"When Lyla Carter comes home to find that her mother has committed suicide, she's forced to live with her father who she's conveniently avoided since he left them seven years ago. Lyla does her best to keep everyone at arms length until she meets Mase Dean: the boy who strums his way into her heart, one chord at a time." ♡♡♡ (((If you, or anyone you know, is having suicidal thoughts, please GET HELP. No matter how bad things may seem, I promise it gets better. So talk to someone about it. You can even talk to a complete stranger through the Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255. Let someone help you want to live again.))) :]

When rumors of evil creatures and monsters spread through Nadia's small village, she never thought she would have to come face to face with them. As her father's death at the hands of these monsters make Nadia an orphan, she is chosen to be bound in the woods as an offering to these cold hearted beasts. What happens when one of these beasts takes an interest in Nadia? Can she love him or just see him as a monster. Join Nadia as she is sacrificed, found, possibly finds love in this monster, and is plunged into a world she never knew existed. A werewolf romance

Breanne Shayler is you average tough, bad ass chick. She get's in a lot of trouble when she is caught almost slitting a guys neck. Bree get's shipped to a boarding school. Here the catch: She's the only girl to get sent there. Living, going to school with, and just being around over 300 boys can only be a load of trouble right? Right. Enjoy :)

I lay there.. thinking. What if I didn't agree to go with Chris to that party? What if I never got drunk? I wouldn't have ever felt his warm lips on mine. His hands in my hair. His lips speaking words of comfort in my ears. I lied when I said I never wanted to have a boyfriend. I lied when I said I never wanted to love him. Too many lies.. The question was.. what will happen in the end? Will I lay here.. in fatal position, crying my heart out? Or what? I silently prayed to whatever was out there.. to never let anything happen to him.. never. Let him be. Let him stand next to me, our hands intertwined. Oh, how I longed to tell him just one final time that I loved him. One final time.. to feel his hands caressing my cheek. But for now, all I can do is hope. - Isis Fox, Hug An Emo. They'll Love You For it by Rosalie_oqbi.