They're worlds apart, and this isn't high school, so how the hell did a homeless female writer end up renting a billionaire's mansion? And - hold your breath - becoming his fake girlfriend? ➳ full blurb inside ➳ first reached #1 in humor on july 6, 2015 ➳ first reached #1 in business on august 29, 2023 ➳ winner of best humor book in the fiction awards 2016 ➳ featured by cadbury (marvellous creations) and secret lives of the americans (pivot) P.S. This is a SATIRICAL BILDUNGSROMAN. Proceed with caution. (cover by @glueeater)

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

They were never supposed to fall in love. In fact, they were probably never even supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it brings you someone who unexpectedly turns your world upside down. For Ella, it all began on the last day of summer, in a small bakery on the edge of town. With three teenage boys, a plastic knife and a rocketship birthday cake. lol I'm not dead guys

Join Chase and Carli in their quirky journey towards discovering themselves and each other.

Kimberly Taylor was a quiet, shy girl with no friends growing up, until Kindergarten when Asher Knight changed that. It's now been eleven years since they've become best friends, and they both have come a long way. Asher Knight has become one of Jefferson High's players and all-star jock. Popular, good looking, funny, and an expert kiss ass. Kimberly Taylor is an intelligent and hard working girl, opposite of Asher's popular status. With average looks to cover her extreme case of nerd. With the two being such close friend, will the cost of being best friends with Asher be her love life? Will Asher lose over a decade of friendship to Spencer Grey? Will Kimmy stand up and finally tell Asher the truth? It's a tough yet fun ride being Best Friends with the Player.

"All great and precious things are lonely" || Dylan O'brien A.U

"Je to tvůj bratr, i když nevlastní a pekelně sexy, ale pořád je to tvůj BRATR!"

I, Lois Mai Reynolds, am all kinds of clumsy. I fall over flat surfaces. I drop expensive vases, and miraculously find ways to trip over thin air. Not a day has passed by when I'm not wearing a Band-Aid for some kind of accident that I've endured, and it's stooped to the level now that my parents call me King Kong and joke about having warning signs and safety tape around my bedroom door. Once upon a time, I used to think of that as a laughing matter, but not anymore. Not since I almost killed my crush's mom. Suddenly, being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn't actually seem that crazy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #11 Romance

Harry is a regular school boy in high school. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't have any friends, he has no one. He sits by himself and draws in his text books. He always listens to music. He always reads in the library at break time. During his recess break, he finds a number written on the shelves from another person, he wrote it down in his book and erased the number off the shelf. When he gets to his apartment, Harry inputs the number in his contacts and thats the only number on there. No one knows his got the number and this person doesn't either. But what happens when he sends a text? He doesn't know the gender of this person and neither does the stranger. What happens when they keep texting each other?

"This morning I saw a lady stepping on a puddle of water, it reminded me of you." Copyright © daezilly, 2014 All Rights Reserved.