#1 in Romance, 23rd May 2020 "Precious, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you're never going on that date." And before I could process anything, his lips were on mine and everything else faded away. .......... He's the calm to her storms. She's his anchor of stability in this world of chaos. When Sydney arrives at her dream college after a reclusive high school year, she has no intention of carrying the past with her. Enter Noah Parker. The playboy incarnate with looks to match. Sydney Lewis. Noah Parker. Sassy girl meets egoistic jerk. Who hasn't heard the story before? But this time, there is a twist. A secret lies in Sydney's past. Buried and waiting. With an increasing curve of chance encounters with the college playboy and seemingly aligned fates, her past threatens to obliterate her future. But there is a bigger problem waiting for Sydney: she's falling for Noah. Hard. She knows what it means to go for the win, but getting love means spilling her secrets. Can Sydney pay the price?

A BAD BOY STOLE MY BRA is published and no longer available on Wattpad. It is available in multiple languages, including English, French, German, Italian and Indonesian as paperback and e-book internationally. It is also available as an adaptation on the app Episode - 'It Started With a Bra.' This copy has the first 3 chapters ONLY. SPIN OFF SEQUEL (Same characters): The Anti Delinquent System is fully available on Wattpad! It follows Chase's love story, with large amounts of Riley, Alec, Joe, Violet and Dylan! Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie. You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that's when you see it. Your new neighbour, clambering halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE BRA. What do you do? Well, you scream obviously. Then what? Why, you get revenge of course. Romance #1 Humour #3 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover and Official Trailer made by @moonxriver

I have a story to tell, Secrets to share. Come along in this journey of mine, To find out just a little bit more. Yours truly, ~herwordsoffantasy

oblivion əˈblɪvɪən/Submit noun 1. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Kayla Andrews was lost. Since when did hot, popular, gang-friendly boys get an interest for normal, average looking, meh-popular girls? Has the world gone fucked? Her parents decided to leave Kayla all alone in the gang-popular, Xavier Caleb's house, mid-term, to rekindle their romance and attend their stupid high school reunion party. The scary, mysterious and undeniably drool-worthy Xavier. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I think I make you nervous, Kay." He edged closer, so close that I was sure he'd comment on my heartbeat pumping as loud as a heavy bass and the strong blush rising to my cheeks. "Before I make you incapable of ever having kids again, please kindly move the fuck away from me." I don't know how I managed to say it, but I did. And oh my Lord, did I regret it. "So your saying you don't want to have kids at all?" It took me a few seconds to register what he said. Actually, all my mind could function was 'he did not just say that to me.' "Are you fucked in the head? Have you forgotten to take your special medicine again?" My voice broke a bit, and I cursed myself for even letting him have that affect on me. What is going on with me? "Kayla Andrews, admit it." He edged closer, and the butterflies in my stomach which I thought had died a long time ago from Dylan seemed to flutter their wings again, fluttering their tattered wings in and out through the cracks of my ribs. Oh boy, what is happening to me? He carried on, a slight smile playing on his lips now. "The weak knees, the heavy breathing, the blushing. You thought the bad boy would fall for the good girl." He smirked. "In your wildest dreams, babe. Only in your wildest dreams." And he walked off, leaving me shook to the core and the butterflies died out, yet again. What. Just. Happened?

"Everyone has a story. Everyone has a reason they are where they are; everyone is haunted by memories they long to forget. This is my story. This is who I'm haunted by. This, this is who I have been trying to forget for 21 years." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Mia." I looked up at him as he called my name, his dark eyes laced with anger, boredom. "River?" I said, in a questioning voice. "You kill, or you get killed." He threw the gun at me, and I caught it. "I couldn't care less. Kill him. Now." And me, the lovesick puppy, heard her orders, and I obeyed. I looked the man in the eyes, his pleading eyes, and I looked at River, who had now lit a cigarette and had brushed the whole situation off, as if we were merely discussing our opinions on a sports game. The lovesick puppy looked at her love, and then the lovesick puppy pulled the trigger. The puppy smiled. River was happy.