They were strangers, yet they were about to have an arranged marriage. Xael Stewart A girl with two sides to her. She can be nice if she wants to, but when you mess with her, she will not hesitate to fight back. Ethan Ford There are three words to describe him. Bipolar, egotistical, player. Your typical jerk, just, maybe not so much of a jerk actually. Despite the facade he puts on, you'll get to know the real him after some time. The two were against this marriage, and were forced to sign a marriage contract with three terms. 1. Married to each other for at least a year. 2. Sleep in the same bedroom. 3. Attend the same school. They swore to each other that they would not fall for each other and after that one year, they will part ways, but one of the factors in the laws of attraction is proximity, and what are the chances of not taking a liking to someone who you share the same bedroom with? #412 in Teen Fiction (8/6/17) #138 in Teen Fiction (26/8/17)

Amelia is the outcast of her school she gets the typical good grades, most people at her school, Molten High think she's a freak with no friends or social life. Noah Forman the former Popular jock, gets all the girls, surprisingly gets the grades too, little did Amelia know he had the biggest crush on her. Amelia feared him. But will one strange "deal" change that?

Hi my name is Dyl its not short for anything, but it's a cool name to have anyway I'm sixteen years old, but it doesn't matter because everyone knows me as the little sister to the so called hottest guys who walked the planet and they see that as a ticket to get to my brothers. Although I just think of them as the annoying over protective brothers that I see everyday. My older brothers Peak, Ryden, Aaron, and Blaise who is my twin but older than me by fifteen minutes; don't let me date because they scare everyone who looks my way. I haven't even had my first kiss shoot I don't even get any hugs from a guy since I went into high school. Yet the only person who has guts to try to flirt with me is the new kid Chance who I met in my chemistry class saying 'he likes them feisty' because I didn't want to make his big head any bigger by drooling over him like every chick in that class. I mean c'mon he is just a new kid who happens to be hot-- ahem yea he looks decent enough, but did I mention my brother Blaise is in the class also. Why can't I flirt with a guy without my brothers scaring them. UGH!

Your destiny is already mapped out as soon as you're born - you just don't get to see it yet. In this era, people are given necklaces at birth. On these necklaces, an empty, corked bottle hangs, and as time goes by, the bottle fills with multicolored sand in a specific pattern. When you come of age, your bottle will fill entirely to the top. The real kicker is, only one other person in the whole world shares the same sand pattern as yourself, and that person is the who you are meant to be with; your soulmate, your other half, your match. Trinity Harpers, a girl who to this point, had been living a life void of interesting stories to tell, has just come of age. And her match - well, he's not exactly the Prince Charming she had in mind. And destiny is a funny thing - it doesn't like to be messed with.

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction || Coral Stewart is a nerdy seventeen year old girl who is way too smart for her own good. She has already graduated and has been hired at St Martin's, an all boys school. The only problem with this is that she has to attempt to teach four boys History - and trust me when I say they are not going to make it easy for her. One nerdy girl. Four perverted boys. One History lesson every Friday. What could possibly go wrong? *=*=*=* Warning: There's gonna be dramaaaaa [Completed] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

Astrid Valleys is the shyest girl at Velvet Hills High and she doesn't mind. She's a dreamer just like her father and she supposes that's what her mother hates most about her. Astrid's mother is a business woman who is almost never home and spends more time on herself than Astrid. Astrid and five other of the skilled kids in her school attend an Academic English class, specifically for overachieving students. Their teacher, Mr. Wades, has funded for a ski trip the whole class will be attending for a weekend. But when Mr. Wades and the other supervisors are out getting food and a blizzard settles in, Astrid is stuck with a group she'd rather not be with. If it wasn't for those green eyes.. ♦ ♦ ♦

My friend started to go out with the schools bed boy. I warned him that if he does anything to hurt her he will pay for it.

|| Highest Rank - #3 in Teen Fiction || Amanda thought she had found the love of her life. She had everything perfectly planned out; the university she would attend, the car she would drive, the house she would own, the place she would get married and even the money she would earn. Much to her dismay, all her plans went straight down the drain when she caught her golden boy in bed with someone else. She thinks she is the only person who feels absolutely devastated, but she is proven wrong when, one night, a certain bad boy knocks on her door. Now what could a six foot tall, arrogant jerk want from her? Isn't it obvious? He wants revenge. - Cover by @-belllawrites Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction || Ever broken into Disney World at three in the morning? Ever pranked the police and almost gotten arrested for it? Ever played paintball at the park in nothing but your underwear? Maya hasn't. But she is about to... Dylan Thompson is the most popular guy in the school and is seeking revenge after Maya slapped him for being a 'pervert'. What would you do if you were Maya? Move to Mexico and change your name to Rico and then proceed to move into an apartment with a goat owner named Pablo, obviously. What does Maya do? She doesn't run, instead she kicks him where the sun don't shine and slaps him again. Time for revenge nerd. --- Cover by the best human @1Dgurlwrites WARNING: Contains mild language & may cause many eyes rolls, fangirl moments and tears. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan