She's the last one to be his target. Will he successfully played her heart just like he did to any other girls, or he'll just die trying? But, eventually the feelings will going to be real. Who's gonna Play Hard To Get? Highest rank in Fanfiction so far: #3 3????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! R U FREAKISHLY KIDDING ME??? (O.o) Start: May 2016 Ended: November 2016 Edits: 2020

the text messages between a girl who doesn't care for labels and a boy who is labeled worldwide as the hottest male alive and it all started from a simple wrong number situation READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL

"daddy wants both of his babygirls right here, right now." © -tropico;; 2016.

Sometimes, the universe decides to put two random people together and make them fall for each other, but figuring out what to do next is up to them. Her boss expects her to accomplish a confidential and immoral task: destroying the biggest existing boyband from the inside. "The day that I have to prove that I love him to someone else apart from him, that'll be the last day of my life."

~Life's not fair when love could start a war~ A timeless tale of forbidden love emerges in the 1650s. And their love not only affects them, but the future of their warring nations. How is there time for love when the fate of a country rests in one's hands? Kalysta is the Princess of Elysium, trained in politics and burdened to save her country from the greed of a rival King. So what good could come of falling in love with Ambassador Zayn, her enemy's son? Is love worth the risk? When the heart stirs Duty falls away. Eternal night fails In the light of a new day. Ramifications are reaped From actions sown. Is love better sought Or left alone? WARNING (and only warning): This is a mature story with: discussions of sex, rape, and misogyny; mild swearing; political intricacies; and other adult themes. It is rated PG-13 as based on the prerequisites set up by Wattpad. If any of this bothers you, I suggest not reading. It is meant for older teens and adults. Thank you for your understanding! Started June 2014

❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really. The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer. Highest rank: #185 in Fanfiction *One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*

Elena goes off to college expecting everything to be perfect. Her studies, the parties, and her roommate. Little did she know that college was far from perfect. Her roommate was Zayn Malik. Life with Zayn wasn't going to be easy.

Two rival companies at war. Alanis Ambrosia took over her Fathers' Company at 17 years old forced to grow up fast. Zion Scott , Owner of Malik inc. also the same age as Alanis was given the company by his father. With both their fathers being Ex best friends the rivalry is inherited. What happens when these two companies do anything to bring each-other down? What happens when even with

Faith Tristens despises the color orange, going to the movies and Brendan Wenthward with a burning passion. Why, you ask? Well, The first one is way too flashy, the second one is too damn expensive and the third one is all of that combined into a wonderful pack of flesh and blood. Brendan is ridiculously attractive, funny, popular, athletic but there's that one unhinging thing about him that Faith hates just a tad too much. He's a player. And a good one at that. But here's the thing, no matter how many goals he has scored, there's always one he just can't seem to tackle and cross off his bucket list : Faith. And he's determined into evening out the score by laying out an ultimate touchdown.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)