*WARNING: Written in 2008, some content may be offensive* Stasee is your typical shy, quiet teenage girl until the night her brother's best friend Damen Hurtz decides to finally acknowledge her existence. In a desperate attempt to gain his acceptance she allows him to take the one thing every girl values most...her virginity. After that night, Damen constantly begins accepting her while they're alone and then rejecting her in front of his peers. Stasee's frustration and confusion continues to grow, as do her feeling toward the man who continues to break her heart. He claims that he cares for her, but will his need for his peer's acceptance prevent him from ever treating Stasee the way he should? And if he finally realizes the stupidity of popularity over love, will Stasee still be waiting for him?

Jasmine was not given a choice of who she was able to love but rather told who she would love. Since the time she was little she was shown only the dominance in men, and was taught to obey it no matter that cost. Her fiancée since birth, Tyler, has no interest in Jasmine and uses her upbringing to his advantage. Their fates are intertwined in a twisted journey where they learn to love, though perhaps not each other.

My boyfriend is the guy of my dreams, but everything goes to hell when I start getting to know his sister.

"You're mine now." ©Ethanscupido This is my original idea please don't steal!⚠️

Avery quinton, a bad girl that got in trouble, got dettention and didn't give a fuck about anything But they didn't know she's a gang leader and not just of any gang. The 2nd most feared gang alive The royals She's also a street fighter named the white killer and i mean no one knows about that not even her family and she's destined to keep it that way But when she gets kicked out of her 19th school her mom had enough of her so she makes her move to california But then she finds out she moved in next to another gang leader named max cadwell and not just any leader. The most feared gang alive The flaming vipers But what happens when she insults max and beats up the school slut and he becomes suspicious and he becomes even more suspicious when he sees Avery sneaking back in her house late at night with busted fists and he wants to break her walls even if it meant giving up his reputation But as Avery's past reveals and enemies pop up , who can be trusted becomes a big question . As secrets and broken promises become abudunat, avery has to navigate the battlefield of love , family, friends and a couple of gang leaders

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