't know that one run in with the school's bad boy, Aiden Black, would make her life go in all different directions. She didn't know that one little accidental bump into him would throw her into a world of drugs, violence and bad guys. Even with all that, she didn't know that one little accidental bump would cause her to fall for this certain bad boy. Join Emma in this exciting twist with love and danger.© All Rights Reserved 2013 (Lisa S.)

Evan Black is a cliché bad boy. Girls throw themselves at his feet, fist fights full his afternoons. What they don't know is he desperately wants a girl to be his princess. He wants to hold someone in his tattooed arms and never let go. Tinsley Smith is a good girl, typical. She gets good grades and her teachers enjoy having her in class. What they don't know is she has a bit of a wild side. Her life isn't what you'd exactly expect from the good girl. And everyone knows, good girls like tattoos.

Alexa Grey. Brandon Flemming. Sebastian O'Connor. Girl. Boxer. Fighter. --- excerpt --- A boy around my age was getting mercilessly beaten by someone with their back to me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of blood everywhere and the cracking of his ribs as punch after punch knocked through him. The boy must have noticed that I was there as he lifted his head, looking at me with a desperate plea for help. Then his attacker turned around and my eyes nervously met Sebastian's. Within milliseconds, anger overtook me and I stormed over. "Leave." Sebastian growled, barely even glancing at me as he pushed me straight into a brick wall. "Stop hitting him," I gasped, trying to get my breath back as I moved away from the wall. "Get out of here." There was nothing but stone cold harshness in Sebastian's voice as he ordered me once again to leave. "No." My breath had been regained and I was standing taller now, my confidence for some reason soaring. "I said," He spat out the words, turning away from the boy and towards me, "to get out of here." "Make me." I didn't even blink as I locked eyes with him, daring him to lay another finger on me. "Fine." Sebastian slammed me back against the wall, grabbing my bandaged wrist and twisting it. There was nothing I could do to hold back the small scream that escaped my lips as he applied more and more pressure. Yet I made no attempt to move away. "Don't touch him." I managed to say, desperately trying to keep my voice as smooth as possible. "I don't have to listen to you," He scoffed. "You don't. But you should." "Oh, and why should I?" Sebastian had visibly calmed down now, it was obvious. Even the tight grip on my wrist had loosened completely. "Because you're better than that." I replied softly, moving myself away from the wall and glancing down at the semi-conscious boy. "You over-estimate me then." With that, Sebastian dropped back and walked off without a single look behind him.