❞A girl with nothing but problems; and then, there's this boy who steps into her life.❞ © kookiesdream -09 | 2017

"Why don't you just do everyone a favour and go kill yourself?" "You know what, I think I will." Tonight everyone will get their wish because i've got a whole list of ways to end everything and each of them look so tempting... Updates every Sunday

There's no way Taryn's taking Blake's place as president of the student body. As soon as the memorial for him and six of their friends is over, she's resigning as VP. Really. Except people say the fire was no accident. (She says it's way too easy to blame someone who's dead.) When Taryn reads the writing on the wall, literally, the bathroom wall, she knows what it means. To get to the truth she has to come out from under her paisley comforter. But, seriously, what stage of grief says Taryn has to be the one to fix what's wrong at Ideal High? Maybe she's the one who's broken.

" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*

He's the friendly dark knight. She's the enclosed snow white. He went to the opposite of the typical. She follows everything in the book of norm. He's writing the book of answers. She's drowning in the pool of secrets. He freed himself. She caged herself. He was brutal. She was honest. He is the crazy new neighbor. She is the girl who don't know herself. He is eternally hers. But she isn't his. Then he came back to change it and set havoc into her life. ***** Warning: lots of complex scenarios. Supplied with some curses. Random ideas. Not yet proofread, so expect a number of grammatical errors (apologies for the grammar Nazis out there).

[IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING REWRITTEN THEREFORE SOMETHINGS MAY NOT MAKE SENSE. KEEP THAT IN MIND] So, there's this girl. His beautiful chocolate fantasy sculpted to perfection. He thinks she's impossible to obtain, she thinks he's untouchable. For her, he'd go insane. Burst into fits of rage even. Yet, she still can't quite decipher the meaning behind his gorgeous ocean blue eyes that stare back at her dull brown ones with such intensity. They know each other better than anyone else ever could yet they both fail to realize the one thing they both have a burning desire for. Confused & madly in love here's the story of two best friends who think they're polar opposites. Oh honey, they're so wrong..

in which a girl with too many problems befriends a boy with a false smile and bad past. { updates everyday :) }

Official bonus novella to High School Hit List. Maddy Danton should have never returned. She's collateral damage, trapped within a cage of secrets, a risk to the reputation of a boy held on a perfect pedestal. And maybe freeing herself from her shackles is as unrealistic as it is dangerous. But lies can only last as long as their facade survives. And Maddy is sure she is dying. A deeper, darker, and steamier insight into the characters of High School Hit List. Find out what happened to the royalty of Arlington once they left the kingdom. » can be read as stand-alone, however, contains spoilers to its predecessor » #8 in ChickLit » cover: @glueeater © 2016 AUTHERAS

Neither Macy or the entire school has really payed any attention to Wes gregory. He walks around school with his hood up. No one even knows what he looks like But one day Wes takes a certain interest in Macy. His non stop encounters and mysterious appearances make her even more curious about him. Even when he is backing her up into corners, threatening her or giving her good advice, she still doesn't know what he looks like. I mean, is this guy the ugliest guy who has ever walked the earth or is he some kind of Greek god? Wes Gregory has a dark secret that the whole world knows about but don't realize that they do. What will it take for Macy to figure it out? What will Macy do when she does figure it out?

He enveloped me in his arms, his touch warm, as it always had been. He kissed the side of my throat, the spot where my pulse throbbed in a steady rhythm that became quicker when he kissed it, and his kiss was the same as it always had been. He smiled when he straightened himself and his smile was bright and contagious, as it always had been. His eyes, though, had changed. The blue still resembled my brothers', the twinkle was still there like the first evening star but the look in them was unexplainably different. But how?