BOOK 1 in the Drowning/Bully Standalone Series. WARNING: This book contains intense bullying, explicit scenes, triggering language, violence, and psychological content. I told Caden to cancel his stupid party. He told me, with that infuriating smirk, "Why? Planning to be my snack tonight?" Caden has made my life hell for four years, ever since our parents got married. He's gorgeous, arrogant, and the kind of boy Stanford girls trip over themselves for. Me? I'm the only one who sees right through him. He's a blatant bully, the devil who turned me into a surreptitious one. And now we're stuck sharing the same off-campus apartment for our entire freshman year. Living together means new rules, no boundaries... and a tension I never expected. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to remember why we ever hated each other in the first place- and nothing threatens our pride more than that. *** Step into an adventure of passion, forgiveness, and second chances. This is Caden and Madison's story.

[#1 Teen Fiction | #1 in Romance] Bad boy Luke Dawson is stuck living with clumsy nobody Millie Ripley for the summer. When she ran over his most prized possession, her world changed. She had to pay him back for every dime of damages, and the favors he called in weren't just about money. She had to pay him back, and everyone knows how payback is a... This is a love story. Hot boys like Luke Dawson never pay attention to nobodies like Millie. But here they were, two kids from opposite ends of the chain, set to turn the whole hierarchy upside down. Because no one can stop attraction. When opposite attract, the spontaneous reaction can be a combustion or a downright explosion. With Luke, my money's on the explosion. We're talking public humiliation, roller-coaster emotions, drama among cliques, prissy sisters, crazy mothers and a whole lot of hotness from resident bad boy and neighbor, Luke Dawson. And FYI, (c) copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved. Stay chill, N

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

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"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?

What happens when a vampire falls in love with a human? Niall Horan finds himself falling in love with Charlie Grief, going against his master. Contains sexual content and violence.