Jerrica is a 19 year old THUG. Her father died when she was six and all she has left is her mother and her sister. She was a true thug and nobody got in the way of that. But what happens when she meets a thug named Tyrone and fall in love? Read to find out!

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

Not all stories are about heroes. Not all villains are evil. In Emma Grave's case, she's a kind hearted villain. The gangleader's daughter. ... And Emma's caught the eye of one of the most heartless and confusing man she's ever come across. There was one thing she told herself: she could never, ever fall for him. Because if she does, her world will be ruined. || Highest rank || 12 in #humor

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

When Susie starts receiving letters from school-next-door's heartthrob, Nicholas Dawson, asking her out to the upcoming joint-school Mocktail Party, she doesn't know what she is getting into when she replies him back. She is then given a list of things to help Nick obtain the ultimate "Bad Boy" reputation. Beware: Not a "Popular Bad Boy" Just a "Popular WANNABE Bad Boy"... All it takes is one "Yes"...and maybe a lot more... to have the greatest night of your life with the wannabe "Bad Boy"

HIGHEST RANKING #3 POLICE EXCERPT "What don't I understand!?" He glares, patience wearing thin. He neared dangerously close each stride heavier than the other. His alluring aura screamed danger and frustration. "You make me so angry-" his dark brown orbs glaring directly at me. Fire simmered in those brown eyes. He looked absolutely livid. "-So frustrated!" He cornered me against the wall. "You make me want to turn Vincent's apartment upside down, you make me want to destroy everything in my path-" he leaned so close in, his nose gently skimmed mine even though everything about him was aggressive. "-And yet all of that makes me fall harder in love with you." His blazing eyes faltered as they stare directly at mine. *edit ON HOLD-ish

Finding evidence of her dead brother's whereabouts, Katherine Donovan believes that he is still alive. In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family's remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Vitaly Alecovich Rostov and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal. However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Vitaly's merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly familiar past. A past that she has been erased from- a past that she cannot she escape. Unsetting secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Vitaly. The question is; will she run from him? Or to him?

© 2015 All Rights Reserved by ShawnGardner2 When you grow up in the stereotype high school world, you tend to adopt some of its ways. But when you decide that those stupid clichés have no power over you, and you realize you are an individual in the real world, things start to happen. Some good, others not so much. But who knows? You may just find love in the end.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Aria moved to Bridges Point the summer before her junior year of high school. Landon is a cowboy who competes with rodeo. Landon gets hurt while in the middle of a competition. Can Aria break through the walls he's built to become his friend? Or more?