"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

"You and I both know that any girl would kill to be in your position, with me, right now." He smirks, knowing that what he's said is completely and utterly true. Lea Wilson and River Parker don't mix; they don't like the same things, their lives are majorly different. But, what if these two people who are least expected to spend time with each other are doing exactly that? And, not only at school but at home as well. After Lea's house falls apart due to a termite infestation, the Wilson's are invited to stay at an old family friend's mansion of a house. The family friend also happens to be River's father. I'll give you time to digest that information. Yes, you're right. The sarcastic nerd and the egotistical heart-throb live under the same roof and encounter a series of events that make the two do something they didn't think would happen. They grow closer, and closer, and closer, until...well, you'll have to find that out for yourself. Follow them through their adventures of falling in love, getting their hearts broken, and learning lessons that explain there is more to life than they have ever imagined. WARNING(S): Strong Language & Mild Sexual Imagery. UNCOMPLETE. EDITING. ◊ The book trailer to the side is made by @starsandsky ◊ The book cover is made by @LightningStorms

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

Calum can't eat and Katy can't stop.

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Millions, no trillions, of questions raced through my wandering mind. Why is this happening to me? Why now? How will the boys react? Will I make it? ... Am I going to get my wish of being with my mother again?... Many people always said "be careful what you wish for", and now I see why. I spent the last ten years of my life wishing I was dead, wishing my life would be over, but three words, "You have cancer", changed everything: I don't want to die: I want to live. The ironic thing is that it took a death sentence to make me see the value of life. And now that I actually want to live, I'm probably going to die, but I guess that's just life, right?

Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.