Kessa has long brown wavy straight hair and big blue eyes lots of freckles and is very short for a 17 year old she's like 5.2. Her mum died when she was 11 from a car crash and she has no other siblings. She lives with her dad in Alberta and is now moving to Sydney, Australia. Will things happen there that are totally unexpcted?! Will she find love? Keep reading and find out! <I fricked up on the picture>

I suddenly felt Ashton’s body warmth behind me, his arms wrapped me holding me tight and close to him even if I did try to struggle, there was no use. He slowly raised his hand and a grabbed my right breast. I chocked on my water as I swallowed it. “Get your hands off me!” I demanded. He didn’t even listen, I placed my cup in the sink and I turned to him. He was holding me closer than ever. “I like it when you are feisty.” He smirked at me “maybe I should do this more often.” He then pressed his lips against mine but I pulled back. “You have zero chance with me, I hope you know that” I said quietly. He then let go of me and backed off a bit.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

"7:15, that's our time."

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.

Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.