I just smirked at the way they all looked down on me. The way they all try to trip me down and glare like they can kill me with one look. I could easily laugh their stupidity and small minds as I make it through the day the way I've always done it. By myself. With no friends. No family. I don't cry myself to sleep hoping that my prince will come and save me... I don't beg those dimwitted jocks to stop giving me a hard time whenever they get the chance. I don't try to fit in when the person I'll hurt the most is myself by lying. I don't wish that my dead parents will come back when I know they won't. I don't do this because I, Carter Summers, am a strong willed person that knows the sad fact that this.... This... is my reality..... When Carter gets a small request from a teacher for his creative way of writing. He temporarily joins the newspaper club to gain extra credit to assure his scholarship. His job is to answer questions from the entire Newton High's students and give them advice. But since the entire population hates him for being homosexual, he does this in secret by answering within the papers, and goes by the name of... Reality. ***Cover by RougeHopes*** #19 in Teen Fiction

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Completed. Arya struggles with her past, her present and her weight. When she enrolls in her new school she doesn't know that her life is about to get even more challenging. The challenge? Seth Smith; Your typical heartless, no-good jock. Or is he?

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Watty Award winner for HQ Love. Curvy Evianna has it all - as the host of a number one talk show, she's adored by millions of Australian TV viewers, has a gorgeous co-star and cash to burn. But the plus-sized role model is desperately lonely, battling the body issues that keep her isolated while lusting hopelessly over the delectable man beside her on screen. Realising she can't experience love until she learns to make peace with herself, Evi decides she needs to make some big changes to her life, leaving her safe chair behind the desk and embracing a new adventure. She'll discover self-love, passion and a whole lot about herself as she explores what it really means to be beautiful on the inside.

Ever since photographer Lacy Maguire caught her ex playing Pin the Secretary to the Elevator Wall, she's been content with her dog Fabio, her three cats, and a vow of chastity. But all of that changes when the reindeer-antlered Fabio drags in a very desperate, on-the-run detective who decides to take refuge in her house -- a house filled with twinkling lights and a decorated tree. (Okay, so it's February, but she has a broken heart to mend, a Christmas-card shoot to do, and a six-times divorced, match-making mother to appease.) For the first time in a looooong while, Lacy reconsiders her vow. Because sexy Chase Kelly, wounded soul that he may be, would be an oh-so-delicious way of breaking her fast. Now, if she can just keep them both alive and him out of jail....

One post will change everything... Playful Bailey Grant and practical Megan Farrell are best friends... until Bailey starts ditching Megan for virtual quality time with a boy she meets online. Megan doesn't trust Ryder West and thinks Bailey's making a big mistake.

Emma receives an intensely personal email from a stranger by mistake, a woman she doesn’t know, and starts emailing back. What begins as nothing more than a sympathetic conversation suddenly turns to sex, and Emma and the stranger start talking, and flirting, and writing each other dirty emails, and Emma wonders how far she wants this to go. ----------------- Um, hi, and so again, yes, I’m talking in here. Sorry. So this is a bit of an idea, kind of a mix of normal story, and the emails two people send each other. It’s got a bit more organized now, so I can explain properly. I’m not quite sure where it’s going, but basically a mix of Emma and Alyssa’s sort-of affair, and Emma writing emails to Alyssa about how she feels. So the chapters that say “Emma” or “Emailing” are the email ones. Um, obviously. Emma also writes dirty stories to Alyssa, about how she imagines they might meet, and what they do. This seems to be turning into a thing too. So at the moment, those are chapters 8, 9, 11, 14 , 15, 16, 20, and 21. These are basically short stories on their own, so if you want to just look at those without all the rest, you can. So this because I wanted to do some first-person, but not completely, and also not just them sending each other their fantasies, because that seems impersonal. So sending that, but also other stuff too, so you see what else is going on for them, other than what they actually say to each other. And kind of assume there’s lots of smiley and xxxs and stuff all through the emails, because, yeah. But I decided it was easier to read this way, like just as words in a conversation, as if they’re talking with their voices. That’s also why it’s “she wrote” rather than trying to describe each email turning up one by one. So hopefully the emails don’t look too weirdly formal like this though. Um, :), !, and xxx, there you go. And thank you for looking. Just, so much! I’m so glad people want to! Yay!

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"Go out with me." "Why?" I asked skeptically. He shrugged. "You're bad, I'm bad; we're meant to be together." I raised my brow. "I though bad boys fell for good girls?" "Myth." "How about we test that theory?" I proposed with a smirk.