Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Love isn't always enough. --- "Ahhh this is one of the greatest books I've ever read." - @hatersarelovers "I loved this book so so so SO much! I enjoyed how real it was and all the quirks. I loved this book and although I cried way too many times, it will be one of my forever favorites." - @Xx_Lilac_Kumos_xX "Loved every single second of it." - @missydiamond "This is the best book ever. Made me cry and everything." - @luvmety "What you wrote was so inspirational and exceptional, it made me cry." - @Ashi35893 "This has been one of the best books I've read on Wattpad." - @VanniRaswant ||previously titled 'I Love You, I Love You Not' | extended summary inside | cover by @dysanic | all rights reserved||

|Highest rank #2 in Short Story| Ambrosia "Amber" Underwood is a seventeen-year-old high school junior with warped perceptions of the world. She has no friends, only acquaintances. No boyfriend, only a vague dating arrangement with a jock. A lover of routine and a hater of change, Amber spends her nights at the old lighthouse in her dull town to battle insomnia. But when a teary-eyed Dylan Frost shows up at the lighthouse one Friday night, Amber's carefully constructed life is thrown into chaos. With his cappuccino hair and ocean eyes, Dylan starts to change everything, one song and one night at a time. ||completed | cover by @strayinspace | all rights reserved||

He stares right at me, "You eat like a pig." "You look like a pig." I rolled my eyes, continuing to eat. "A pretty damn sexy pig." He winked. "You might be a sexy pig, but you talk like a donkey." "Are you agreeing that I'm sexy?" He narrowed his eyes, smirking. "No...I didn't mean it like that. I just..." I blushed. The nerve of this boy. __________________________________________ Cassie Davis. A girl leading her normal life. She has great grades, an amazing personality, and two better than awesome best friends. Insert in Carter Wayford. A type of guy Cassie Davis hates. In other words, he's a bad boy...Carter Wayford the bad boy. A guy with a flirtatious personality filled with sarcasm and sass. One day when Cassie's best friend leaves her 'for good', Cassie needs to find a way to get revenge. Well, the best person to help her with that? Carter Wayford. But Carter Wayford will only help her if she wins a bet. Little does she know that this bet will change everything... A bet with the bad boy. _______________________ Please read at your own risk! This story involves lots swearing and other mature ideas and one stunning bad boy bound to make you swoon! xoxo -Meggie |||Highest Rank: #38 in Teen Fiction||| [COMPLETED]

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Vena Anderson, a nineteen year old girl has moved away from home to attend college. She has no desire to live in a small dorm room and having to live with a complete stranger, so living in an apartment for her college years is her next option. The only flaw in her plan is that she can't afford it without a roommate. Vena has lived in this apartment all through the past year and just as the new school year is right around the corner, the landlord decided that she would raise the rent. James Hendersom, a nineteen year old guy has been recently kicked out of his dorm for smoking cigarettes. He now has been living with his parents until he can find a place of his own. He has been searching and searching for the past week and could not find anything, until just a few days ago. James was looking through the ads, again and one popped out more then all the others sitting on that plain "Looking for roommate. Contact Vena Anderson for further information" *This Wattpad story is rated Mature for strong language and some sexuality* Book One of the 'I Am Living With An Idiot' series. This book is currently being edited and revised because in some aspects it is so horrible, so I am working on it!!

|#2 in Romance 2/20/16| *** So he sent you here. The dirtiest, grimiest, most vile building in New York City. The building where countless have silently lost their lives. He sent you to this Five Star Hotel so you could feel the fear that comes without having his protection. He picked one of the most dangerous places in the country to send his beloved son. He sent you to the dogs, who he hoped would eat you alive. (This is a quote from the spin off but it fits)

Sequel to The Bet That Broke Me, highest rank #18 so far in romance 1st Book~ The Bet That Broke Me✔️ & 3rd Book~ Following in the bad boys Footsteps Book one is currently under editing so I'd recommend not to read this one yet cause in order to understand it you'd have to had read the first book. I can not believe this is happening. I drop the files from my hands and they fall to the floor scattering everywhere. I stare at him in shock. He looks so different, so mature in his suit, and sexy as hell. He hasn't even noticed me yet though. Good, I bend down to grab the papers. "Damn It!" I curse I just spent thirty minutes organizing them for my new case. Oh but who cares about the stupid Papers, I can't believe he is actually here! It has been nine years since I last saw him. Nine years since the Bet. "Here let me help you." He speaks bending down to grab my papers. I freeze as our hands brush, same on stupid sparks. He stands up and my heart quickens. "Miss are you okay?" He asks me. His voice is so deep and it sends a shiver down my spine. I slowly stand up and our eyes meet. His eyes flash with surprise as mine did a moment before. His old cold eyes didn't show at all. This man is not the Aiden Parker I knew nine years ago. "Alison." He mutters still in shock. "Aiden." I mirror him. His eyes look over my body. I would say I have changed a lot since high school, I have matured gratefully. "Oh you two have met then? Alison this is the new owner of the law firm." My boss tells me and my eyes widen even bigger. You have got to be kidding me. Aiden Parker is my new boss.

You must read "A Quarter Mile Away" before reading "Full Speed Ahead." This is the second instalment (sequel) for AQMA ** This will make absolutely no sense if you read this one first. ** #1 - First Person Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~ "She may be A Quarter Mile Away, but I'm catching up to her. Full Speed Ahead." - Jaxon ~~~~~~~~~~ When Avery and Alena moved to this new town, they were supposed to keep their heads down and stay out of trouble. Until she met Jaxon. Before Jaxon entered her life, Avery was always A Quarter Mile Away from everything and everyone. She tried so hard to escape her past but it all came crashing down on her, now forcing her out of her comfort zone. The biggest challenge? Facing all of her fears alone, Full Speed Ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright: © 2017 Claireaabell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Ranked #01 for Teen Fiction X4 *A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY!* WHS Story of the Month Winner: Teen Fiction The Fiction Awards Winner 2017; Best Overall Story Best Of The Beginners ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He turned slightly in his chair to face me "I'll be honest, it was a date but ended terribly." "Why did it end terribly?" His jaw clenched while contemplating whether to tell me or not "Because I was distracted." I raised an eyebrow in confusion "Distracted by what?" He looked at me directly in the eyes before answering, "You." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Avery is beautiful, carefree and outspoken. Well, she used to be. She used to thrive on adrenaline and the only way she could fulfil that need was by riding her motorcycle. Avery hasn't exactly lived the best life. With a violent ex-boyfriend, her father deserting them at a young age and her mum constantly high alongside her new husband, Avery and her sister Alena have grown up in a messy and violent environment. Determined to give her sister a proper upbringing, they escape to a new town and start a new life together, giving up on everything she loved in the process. Afraid of her past coming back to haunt her, she refuses to let anyone into her life. Her only focus is to look after her sister and get through senior year. That is until she meets Jaxon Asher who comes crashing into her life, popular amongst his peers who is also well known in the racing scene. Avery is convinced he is like every other man who's crossed paths with her. Will he prove her fears right and confirm that all men are the same; abusive and controlling or will he show her that there is still love left in this world? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright: © 2016 Claireaabell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission