FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

Cade Parkinson preferred his world in black and white-predictable, quiet, and just the way he liked it. Then Kathie Lewis moved in next door, all soft smiles and sunshine, and started coloring in the edges. She's a spoiled heiress who doesn't take no for an answer. He's a grump with no time for nonsense. And yet, no matter how hard Cade tries to push her away, she keeps showing up... and messing with his carefully scheduled life. He tells himself it's temporary. That she'll get back with her jerk of a boyfriend and finally leave him alone. But every time she looks at him like he's worth something more, Cade starts wishing he could be the one she stays for.

Millie Ripley has only ever known one player next door. Luke Dawson. But with only a couple months left before he graduates and a blackmailer on the loose, will their love story stand the test of time? And will they both need to grow up to face the truth?

He needs a wife. She needs the money. The playboy prince needs a respectable girl to play his doting fiance for the weekend. If he doesn't convince his parents he's a changed man, he can say goodbye to his crown and inheritance. Enter Jenny, an actress who has just been hired to play the role of her life. Especially since she doesn't like him. But soon the two find out that they will need each other in ways they never thought possible.

He says, "Screw that. I'll take a nap." She says, "Oh no, where did I go wrong?" - Zoey Summers, Chris Martinez. With their names together, side by side, they form a nice ring, huh? Meet Zoey. She's studious. She's kind. She's a good girl. Meet Chris. He's not studious. He's not kind. He's a bad boy. When Zoey moved to a new place with her Mother, she never expected all these to happen. Just her and her Mother, that's all. But there came Chris, waltzing his way into her life. She didn't want boyfriends. She didn't want relationships. She wants to study. Zoey knew she didn't have a pleasant childhood. Well, neither did Chris. What happens when you put these two broken angels together? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Kelsey Mays knows everything there is to know when it comes to loving a bad boy. They're uncaring jerks who will leave you brokenhearted and alone without a second thought. So when Julio enters her life, she pretty much has him all figured out. But when they become lab partners in a project she would rather not do, she becomes dependent on him. And he knows it. Whatever it takes, Julio plans on breaking her out of her closed, cold chains and showing her a life worth living. A life that doesn't have plans. Through love, bets, loss, lies, and tears, Kelsey must learn what it means to put your trust and love in one person. Even if that person just so happens to be a bad boy.

Sequel to Player Next Door. Millie Ripley is in too deep. Her relationship with the Dawson brothers is creating waves, a mystery blackmailer is out to ruin her life and... she's still trying to make it through high school. What happened to being invisible? (c) copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved. Stay chill, N

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."