In the attic of Jade's childhood was an old trunk, locked. And even though she couldn't pry it open, nor did she have the key, the muffled sobs coming from inside told her more than she wanted to remember. ☆ Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019 ☆ 🌼 🌼 🌼 ⚠️ Trigger Warning! ⚠️ This is not some fairytale about falling in love and living happily ever after. This story is a reflection of reality, it's about real characters facing real hardships and struggles in life. RATED M (Please read the tags for more info about the story. No cliches, I promise.) 🌼 🌼 🌼 Book published November 2017. Book cover created with Canva. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used in this story. Please note that all images and copyrights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. © All rights reserved All written works on this account are copyrighted by OopsyDaisy. Please refrain from duplicating or reproducing these books in any way, shape or form without the author's consent. Thank you.

Paisley Valetta was once an average, artistic teenage girl. Finishing her junior year in high school with her best friend and her hot boyfriend. She's also really close to her free spirited mother. Until one night, Paisley and her mother get in a car accident, killing her mom and leaving Paisley all alone and forced to move across the country to live with her father, the man who abandoned her when she was six. Along with having to live with her dad, she finds out that not only will she be living with her dad, but also with an unexpected roommate. Alex, who is her age and living with Charlie, Paisley's father, is staying just down the hall from Paisley for the summer. How will she get through this grieving, fighting, and finding out who her true friends are?

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

A pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I noticed he was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek bone. "Don't you have a friend's house you could go to?" I asked curiously. "That's the first place he'd look." he said simply but seriously. I bit my lip unsure. "Come on, Shaina. It's one night." I finally nodded and stepped away from the window. * This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language. *Go check out the sequel But Why Not

It's one thing to hook up with Carter Abrams and another for him to actually think you were soulmates. After all, what happens when a bad boy thinks you're good together? Copyright © 2018 by Taylor Collins. All Rights Reserved

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

Ellie Lane loved Noah. In fact, she still does. He promised her a forever with him, but his promise didn't last. Just like all promises, his was broken. What is Ellie going to do? She sees the boy that broke her heart everyday, but she can't physically face him. Crying herself to sleep every night won't resolve anything, so she writes out emails to Noah and one day hopes to send all of her unspoken words to him. WARNING: story deals with anxiety and self harm; may be triggering ~ Highest Ranking: #75 in Short Story ~ Copyright ©2016 by buttercup_roses All Rights Reserved.

His eyes darken, his pupils dilating almost entirely. His warm hand cups the back of my thigh and pulls me closer, so I am now straddling him completely. I am half afraid his motorbike will topple over onto the grass, but the thought is soon erased from my mind when I feel his hot minty breath on my neck. "I want to take you over and over until your throat is sore from screaming my name." He sinks his teeth softly into the plush skin on my neck. I purse my lips, looking out into the distance to see the beautiful twilight sky. I brush my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at it so I can look straight into his eyes as I roll my hips against his. He smirks. His lips look tempting, but I only smile when one of his hand slithers up to my hip and lifts me up before yanking me back down onto the now visible bulge in his jeans. "Touch me, Kings," I whisper. "I am, doll-face." He kisses my jaw tenderly. Teasingly. I frown, taking his hand that rests on my hip and placing it on my aching heat. A surge of wetness rushes out of me. "I meant here," I say breathlessly, my eyes threatening to flutter close. - Leah Stone is only a few months away from graduating high school. As she pushes through her last year at Riverdale High, she is convinced she will graduate with no trouble. That is until Hunter Kings, Leah's longtime crush and the town's bad boy barges into her life and rouses her awake from her 18 years daydream to show her what she really missed out on in her teenage years. Midnight dinner, wild motorbike rides and endless inappropriate innuendos are only some of the things that Leah Stone will undergo on her journey with the town's bad boy. But what will happen when they finally graduate? Only time will tell. // #1 romantic #1 explicit #2 maturecontent

Nicole was sat in the bathroom with a tub of pills and a knife to kill herself. Why, you ask? Here's why. Nicole was bullied by everyone and anyone. She couldn't cope anymore. Death was the only thing that she wanted. She was sick of it all. She wanted someone to save her. New guy, Adam comes and certainly catches all the girls attention. But what catches his attention is the girl who sits by herself at lunch. The girl who is tripped over in the corridor. The girl who's arms are covered in scars created by herself. The girl who he finds unbelievably attractive. Nicole. Will she push Adam away or will she let him help her? Will she jump of a building or fall for Adam? - Contains nature of self harm and scenes related to suicide - 14+ - Chapters could be quite graphic for some readers * ENDING IS SAD SO BE PREPARED *THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE SUICIDE Note: anyone who feels that they're going to kill themselves, please don't. Literally message me and I'll reply as soon as. If you're affected by this book negatively, I can only apologise and please send a message my way. [COMPLETED]

Death should be calm, death should be peaceful, death should happen when you're old, but death doesn't ask for an age and death doesn't care who you are. Marley learns this life lesson when spectating a hockey match literally knocks her out. She races away from her fears and discovers the only person who can see her is Trent. Scared of going home, Marley attaches herself to Trent. The only thing that'll rid Trent of Marley is answers. Is she dead, is she in limbo and what happens next? While scouting for answers and discovering her new ghost abilities, the pair find themselves in an otherworldly relationship. Things become complicated when Marley's memory and ghost fade. The expression six feet under just gave her a reality check.