A BAD BOY STOLE MY BRA is published and no longer available on Wattpad. It is available in multiple languages, including English, French, German, Italian and Indonesian as paperback and e-book internationally. It is also available as an adaptation on the app Episode - 'It Started With a Bra.' This copy has the first 3 chapters ONLY. SPIN OFF SEQUEL (Same characters): The Anti Delinquent System is fully available on Wattpad! It follows Chase's love story, with large amounts of Riley, Alec, Joe, Violet and Dylan! Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie. You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that's when you see it. Your new neighbour, clambering halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE BRA. What do you do? Well, you scream obviously. Then what? Why, you get revenge of course. Romance #1 Humour #3 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover and Official Trailer made by @moonxriver

**Officially published as Clique Bait with HarperTeen!** Payment is usually a part of a basic transaction. You give and then you take. But, at Arlington Preparatory, people take at their leisure. They take their entertainment in the form of humiliation. They get what they want at the expense of their pawns. But they never pay. Chloe Whittaker has a hit list. But not exactly the murder kind. After her best friend is ripped from Arlington, punished for her fascination with climbing the hierarchy, she knows she has to end them. One by one. Revenge is sweet, and inflicting it is even sweeter. Only, what if someone she's determined to destroy, starts to win over her heart? Highest rank: #1 in teen fiction cover by @supernovass

Raven. She was a beauty and everyone knew it. Everyone also knew she was untouchable. She had any tattoo you could imagine. She even had secret ones. If you had the balls to ask she'd flash you the one on her boobs. No one had ever asked. No one could. No one ever would. Until he showed up. His name was Caleb Graham but everyone called him Phoenix. But Phoenix is about to run into Raven. And he's about to find out why we call her the Tattoo Timebomb.

Zach Brewer has a plan. Win a state football championship, get recruited to a top college, and enjoy his senior year as much as possible. What he didn't count on is being up to his neck in debt. Being a member of an exclusive gambling ring has its perks, particularly the high stake tables, but getting shook down by two thugs has a way of ruining the appeal. Not sure what to do, he pleads with the one girl who could help. Riley Martinelli's life is simple. Attend school and help her brothers run their underground gambling club. The club is the only thing keeping her family out of bankruptcy since her dad got hurt. Faced with losing their house, her brothers are determined to collect every penny owed. When Zach, her long-time crush, asks for help, she desperately wants to give it but she can't do much without hurting her own family. As Zach and Riley navigate through peer pressure, family expectations and broken hearts, they must ask themselves an important question. How much are they willing to risk to get what they want?

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

Sometimes it snows, and sometimes you meet beautiful boys with cameras, and sometimes it snows and you meet beautiful boys with cameras. // #20 in short story //

My name's Rubye Chandler. But I haven't been called that ever since I got my hands on the unsolved Rubik's Cube on my teacher's desk in kindergarten. Now I'm called Rubix. I'm the heart-throb of the school, almost every guy in school claims they're in love with me, almost. The only problem is who will have me? But that problem ended when someone said: "Let's handle this like gentlemen. Whoever can beat Rubix at her own game, can rightfully claim her his." No way I'm going to let my dignity and record taken away without a fight, with a record of 7.26 seconds. I'm confident no one will beat me, and that I can live off being single the rest of high school. But the tables turn when there's a new kid in town. He's not like most guys, failing in art and other classes, skipping classes and not participating in the games. Something about him is different, little did I know that one thing would change the Rubix Cube Challenge forever.

You thought you were safe. You thought you got rid of her but you didn't, you couldn't. Each victim dies with a scar. On the nape of their neck there is always an H, carved with a century old switchblade. No one knows who she is or where she stays, or how to find her. Then the mission hits to close to "home," or at least what used to be home. But here's the catch. Mr. Perfect isn't just some helpless Hot Guy, he knows how to kill to. Uh-oh, you thought it was over, guess again. He remembers her too. So who kills who? Or do they fight the odds to stay together?

"So," He said. "Are you always this mysterious?" His eyes full of curiosity under a dark mask. "That depends." I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you always this nosy?" He blew out a little bit of air through his nose and smiled, "Touché." "And I'm not mysterious." I added. He tapped on my own mask, "Who are you then?" I swatted away his hand. "And if you're not mysterious," he continued, "then what are you?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm a runaway princess from the land of far away." I put a finger to my lips, "But shh, it's a secret." He chuckled lightly. "You didn't answer my question. I kept my mouth shut and didn't say anything. He honestly can't be serious. There's no way that I going to tell him something like that. Like dude, seriously? "You know," he said casually, interrupting my thoughts, "Secrets don't make friends."