Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.

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.

"Whatever." "You're so fucking beautiful." "Oh, stop it with the cheesiness." "And blind, apparently", he pulls me against him by my waist. // All Rights Reserved © 2016 Dashaiya

Scarlett Everwood isn't necessarily your average 17-year-old girl, but she's managed to get by. After a year of pulling herself back together, she's finally able to go back to school, ready to put the past in the past and move on. With a past so dark moving on is just what she needs. She's the new girl in school, so you know what that means. But Scarlett doesn't want all the drama that comes along with it. She just wants to keep a low profile, and not draw unnecessary attention towards herself. One day not paying any attention to anyone else but herself, she bumps into the schools notorious Jace Walker. Jace is rude and careless, or so she was told. He's known for not having feelings for really anyone. Breaking girls hearts right and left. So when Scarlett finds his diary maybe reading a few pages wouldn't hurt. He deserves it right? But Scarlett is forced to reveal secrets of her own she swore she wouldn't. It was just a diary. But sadly Scarlett was wrong, a lot comes along with just a diary. Scarlett is forced into so much more drama than she ever hoped for. |Highest Rank: #23 In Teen Fiction|

Brooklee Micheals is a rich southern girl that grew up getting everything she wants, until her fathers friends have to move in and she has to deal with none othe then Asher Davidson, the schools bad boy. Now living under the same roof they have to tolerate each other snd even worse Brooklee has to deal with him while also battling her own attraction towards him. After some unnerving events Brooklee finds out some unthinkable secrets about Asher. Will this bring them together or push them apart even more? All Copyrights go to abbymead1398

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.

Mature audiences only please ❤️ " get in the car Ellie" Jax was pissed off. I had been acting like a child. As I walk in the pouring rain , arms crossed I ignored him. " fuck off jax" I yell at him as my tears mix with the rain that collided against my face. " I'm going to count to ten and if you aren't in the car by then I'm going to spank your ass red" he growls out at me. I bit my lip. I always loved it when he was so dominating over me , well , sometimes. " what don't you get Jax !? I'm tired of you controlling my life! I can't even have friends because of you! Leave. Me. Alone." As I continued walking down the side walk the car came to a stop and I heard the door slam. My arm was caught in his hand as he pulled me to face him. He caught my chin with his other hand as he stared me straight in the eyes. " I'm protecting what's mine" he growled at me , pressing his lips harshly against mine as I pushed him away. He had enough. He threw me over his shoulder , taking me to the car as I sulked. Loving Jax was thing hardest thing I would ever do , but it was oh so worth it. WARNING : very mature content. If you don't like vulgarity , smut and daddy kinks , this is not for you ;)

If you ever met Jezzabelle Lemana you'd think she was a nice, sweet, loving person with the perfect life. But some things are not what they seem. This 17 year old is trying her best to get out of her senior year of high school without having to remember the fact that she's being abused by her stepmother and father at home. She built a wall so high that no one can ever know about her or her past. But what happens when someone breaks it down? Emmet King is the leader of the most wanted gang in the streets of Detroit. He is heartless and forgot about love ever since what happened to him in the past. Everyone fears him with respect when he walks past. What happens when these two collide? And Emmet makes what he wants his?! The only thing I heard when he towers over me is the word 'mine' ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ranking: #18 Gangleader 11/14/22 Highest Ranking: #28 in Romance 12/25/17

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

" Look At Me When I Talk To You And Don't Stutter It Pisses Me Off."I Said Angrily Forcing Her To Look Up At Me. "Your Mine Remember That, Understand."I Mumbled Possessively Against Her Neck She Tensed Then Nodded, I Rest My Hand On Her Thigh, Making Her Gasped Suddenly, So Fucking Innocent I Let Out A Chuckle. "Answer Me When I Talk To You. Understood."I Dangerously Said, Stroking Her Thigh Back And Forth "Y-yes Un-derstood."She Replied Nervously I Warningly Growl And Put My Hand On Her Covered Pussy I immediately Knew She Was Turned On. She's SO Fucking Wet, I Can Feel The Dampness On Her Pants Making Her Gasp And Jump A Little Surprised. Meet Oliver Brad Kingston His Eighteen. Meet Charlotte Mary Keegan She's Seventeen. He's A Dangerous Feared Badboy, Bully. She A Kind Hearted, Scared By Spiders Good Girl And A Bully Victim. He Gets What Or Who He Wants When He Wants It. She Never Gets What She Wants. She Waits Like A Good Girl. He Wants Her And Only Her, And He Doesn't Care Who He Has To Hurt She's His. She Wants Him As Well And Only Him, She's Terrified By Him. He's Possessive And Dangerous Badboy And She's All His.