(Must Date the Playboy Book 2) Tori tried her best to move on from the playboy who broke her heart. But just as she thought she was finally okay, Zach unexpectedly came back to mess her up. In order to stop her feelings from resurfacing-and to save herself from hurting-she decided to hate the playboy. But is hating the playboy the key to her happiness? Or will it just cause another heartbreak? *** When Victoria 'Tori' Peige dated the playboy Zachary 'Zach' Anderson based on lies, they sure have paid the price. After being left heartbroken by him eight months ago, she is finally ready to move on. Just as she gives James a chance, Zach comes back and messes up her life again. Will Tori choose to be brave and be honest with her own feelings? Or will she continue hating the playboy even if her heart tells her otherwise? Cover Designed By Lydia Carr

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡" 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐀𝐑𝐈4𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ™

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

-chem·is·try noun 2. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people -Heart·less adjective displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration -Pain noun physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. How can a heartless man raised in the streets feel for this girl? The one who is broken to pieces like a vase smashed to the floor. The one who is scared of every man. How can this girl who been through the rain so long trust this man? The one who's name holds weight in the streets, so much that it never has to be said. How? Thats the question. Well, its called Chemistry, thats how.

[COMPLETED] Having just grotesquely lost her mother to a fate of torn flesh and dangling intestines, seventh-year Hogwarts alumni Aspen Lee was left shattered and broken: a Pandora's Box for morbidity, rather than customary teenage spitfire. Her life grew stagnant and her stability was perpetually distorted. Her relationships tainted with sickness and death, remnants of what her mother obstinately left behind. She avoided doltish behavior and lived perpendicular to the 1970s era of frivolous disobedience and instability. Her attempts to stay separate only appeared to attract the most perculiar of sorts. Her life's next drastic turn of events occured in the aftermath of an idiotic stunt perpetuated by the notorious Marauders. Sirius Black, in particular, was a boy on the run. On that run, he ran directly into a particular girl with colorful wristbands and a tear-stained porcelain face. Ergo, both teens divulged into a whole new world of chaos and picturesque exploits that would leave them forever yearning for a shared place in this new complex relationship with life. [Best Ranking: No. 2 in #Siriusblack] [Sirius Black Fan Fiction - Marauders Era] [© Dylanoaddicted]

After an incident three months ago and her parent's divorce, Reina Caverly finds a way to cope: cutting herself. Her mother's a workaholic, her sister is an out of control teenage girl, and her dad disappeared from the face of the planet. She can't even tell her two best friends, Joshua and Megan, about her problems. Then she meets young and mysterious Calvin Young about to commit suicide by jumping from her school's rooftop which surprised Reina. He's rich; he's handsome for his age, and does well at school, so why? Why would someone who has everything want to kill himself? Everyone has a dark secret, even Calvin who seems to have the world. Can Reina and Calvin learn to speak up about their issues? Can they find their reasons to live? ______ "One day you'll leave me. You don't want a girl with a rape story," I said as I desperately tried to stop my sobs and hiccups. "You deserve someone who is prettier and more stable then me." "Mon ange ," he whispered to me lightly as he held my tear-stained face. I looked at him and my breath shortened as I met his intense look. "I don't want anyone else," he said, "because I just want you." ______ WARNING: Story contains rape, self-harm, and suicidal ideation.

Tiana Collin's life is horrible and she knows this. With an abusive father and a druggie for a mother and with absolutely no friends at school, she didn't think her life meant much. So she decided to end it. But before she ended her life, she wants to feel loved. To feel cared for. To feel. So she decides to date one of the most popular boys in school, Tyson Bent, who she knows has a bet with his best friend. A bet to get her to sleep with him. She knows he doesn't really care about her. But sometimes it's nice to pretend. After all, she's only supposed to be with him for a week. After that... well after that she's not even going to be alive. Tyson had it all, the popularity, the looks, the money, everything. And he never missed a chance to flaunt his supposed perfection. Another thing about him is that he never backs down from a dare. So when his best friend dares him to sleep with a girl named Tiana, how can he refuse? But when he reads her diary, he has another mission. A mission completely different from the dare. A mission far more important than a dare. An added bonus being the chance to finally find out who he is and not who everyone else wishes for him to be. A chance to grow into the person he could be. TW// suicide, suicidal ideation, self harm, abuse, mention of drug addiction

She was floating around under water. Suffocating and slowly dying, the blue of the water causing her to not see anything. Tears covered her eyes, leaking out and flowing down her face like a stream. Suddenly she can see a bright light, and a hand was reached out towards her. She slowly reached up taking his hand. He pulled her out into the light. Her darkskin glowing and shining. With one more pull she was out the water, sensing everything around her. Finally seeing everything around her. She can finally BREATHE.