This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.

*****I started this book when I was sixteen, I'm now twenty-one and my writing style was too immature for me to continue without editing the previous chapters. Sadly, I don't have the time currently to edit it therefore the book is suspended until further notice.***** "I want one night, that's it, no strings attached," his dark blue eyes stared relentlessly into my own. "I'm not that type of guy, sweetheart." "And I'm not that type of girl, but I need this, please," I begged, not caring that I came across as desperate. His eyes softened at my plea. He ducked down and brushed his soft lips against mine. "No strings attached." Alex Harper is a seventeen year old high school student. She's shy, modest and a social outcast. Her parents are on the way to a divorce and her school life is a nightmare. She's constantly bullied for being the only virgin in her grade, a 'prude'. Until one day, after a messy confrontation in the school toilets, she decides enough is enough. She refuses to be bullied over something that can be fixed so easily, so she decides to go to the most highly anticipated frat party with the intentions of losing her virginity. Oliver McAlister is a nineteen year old college student. He's fun, outgoing and popular. His family is broken after a freak accident that killed his twin brother five years ago, but if anything, the accident taught him to live life to it's fullest. So when a beautiful brunette approaches him at a frat party, offering one night of no strings attached sex, he accepts. After all, you never know what's around the corner. PG-13 [[Cursing, Violence and Sexual Content]]

"Since the first day I met you I've wanted to do this so bad Holly". Just your average cliché wattpad story. Read at your own risk. You will encounter typical romance tropes and predictable plot twists but an overall good read. *smut warning*

This is basically a relatable diary. As a completely lost female at the confusing as shit age of 15, I will discuss everything from family issues, sexual assault, music, of course, and my attempt to figure out who the hell I am. I hope you might be able to find a connection and make a new friend. I struggle to be completely honest with, well, everyone. I even lie to my therapist a lot. OoOops. Anywho, the Wattpad community inspired me to write this because I feel like I have bonded with people more on this website, to a deeper level than in real life... and I am supposedly an extrovert and easy friend-maker! Anyways, my theory is a rant/ relatable post a day keeps the psychiatrists away. To give you a slight background of my "story", I have a shit father who ran away from his problems (apparently my mom brother and I are one of them), an attention hogger ( but also pretty decent human being) gay brother who apparently, according to my friends, is extremely hot , and a badass novelist mom that I'm pretty sure my friends like more than me. I have depression, anemia, vitamin D deficiency ( which both cause or heighten depression) I play soccer competitively, but feel I am never good at it. I secretly think I am an introvert who uses music, Wattpad, and abandoned parks to escape from my reality. PLeasE ComMeNT AlL yOu WAnt. enjoy:)

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

There's something about Jasper that pulls me in even as I want to escape. Maybe it's his piercing too-blue eyes that hide a lot of secrets. Or maybe it's his rock hard body that makes me forget that I am and should act like a princess. Whatever it is, I really should be careful. Because no matter how safe and protected he makes me feel, he is dangerous. And he is hiding something. And I really need to start being responsible. But then again... Where's the fun in that?

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

The one where a very drunk Alec text Stiles thinking it's Magnus. #TumblrPrompts Prompt Credit: shuck-you-lightworm (Tumblr) Stalec AU Edited Just for fun! ❤️

British business mogul Rikkard Ambrose has departed London to face his arch-rival in a deadly game of espionage and intrigue at the Royal Court of France, leaving his lady love behind to knit socks and twiddle her thumbs. Left behind alone? That is not something Lilly Linton is willing to put up with! Determined to show her boss who's boss, she embarks on her most dangerous adventure yet, armed with the most powerful weapon of all: love-and, just in case, her trusted revolver. The 5th volume of Robert Thier's award-winning Storm and Silence series.

[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]