❝Don't cross me, Angel.❞ Slinging dope isn't exactly the kind of extracurricular Angelica Moore would want listed on her college applications, but when her mother's meager paychecks can no longer stretch to the end of each month, Angelica realizes she might not have any other choice than to start dealing. Fortunately for her, no one suspects the girl with a perfect GPA to be anything short of an angel. Maverick Weir controls the market in Dayton High, having bullied his way into a marijuana monopoly. Angelica might have a strong mind for business and the school administration wrapped around her finger, but Mav isn't about to let some goody-two-shoes steal the keys to his kingdom. Neither of them are going to back down from a fight, but when the true enemy becomes their inescapable attraction for each other, the two just might make a pair of unlikely allies. Full Story is exclusively available on Radish. + 2017 Winner of the Annual Bad Boy Awards hosted by @ProjectBadBoys +

After stumbling upon a murder, Quinn Reilly is placed under a witness-protection program. But things spiral out of control when Alpha Jed Trevino shows up, claiming to be both the murderer and her mate. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

I woke up to noises of someone shuffling around my room. "Ashton, I promise I didn't take your tampons this time. Let a woman sleep" I mumbled as I pulled my duvet covers over me. The shuffling stopped and then there was silence. Ashton must have left. I cuddled closer to my covers and got ready to fall back to sleep. "I'm sorry Love, but Ashton left the apartment an hour ago." A deep voice commented. My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up on my bed. In front of me a tall, handsome man with familiar mischievous green eyes watched me from beside my dresser. I sat there in shock as I eyed the stranger across from me. He had black hair, sharp cheekbones, strong eyebrows, a lip piercing as well as an eyebrow piercing, and he had... is that my thong in his hand!? My eyes grew large as I sat there frozen. "By the way, thank you for helping me out last night. That wicked witch had really taken a toll on me. But thanks to you I got fixed right up." He winked at me as he went back to shuffling through my underwear draw. "I took home a stray dog last night" I mumbled to myself. My "flight or fight" response seemed to have created another response called "accept death". I've seen enough horror movies to see where this scenerio ends. The stranger continued to look at my panties, finding a bra he seemed to like and began inspecting it. "Ah yes. That 'dog' was me I guess you could say." He looked up at me and grinned at my obvious frozen state. "No screaming? Tsk. How boring of you". Highest Ranking: #20 in paranormal

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!