TEACH SERIES #2: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 As children, Daryl Ajax Yoshida and Grenade Lionel came up with a game. Many years later, they grow apart as their lives take different directions. It seems like the young friends are riding on two parallel waves that never quite manage to cross. But fate play its game to give them one last chance to reunite. Grenade became his sons tutor, that is when things are heating up between them. Their relationship is deeper than simple friendship. Will they realize that even when they grew older, their game didn't stop? ______________ Genre: Adult Romance Started: July 28 2020 Ended: August 27 2020 Posted: Feb 25 2021 NOTE: • This is first draft/rough story. • I don't own the photo used for the cover.

[PUBLISHED UNDER PSICOM] Wala nang mahihiling pa sa buhay si Seph. May disenteng trabaho sa isang sikat na ospital, may masaya at kompletong pamilya, at higit sa lahat ay may nobyong doktor. Ngunit magbabago ang lahat sa pagkatuklas niya sa pangangaliwa ng kanyang kasintahan. Sa pag-aakalang maiibsan ng alak ang sakit na nararamdaman, isang gabi ay maiisipan niyang magpakalango sa alak sa isang bahay-inuman. Sa isang gabi ng panandaliang pagtakas sa problema, magigising siyang katabi ang lalaking may asul na mga mata sa iisang kama. At dahil likas na mapaglaro ang kapalaran, matutuklasan niya na ang lalaking iyon ay isa sa kanyang mga pasyente sa ospital na pinapasukan. Sa unti-unting pagkabunyag ng lahat ukol sa pasyenteng nakasalo niya sa iisang gabi, mabubunyag din kay Seph ang katotohanan ukol sa kanyang tunay na sarili. Ano nga ba ang mga lihim na nakatago sa likod ng malamig na alak at mainit na gabi? Highest Rank Achieved : #1 in General Fiction Jan 20 2019 ______________________________ Started: June 12, 2018 Ended: October 29, 2018 Revised: 2021

TEACH SERIES #1: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐫 Sascha begins her college year as an average education student. Not until Mr. De Vega comes in the scene, her new Professor. As she and Mr. De Vega grow closer, she realizes something. She finds it harder to stay away from him in school. Keeping their relationship, a secret suddenly becomes ten times harder. What will happen if they find out their secret? Would she risk it all just to be with him? Sometimes love is hard to fight, especially if you are not sure if it's real love. ___________________________ Genre: Adult Romance Started: Dec. 20 2019 Finished: Jan. 31 2020 NOTE: • This is first draft/rough story. • I don't own the photo used for the cover.

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

Sheila Donovan is a smart mouthed class clown who has transferred to Shermer, ending up in detention with five individuals from different cliques. After developing friendships and romance, she finds a sense of belonging. Rankings #1 for #bratpack #1 for #thebrain #1 for #brianjohnson #1 for #class clown #2 for #saturday #2 for #tbc #2 for #andrewclark #3 for #breakfastclub #3 for #andrewclark #3 for #saturday #4 for #lossofvirginity #5 for Mature rating for sex, strong language, drug use and underage drinking. Based on the movie and game app, Series: Your Universe. I would personally like to thank @StyleFangirl34 and a select few for being an inspiration and role playing. All credits, characters, works and story lines belong to the creators of the Breakfast Club. I only own Sheila.

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Jasper's voice was like waiting for rain during a drought. You got excited when the clouds went grey, hoping the sky would open and quench your thirst. Even a cool breeze felt like a tease. Every time Jasper opened his mouth it was the same one single drop from a leaking faucet. Yet it was never enough. He was mine. My dear deaf boy. I know you see me. I know you can see me call for your attention. I know you can feel my heart pound and my hands shake when I come near. You don't have to be able to hear to understand these three words. I love you. Do you hear me now?