There are a lot of things teens hide from adults, giving the illusion of being a kid is burden-free. How about I tell you, well show you, how that's all a bunch of crap. High school drama can be forgotten but there are some things you can remember. Marielle, a curvy mixed-race girl, daughter to affluent parents has been fat-shamed for years since her twin best friends moved away. Hiding it all from her parents, senior year is here and things are going crazy. The twins are back and they don't plan to have a quiet last year of high school. Bringing along with them, they gain new friends with their own kind of drama, catapulting each decision to bring change to the town they all live in. **** A little bit of a fluffy romance for my readers. Ranked #2 in Bullying Awareness #2 in Interracial Love Updated: 24/01/2019

"WHO THE FUCK WAS HE, HUH!" He screamed at me. His anger was rolling off him in waves. "Goddamnit. ANSWER ME ROSE!" I just stood there for a moment until I realize something. "WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, YOUR NOT MY FATHER AND I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT ESPECIALLY AN EXPLANATION." I shouted back at him. My anger quickly turned into fear as he stalked towards me. My back it the wall as he trapping me from leaving. "You belong to me and only me. No one is allowed to touch you and your not allowed to touch anyone else." I looked at him with disbelief. Going around acting like I'm his slave. "I am not your property you do not own me. Like I said before we are not together so I can do whatever I want." I poked his chest with every word. ⚠️WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF TYPOS. (When this book is completely finish I will delete it so that I can fix all the grammar errors and publish it when I'm finished.)

It is said that "love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen." -Corinthians 13:7-10. This is the type of love that both George and Alama would be blessed with knowing. However, just like the bible the year 1950 in Alabama didn't include that love knows no color. With George being white and Alma being black this is a love that should have never occurred. Will this love be strong enough to bridge a gap-filling a divide of the nation or will they see that they are meant to be divided.

MATURE DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18 Dalia comes from a broken home, soft spoken and an academic, she's never been in the spot light. As a mystery student finally shows up to her high school 2 months into the school year, her whole world is shaken and she is dealt with her first love. Ashton is hiding a secret, his absence of two months has caused him to have mood swings, and hurt pretty much everyone around him. Letting Dalia in his life would be his biggest mistake, but temptation is proven to be hard to resist. Suspense and mystery combined with delinquent teen heartbreak, Dalia and Ashton's love story is only the beginning to an unexpected turn of events. Enjoy the first book in the series.

Book 1 What do you call a innocent girl who lives in the shadows of others and a boy who had a horrible temper and attitude that is keeping secrets from everyone? You call it a disaster waiting to happen. Zyria is the girl you don't see. She is always constantly in the shadows of other people especially her twin brother Zaire. She doesn't have many friends because most people were fake toward hers to get to her brother. She is a nobody. Knox is someone you don't want to mess with. He is always angry and seems to hate the world. He only had a small amount of friends and planned on keeping it that way. What can Zyria do when this angry yet handsome boy comes into her life causing her to rethink her morals and value?

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."