The 1970's, the year you and Roger Taylor, yes him. Became best friends. Why? You never knew. Roger was quite the ladies man, but why he didn't want you was bugging you all this time. But, you were happy enough to be best friends with Roger and Queen themselves. Plus, less heart break. Right? Starting date: January 13, 2019. Ending date: April 6, 2019.

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

When Rory Vincent's protective older brother moves away to college her senior year, she decides that she is going to live life. She wants to date. She wants to party. She wants to lose her virginity. Just as she's finally making her way into the normal teenage girl scene, another obstacle is thrown her way. Sin Westbrook. Sin is mean and quiet and violent. And despite looking like a god, he has no friends at school. Rory hasn't said a single word to him in the five years since he moved next door to her. So why is he all of a sudden obsessed with her?

Summer Write is a seventeen year old girl trying to keep her head down, life is blur when it comes to her, Carter the bully, the bad boy of the school bullies her with no explanation they were best friends but it stopped soon as he became popular. He became the Bad Boy of the school and she became - The Nerd - Loser - Nobody - Loner - One day it became so bad for her, so she snapped and took matters In her own cold blooded hands @xxoluomzxx Thanks for the book cover I so love it.

REWRITING IN PROGRESS: Plans to be partially rewritten (it's too cheesy and cliche even for me....the author) Keeping the original copy up here so don't worry, though I will REPLACE this current copy with the new one when I'm done. ------ Throughout my entire childhood Logan Greenwood fascinated me. Even though only a handful of words were exchanged between us over the years, everyday I'd search the crowded hallways for him. A freak snowstorm on our senior trip lands us in a remote cabin all alone. Together, we are forced to acknowledge the attraction that pulls us together. And after nothing is going to be the same. -------------------------- VERY MATURE CONTENT. GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is a standalone novella in a standalone series. You don't have to read the others to read this baby.

Carla Wilson is a 17 year old girl. She has a pretty average life until...one night her mom has to go away on a trip A new babysitter is coming to watch over Carla and Carla's younger brother Johnny. Well, when he gets there Carla falls for him Time passes by and then she realizes he may not be the sweet caring guy he claimed to be

"You're a freak" his girlfriend said. "And soo ugly. I bet you no guy would ever look twice at that dried up face of yours" he laughed with his friends. 'Then why do you?' she thought but didn't say. "Why don't you just die! " To this she smirked and looked up in his eyes from the ground. "If I did, you would be the ones to miss me the most". Does it really matters what others think about you? Is your life really made up of the words they speak or are you the architect of your own life? Words hurt more than a dagger in the heart. They mattered to her too. She cried every night but didn't say a word. Mostly because she didn't know what to say or maybe because she was afraid she might turn into them.

"She's my mate!" Zane yelled causing both the man and I to widen our eyes. Mate? Is Zane Australian? "No. That's not possible. She's-" Zane cut him off with a blow to the jaw. "Get out before I throw you out of the pack." I took a step back from the boys and shifted uncomfortably. "Pack? Look I don't know what kind of cult thing you guys are involved with but I just want to go back to my old life." The man laughed. "Babe, your old life doesn't exist anymore." "Don't call her that," Zane growled and pushed him out the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down, holding my head in my hands. "Hey," Zane sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder, sending bolts of electricity through my body. I quickly stood up and looked at Zane. "What was that?" Zane smiled and shrugged. • • • Devina Stavros, believe it or not, never hated her life. She didn't despise the name calling and occasional pushes and shoves. She didn't mind the constant absence of her mother or the fact that the only living being who cared for her was her goldfish, Mr. Freddles. She learned to accept her life. She knew the things people at school and her mother pounded into her head were true. She was just a little nerd. But after a mysterious animal attack at her high school, everything changes and nothing makes sense anymore. The things she's read about in childhood fairy tales and seen on television are all true. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Everything.

Elias King has taken the firsts of everything of mine. He's taken my confidence, my security, and now he's going to take my virginity...and I'll enjoy every minute of it.