*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

Author of Silently Falling, Fight For Her, and Love, Anonymous ---- *told from the males POV* To be considered a player, you have to create your game. It must be played by your own rules and on your own terms. The most important part; you can't lose. His game was easy to play. Until she came along. -- REVIEWS: "I'm starting to fall in love with this already." -Queenofhellkatherine "I can see this girl is not like any other! Wow!" -LadyLove512 "I always love your books so much!" -margrietsstories "And let the games begin!! Sooo excited to embark on a new adventure with this book!" -santos_sofi "It's so nice to have a change! I was getting bored of those cliche Wattpad girls! ❤️" -olivia_rodgers "Joey is so badass and her confidence is off the charts! She's amazing." -rach_304

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.

Aquele em que diziam que Emily não é tão gata e gostosa como suas amigas populares. Copyright 2018 © trviaIove Todos os direitos reservados

Depois de perder o pai, tudo que Alyssa Marckley quer, é terminar seu último no colégio e então sair de Losery, a cidade pequena e esquecida, na qual nasceu e cresceu. Sem grandes interesses, além do melhor amigo e de seu trabalho em um Café, a vida de Alyssa é tão pacata quanto a própria cidade. No entanto, depois de esbarrar com o aluno novo, todas as ruas parecem levar a ele. E a cada encontro com ele os sentimentos, crenças e planos de Alyssa vão entrando em conflito. Enquanto Alyssa Marckley acreditava estar certa sobre os rumos de sua vida, o garoto parecia disposto a incendiar seus planos. "-Você pode até lutar contra o que sente, pode reprimir e usar cada gota do seu auto controle, mas em algum momento tudo isso vai explodir e te dominar, porque sentimentos não foram feitos para serem guardados, Alyssa!" "Eu lembro de corações costurados com barbantes." -Right Here, Lil Peep Iniciada em: 12/03/2018 Publicada em: 17/07/2019 Terminada em: XX/XX/2020 PLÁGIO É CRIME, CRIEM SUAS PRÓPRIAS HISTÓRIAS E EVITEM MINHA FÚRIA!

Meet Tracy Lawrence, a normal high school student who kept her distance away from the popular radar for her whole high school life. Everything was going fine until she babysat Katie, the sister of Eric Thomson. She didn't care about Eric at first anyway. Tracy finds herself being closer to the Thomson family, excluding Eric, but what happens when Eric comes into the picture? COVER MADE BY @dementors

Ana Montgomery, o que dizer sobre ela? Talvez que ela é rica, bonita, talentosa em quase tudo que faz? Além de um personalidade amável e paciente, ela até poderia ser a garota perfeita se não fosse por uma coisa, Ana é cega. Uau, e se falarmos um pouco sobre Alex? Alex Escarlate, vamos dizer que Alex tem problemas com raiva sempre no meio de uma briga, um ótimo musicista e escreve os mais bonitos poemas, além de ser um rapaz lindo de morrer. Agora, a pergunta final. Será que esses dois podem se apaixonar ? o amor é realmente cego mesmo? Apenas lendo você descobrirá. °°°•••°°°•••°°°•••°°°•••°°°•••°°° Plágio é crime História original Personagens de minha autoria

When Sheriff's daughter, Maisie, is about to lose her grandmother's bakery, she enlists the help of four delinquents who are seconds away from prison.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.