"Dear Mr. Pessimist, here are a few reasons to love yourself and the world." When Sydney Hale gets a job at one of the biggest bakeries in her town, she expects a normal and calm atmosphere. Little does she know that she's in for the exact opposite when she meets the store owners son. Bennett Banks hates everything. And when Sydney starts working at the shop, she becomes his next target. Little did he know that she was going to be leaving him sticky notes with reasons to love himself and the world every day when she left the bakery. And when his parents go out of town, it's up to the two teens to try and get along so they can run the store and stop kids from breaking in again in the middle of the night. A class A pessimist. A quirky girl with a great outlook on life. What could possibly go wrong?

in which a lonely girl writes letters to her runaway love in hopes of his return. Dear Harry © louminosity 2014-2015 --- Completed. xx

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.

"So I-" Before I could finish my sentence or even think Aaron had put his arms around my waist and pulled me against him while kissing me fiercely. I was completely frozen with shock...Well almost completely. My hands had involuntarily dug into his thick hair keeping his face secured to mine. I couldn't focus because everywhere his hands or lips touched burned. Burned in a really great way. Making me want more. While one hand held me, his other crept up my leg and dug into my thigh making me moan. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wasn't in control of myself any more. His hand left my thigh and went behind and under my shirt to the small of my back, he pressed his fingers there keeping me still. He then pulled away from my lips and instead kissed slowly down my throat. I tried to calm my breathing but failed. There was a loud knock on the door. We both froze

Miriam Berk is the foul-mouthed Student Body President at Monroe High. She has as many friends as she has enemies, except for the mysterious guy built like The Terminator in the back of her Chem II class. As soon as she notices him, Miriam wants him... as a Sergeant-At-Arms at first.   Cassius Lucas doesn't like many things. He hates ducks, skim milk, and anything that squeals in his presence. Which is why he doesn't want to be bothered with the nosey Student Body President. But their chemistry is explosive and after a month of being in each other's company, what if they can't bear to part? What will happen when Miri's abusive stepbrother comes back into her life and can't stand to see her happy for once? Read on and find out...

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

" He kisses my wrist, at the spot where the bruises formed. My heart goes into overdrive, sending hot chills all over my body. I stumble in my tracks, gawking, open-mouthed. 'Something wrong?' Archer asks, a hint of a smirk nudging his lips. I shake my head. The smirk widens, but he says nothing and we go on. " xxx Peyton's ex-boyfriend has scarred her for life. She vows never to date somebody that is: a) good-looking b) popular c) flirtatious It's too bad that Archer Raine fits all of those things. It's even worse that he lives right next door.

What do you do when there's a new guy in your school? Particularly one who is all tatted up, has a criminal record, and got shot? Let me tell you. You stay away. Now I'm not the kind of person to judge someone before knowing them, but when it comes to him the signals in my head start going off from all different directions. That's me describing Aiden Stone. The boy that reeks of trouble and an ego practicaly dripping off him. #1 IN ROMANCE #2 IN TEEN FICTION

Juliet Harrington, a wealthy teen, who has a throne in the Hills and the world at her feet leads a pretty hectic life. Sure she's been working with a silver spoon in her mouth since the day she was born, but that silver spoon doesn't make it any easier to juggle running a high school empire, trying not to fail all of her classes, captaining a cheerleading team, and striking the fear of God into every last one of her peers. Toss in a very random, very sudden, very intense new crush and Juliet finds herself in one hell of a head spinning whirlwind. The path she's on is a rocky one, but she will not tolerate failing to come out on top on any one of those fronts. If that means she has to scratch out a few eyes in order to get there, then that's exactly what she'll do. And she'll do it with a smile on her face and her favorite pair of Jimmy Choos on her feet.