"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

Mere months after Ryder's departure Ayla finds herself in a position too complicated for herself. She's heartbroken, lost and would do anything to see him again. Yet all that love is replaced with anger and hurt. She has to remain strong. For now she has Alessio and Arabella Sequel to Beauty and the Bully.

✨You hurt me again today, but that's okay because you said I deserved it.✨ Best: Short Story - #6 PLEASE READ: This short story deals with a very server topics such as self harm and bullying. It should be taken as no joke if you're a victim of bullying please say something. Your voice matters. Not all stories are fake. Life is not a cliché. The way I'm going to write this is not how your bullying story will end so you have been warned before you write nasty comments. This is a disclaimer so please do not take anything I write in this paragraph to heart...probably should've put this first... Also I do not own the image for the cover it is trust something I found on the Internet and put words on top of it.

Lauraine Alexander, a 16 year old scholar of Diamond High. She's a nerd with huge glasses, very smart but poor girl. All she wanted was to finish school and help her sick mother and her parents happen to have a million debt to the old, greedy billionaire -Douglas Wilson. In her school, there is this one famous heartthrob named Paul Lautner, and she had a huge crush on him until one time...for the first time he talked to a nerd like her and confessed... Confessed that he is in love with her best friend, Christine. How hurtful it was to hear that he wants her to help him to make Christine notice him. What if Lauraine suddenly vanished becomes beautiful after 6 years? Find out more

#2 in Mystery/thrill 😍 (02/06/18) "AHHHHHHHHHH" "AHHHHHHH" "AHHHH". Her painful screams echoed everywhere. "P-Please stop it P-Pe-piyushhhh" she managed to speak somehow through the cloth that has been tied to her mouth. "AHHHHHHHHH" She screamed as loud as she can as a hot iron rod was being touched in her bare foot. "Is it paining sweetheart? Yes I know, I know. Why do you make me do this to you jaan(heart)? You know I cant live without you. Why you try to run away from me? From OUR house?" He said calmly. "Pleaseee.. Leave me.. Am...a-am s-sorryyyy." She said still feeling the pain in her burnt leg. "This is your punishment love. I now hope you won't repeat this again? Will you dare to?" He said heartlessly. There was silence except the painful sobs of Amaira as she tried to open her tied arms and legs. "SPEAK UP AMAIRA. WILL YOU DARE TO?" He roared making a shiver run down her spine. "And if you dare to.. Just remember this day. That day you will be punished twice as this jaan" Amaira simply nodded. She was tired and so exhausted. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The story starts with Piyush Shahdev, a rich business tycoon falling for a simple, middle-class girl named Amaira Bohra. Piyush proposed Amaira and they get married with Amaira's family's approval. However soon after getting married Amaira comes to know about Piyush's psychotic, obsessive and over possessive nature. Apart from Piyush's harassment and torture Amaira continues to stay with him. Can Amaira get rid of Piyush's obsession? What will happen at last? Will anyone die? To know keep Reading. Also, please do vote, share and comment. ♦ INDIAN SERIAL BASED ♦ --------------------------------- #12 in mystery/thrill *22-03-18*

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*