Teen Fiction
3 stories
I Call Her Blueberry by kimmyxad
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"If my lip wasn't a wreck. I would kiss you so intensely right now that our lips burnt and I wouldn't stop until your lips awoken in realization that my lips was the only lips you ever wanted to kiss for as long as time." He had said those words easily with confidence as a cheeky smirk refused to wipe from his face. His words had made my heart beat faster. I had never imagined what it would be like to kiss Stephan, but I was beginning to. Warning!! Do not read, side effects may cause weeping, shipping, anger outbursts, heart melting moments, you might feel the urge to wanna fight someone, and of course the biggest side effect of them all..love/hate feels for Stephan Ross Duke. PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT SO IT WILL CONTAIN GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SO FORTH AND SO ON ETC. *LANGUAGE* *STEPHAN & PAISLEY'S POINT OF VIEW* Completed July 16Th 2015
Wanting The Bad Boy. by wildhx3t_
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Ariana Smith is that girl, the smart, cute, helpful, honest down to earth, nerdy girl that everyone pretty much ignores and well, she's okay with that because in her description she's the girl who's awesome, crazy, eat a hamburger in your face with a dash of your normal American teenager, simply she the girl who girl you wanna be. NOT REALLY. But shes comfortable in her skin. and that's good enough. I don't do cliche, so lets see how crazy, eat a hamburger in your face, with a dash of your normal American teenager Ariana Smith, ends up Wanting The Badboy...Cole Rivers that is. The spin-off of this book is now AVAILABLE on my profile.
The Office Curve by bellenuit
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"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."