Highest rank in teen fiction #7 Highest rank in #boyfriend #2 Started 28th August 2016 COMPLETED 8th January 2017 Not edited (update - I wrote this book when I was 14/15 so I do apologise for any misspelling or mistakes in the book) Olivia Valentine wants revenge on her ex boyfriend, Aaron Black, who cheated on her with, as Liv would like to call her, the blonde haired bimbo who is only popular for her fake boobs, and what better way to get revenge than to date the one and only Cole Williams, the hot school bad boy, who girls swoon over and who Aaron Black just happens to envy. Oh fake date that is. Olivia Valentine, the girl who isn't labeled, by which I mean she is not called the nerd, the slut, the normal student, nor is she the most popular girl in the school, she is just Liv. Many boys fancy her, whilst many girls envy her. Olivia Valentine has it all, the pretty looks, the long silky hair and an extremely rich mother, despite all this, she is most definitely not a horrible, snobby, stuck-up cow, if anything, she is the exact opposite. Okay, so now add Cole Williams into the picture. Cole Williams, the one who is definitely labeled, the one labeled as the hot school bad boy. He practically has every girl just dropping at his feet and he is constantly getting into fights with other jocks. Like Liv, he also comes from a rich family, which is probably one of the reasons why he is an arrogant, cocky, self-obsessed hottie. But deep down he might just have a heart of gold. Liv and Cole have never really spoken because of Aaron, but surely when it comes to getting revenge on Aaron Black, the two can make Parties, high school drama, fights, kisses, cat fights. Your classic teen fiction.

Salomé à 17 ans. Elle habite dans les beaux appartements de Paris. En terminal L, elle se consacre à ses cours mais tout va basculer le jours ou Eliot arrive. Parfois arrogant, énervant, Salomé ne cherche qu'à l'éviter. Mais elle va tomber amoureuse de lui. Lui qui n'est pourtant pas son genre, lui qui ce fait passer pour un Bad Boy va finir par la faire chavirer ..

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.

Primer Síntoma: Perdida de memorias -¿Quién eres tú? -Mamá ¿Estas bien? Segundo Síntoma: Alucinaciones - El día hoy está hermoso, ¿no creen? - exclamó mientras miraba el oxidado techo de titanio Tercer Síntoma: Desorientación -¿Que es este lugar? - preguntó encerrada en su habitación ¿Y luego?... Bueno Luego Solo viene el contagio y la Muerte....La Muerte para todos. TODOS Los derechos de autor reservados. no se permitan, copias, ediciones o adaptaciónes sin mi permiso!!!