"Anyways, without further ado, are you in or are you out." "Are you joking?" "It's left to you babe." "You're kidding." I affirm, throwing my hand up in the air with my eyes wide open. "No baby strictly business." Dario stretches out his hands for a shake, nudging me to take it with his eyes. "Perfect," he whispers. "Now babe I think I deserve a kiss don't I?" I rolled my eyes at him, turning away. "Well fine then, have it your way." he said picking out his iPhone. I quickly aimed to grab his phone but he successfully avoided my hands, which left me no choice but to pull his head lower to my length and then place a small kiss on his lips. For the love of God. "Tsk tsk tsk, you really shouldn't be pecking me." he smirks. Yo, I mean it's a dream kissing him but I was expecting something maybe more romantic, you know, sweet not a fucking blackmailing deal. I placed another kiss on his lips. "That still wasn't a kiss babe." He whispers. For all the times he had called me babe, had my heart skipping beats. "Have you always been this sick or just fucked in the brain." I am playing with fire. I might as well just get burnt. "Never had experience?, well I'd be more than glad to teach you." He pulled me closer, staring at my lips with him subconsciously licking him, he almost looked dazed. Dario places his left hand on my waist and right hand at the side of my face before slowly connecting his lips to mine. The way he kissed, soft , the way he moved, slow. His lips felt so good against mine. I kissed him back gracefully, with him licking my bottom lips for entrance in which I gave him full access to devour my mouth with his. He pulled me closer to him as my hands found their way to his hair with me running my hands through his black soft hair, wishing the moments never stopped but it did, prior to the loud angry cloud above us. It felt so good, I was going to cry. Dario get what he wants when he wants. Read on.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

Two perfect strangers + One subtle event + One unintentional phone call = One hell of a cliche ride. The only difference, this is a real story A real life cliche. Cover Credits: @MajesticLeaf

I can solemnly swear, that I am up to no good. • • • • • • • • • • • I got released from jail approximately six months ago, and I'm currently a happy bunny in this lovely home. This home now being my 13th home. I should consider calling it a hotel since I only stay at these so-called 'homes' for a short period of time, before I'm kicked straight back to foster care. Luckily, I only have a few hours until I can finally leave to university. My current foster family have actually given me the money to get an apartment. I will obviously have roommates, but that won't be a problem because they'll probably hit the highway once they hear about my background. "Jordyn, I hope you've packed everything you need, we have to leave soon." Karen called from downstairs, causing me to roll my eyes. "I don't give two shits!" I yelled back, resting my arms under my head. Wow, no answ- "Don't swear please, Jordyn!" She yelled back, probably stressing about something pretty useless downstairs. And there it came. Karen's my foster mother. She is currently married to Simon the Engineer. They suite each other quite well, not that I'd know much about relationships. She has a 4 year old son, whom is the only person I've actually loved in my life. Now you're probably expecting a back story right? Well, I cannot provide you with it because I do not know where I've come from. The one thing I know about myself is I was put in foster care when I was merely 6 years old, I have blonde hair and strikingly blue eyes. I've been in foster care on and off for about eleven years now. Lucky me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, becoming inevitably bored of simply staring at the bland white ceiling. I tapped my foot against the floor absentmindedly, drumming my long, pale fingers against my thigh. • • • • • • • • • And it is here, my story begins. ------ Highest rank: #55 in badpasts

[Completed] [EDITED] *REALLY MATURE THEME* *MIGHT TRIGGER SOME* Jaxon Hunt. Gangster. Fighter. Player. Drug dealer. Jordan Johnson. Starting college. Sweet, sometimes. Smart mouth. Makes friends everyday without trying. And keeps Jaxon coming back for her. She makes him want to have her by his side the whole time and gets very possessive of her. •••••••••• "I can easily kill you. You don't know my life and you don't know what I live for. And you don't know what I do. So I can easily kill you with this." Then out of the blue he pulled out a gun. A fuckin gun. My eyes grew huge and held the knife tighter. "Get out." I hissed. He smirked then place the gun next to my head. "Now why would I want to leave?" "Because it's my house and I'm kicking you out." Then I placed the knife on his stomach. He looked down and then looked back at me. His smirk grew bigger. "Want to play that game?"... *highest rank so far- number 3 (08-23-17)* *needs tissues and torches later on* *Mature theme* *Cussing*

When Franny learns why former popular boy Tyler fell from grace, she gets thrown head-first into his dangerous world but also closer to his timid heart. ***** Eighteen-year-old Tyler Madden used to have everything. He was captain of the football team, popular, high achiever, and was set to have a successful career. But when a secret too hard to handle comes to light, he turns to underground fighting to deal with the pain. Now, he's in too deep. And when Francesca Howard befriends him at school in the hopes of figuring out what went wrong, she unknowingly gets pulled into the criminal world he's now stuck in. As the two find comfort in each other, they find themselves faced with their impending future and trying to get Tyler out alive. Content/Trigger Warning: this story contains scenes pertaining to drug use, substance abuse, and violence. [#1 in teen fiction, romance and action]

The good girl falls for the bad boy. But what if there is more to Sin Carter than a bad attitude, tattoos and piercings? And what if there is more to Taylor Price than the fact she has always followed the rules and done what she was told? Their pasts haunt them. Sin is trying to break free from his dark past while Taylor lives each day trying to forget about the horrors that marred her childhood. When they meet, their physical attraction is undeniable. One night is not enough for either of them.