Jung EunMi lives a life with an annoying freak, Jeon Jungkook. EunMi hates Jungkook, and Jungkook hates EunMi. A love-hate relationship. Read to find out what happens. I know this doesn't sound so interesting because I don't know what to write to make you people interested, sorry. ★Please do not plagiarize★ ☆This is also my first story so I won't be that good at writing xD but I hope you guys enjoy☆

Highest ranking #2 in werewolf #1 in Completed #1 in Featured ©MadnessReverie ********* I lean my body against his, carefully brushing my lips against his ear. "What's your name?" I whisper before nipping his earlobe once. "Colton" it sounded more like a groan and I smiled internally. I put my knees on either side of his legs and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, careful not to actually rub against him. "Colton, I like it" I moaned softly before biting my lower lip again. I can tell his hands are itching to touch me, but he knows he's not allowed. His eyes are dark with lust and something else I can't quite place. "Say my name again, Kitten" ********* Thrust into what she thought was a mythical world of wolves and mates, Avery's journey is anything but typical. Can she learn to love what she didn't dare to dream actually existed? Can he accept the baggage that comes with her? I don't own any of the pictures I use. Most of them I found on Google. The story is mine though so please don't steal it.

Do you believe me when I say I can see them....

pictures of you, pictures of me remind us all of what we used to be

in which a girl cleans a boy's apartment every week. always discovering used condoms.

|| 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

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"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.)

a story in which a girl who is babysitting falls in love with the dad of the children she's hired to look after. disclaimer: contains mature & explicit content. completed. drizzydolanzz©

"Andrea! Get down here!" She screamed. I scrambled off my bed and down the stairs. 'Who could be here?' I thought as my shoes clicked down the staircase. I heard whispering at the bottom and quickened my pace. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw a tall man with curly hair and green eyes singing papers. From where I was standing, I could just barely make out my name scribbled on a piece of paper. Andrea.. Styles?