When Franny learns why former popular boy Tyler fell from grace, she gets thrown head-first into his dangerous world but also closer to his timid heart. ***** Eighteen-year-old Tyler Madden used to have everything. He was captain of the football team, popular, high achiever, and was set to have a successful career. But when a secret too hard to handle comes to light, he turns to underground fighting to deal with the pain. Now, he's in too deep. And when Francesca Howard befriends him at school in the hopes of figuring out what went wrong, she unknowingly gets pulled into the criminal world he's now stuck in. As the two find comfort in each other, they find themselves faced with their impending future and trying to get Tyler out alive. Content/Trigger Warning: this story contains scenes pertaining to drug use, substance abuse, and violence. [#1 in teen fiction, romance and action]

Cole Demos is an average guy who has two crazy best friends. One evening he was bored out of his mind and decided to text a random person asking them 'How to hide a dead body'. The lucky person was an 18 year old Lana Flynn, she lives with her two loving parents and has a huge obsession with Milkshakes and fries. Will her obsession bring the two amazing hearts together or will she help him with his problem? WARNING: I don't proof read my chapters I just write them and post it. If you are a spelling nerd you've been warned! Used to be called 'How to hide a dead body'

“Want to play a game?” He asked huskily, his words slurring the slightest bit as he walked towards me. I took a long sip from my plastic cup, enjoying the burning sensation the liquid left in my throat on its way down. Bringing a finger to my chin, I taped it as if in thought. “What kind of game?” I asked slyly, my lips curving into a smirk that seemed to make his own grow more pronounced. Coming to a stop in front of me, he looked down, his emerald eyes blazing with undeniable lust. He ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. “It’s a little game I like to call two truths and a lie.” Triton Palatas knows why Trent Greene suddenly disappeared last Christmas. Thayer Knight is hiding a secret about the night Triton's mother was killed that could change everything. Kadence Greene has known who killed Triton's mother all along. We all have secrets, but can you tell the two truths from the lie? Neither can they. Never underestimate the power of the game.

Meet Rose Jefferson. She is your typical 20th Century British mean girl. Sublimely beautiful, mean, and heartless. A recent scandal broke out about her soon-to-be husband and her sister, and her life is in a downward spiral. This is Rose's story, and it's going to be a sweet-and-sour romance. Is she going to be forever broken? Or can a certain glassmaker help repair her shattered heart?

"Are you ever afraid of being alone?" I asked after a while. A question that had randomly popped into my mind. I wasn't expecting him to answer me, but he did. Jonah turned his face, but I didn't look back at him, I kept staring up at the skies. He turned back to the sky and took a breather before answering. "We're always going to be alone, Rose. Always. We'll be haunted by the darkness that is our own shadow, but in every shadow there's a light." He answered, as if the simplest thing in the world. I only stared at him with a dropped jaw. That was out of this world. Especially coming from Jonah. "When does it get better?" I mumbled. "It doesn't. But to go through it with someone makes it a whole lot easier." He turned back to face me. We stared at each other for a while. He'd always occasionally look down at my lips, and I'd do the same to him. I broke it off and looked back up at the sky. -=- New York City. The place of opportunities. But what shall Rose do when there's so many of them? Jonah, the seducer with a British accent, or Cameron, equally British but sweet. Her clock is ticking. She has one year to make up her mind until the exchange program takes back all their Brits and their New Yorkers return. And so the end-of-the-year party is the final strike. Either Rose chooses...or she doesn't. *WARNING* I began this book (my first book ever) when I was like 11 or 12 years old so the first chapters (idk how many) suck, not gonna lie. I had scrapped so many ideas (that I only really wrote a few chapters of) that when I was older enough to realize the story I had going so far sucked, I didn't want to scrap again, so I finished for that sake in a span of 3 years (and ended in 2014). All in all, not my greatest work, but read on if you wish. Text Copyright © droppedintoxic™ 2014