High school ripped them apart, and now it's bringing them back together again.

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

~DISCONTINUED~ (i'm very sorry ❤️ i edited this book as a farewell to you guys) "Hello?" "Uh, good morning?" "Is this Lucas?" "Um, no? This is Crème de Ice, at your service?" "Ugh! That douchebag gave me the wrong number!" "So-" "Wait, let me rephrase that, Luc-ass gave me the wrong damn number!" "That was a great pun-" *click* But maybe, who knows, she actually called the right number. (august 31, 2017- #17 in short story, thank you!) [cover by the amazing AverySummers, thank you so much!] written by als, story ongoing. ^^

When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At twenty-one, she's the legal guardian of her teenage sister, in the final year of her nursing degree, and working night shifts at her small-town's local bar. And things get a lot more complicated when she finds a phone on the train home and decides to text the first number in the list of contacts, in hopes of tracking down its owner. That contact? Adam Bauer; the charismatic, sweet, and refreshingly honest older brother of the person who lost their phone. As the two continue talking, they can't ignore the chemistry and growing feelings between them, but life is never that simple. To make things work, Helena and Adam need to juggle a troubled sister, a meddlesome ex-boyfriend, and one fat lawsuit - all intent on keeping them apart. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.

Highest Ranking: #1 in ChickLit :) Finn thinks its just another Saturday night of picking up his stumbling drunk younger sister when he meets Westlyn. Westlyn Jacobs is what everyone believes is a typical party girl but her home life is anything but typical and it is starting to take a lot out of her. That is why she is sitting alone at a party when she spots Finn attempting to handle her best friend and his younger sister, Maddy. Finn is older, a bit mysterious, a bit goofy, and exactly the kind of distraction Westlyn thinks she needs. But are distractions a good thing?

"You're not like other girls Sam." He says, a smirk on his face and mischief dancing in his eyes. I scoff, "Oh really. In what way?" He locks his eyes on mine, taking a step closer. "You're the only girl in this entire school that isn't falling for me." "It's really not that hard." I say, rolling my eyes. "I bet I could get you to fall for me." He bites his lip. "Let's play a little game. We will date, and if you fall for me, you lose and it proves that you're just like every other girl who's obsessed with me" I was never one to turn down a challenge. Especially one as easy as this. Play the bad boy's game. Don't fall in the process. Piece of cake. "Deal." ~*~ Samantha accepts Riley's challenge, but not falling for the bad boy is a lot harder than she thought.

All Ed needed to become the Internet's latest boyfriend was a chili-pepper costume. But getting sunny foreign-exchange student Audra to prom will take a lot more than that. Ed doesn't know he's beautiful. But he is. Even when his crazy boss forces him to wear an "extra-spicy" chili pepper costume as part of a May 5th promotion. It was only meant to be an after-school job at a low-key Mexican restaurant; Ed never signed up for abject humiliation. And when a lovestruck girl snaps a covert picture of Ed while he serves her an enchilada, he couldn't possibly have anticipated becoming the internet's latest imaginary boyfriend. The fame is immediate and disorienting, but if it helps Ed convince quirky foreign exchange student Audra to attend prom with him, being "Enchilada Ed" might not be so bad. (Formerly Ignorance, Bliss, and Mexican Food)

#1 in Teen Fiction, Action, & New Adult ❤︎ ❝Sometimes falling for the enemy is inevitable❞ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ After being betrayed by her only friend, Anastasia Martinez Stone gets thrown into a dangerous world full of fighting, racing, drugs, pain, and death. The Royal Reapers is the strongest gang in The Underworld, a place only known in the world of the gangs, and it's her families business that she stayed away from. Now Ana has joined in and she's not there to play games. Two years later, after the death of her older brother, she returns to the chaotic town that once destroyed her. Ana's plan was to finish senior year at the school that caused her so many problems, without drawing too much attention to herself so that she can keep both of her lives separate... For her own safety. Nobody is going to know the real her, because she's going to have to disguise herself as the girl she used to be. What happens when she crosses paths with the deadliest street fighter in town, Ryder Grimaldi... Who just so happens to be her fathers worst enemy, the leader of the second strongest gang, The Bronze Demons? Anastasia's life isn't easy, especially since there's someone who wants her. The infamous Rueben Slade, ex-member of The Royal Reapers and now, leader of the third strongest gang, The Crimson Ghosts. He's always wanted Anastasia all to himself and he's willing to do anything to have her, even if that means drugging her into believing she's his. You better buckle up and get ready for the romance, drama, heartbreak, and pain because it's heading your way! Only this time, it's going to be way more intense than the original book. Keep reading to follow Anastasia on her journey to fight for love... ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ You can read the COMPLETED original version in another book on my profile! Votes are inaccurate because not all chapters are published!!

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

"Help me," a frightened voice whispered. "STOP CALLING, especially at 2AM! It was fun but nothing special, a o-n-e n-i-g-h-t s-t-a-n-d." "Wait, what happened last night?" The boy stifled a laugh, through tears. "Superman lost his spandex's-wait who is this?" "Batman." - A boy made it his mission in grade eleven to add everyone in his grade as contacts. They all had a emoji for their contact name, unless they held significants to him. e.g: :) = 04 982 562 789 Now, two years into college, life is killing him. Literally. So he calls someone in his contact list, not knowing who, just asking for help because he was holding a bottle full of sleeping pills. He was the top jock, quarter back on the football team. Now he's no one.