"When I tell you that he hates me, you'll probably assume it's because he's a jerk...but you'd be wrong. He's not a jerk. I am." --- Several years ago tragedy struck Emma's home, leaving her broken... like a cup with cracks spiraling and slithering around the edges. Slowly, bitterness crept in like tar, hardening between each fracture to resemble a deceitful wholeness. She became a monster, and targeted her venom on the sweetest person she could find: Trinity Nixon. Too bad the boy Emma longed for was Trinity's brother. Now, as Emma fights to win the heart of the boy who despises her, she's forced to hide her demons. She paints her fragile cup in pinks, yellows, and oranges - all the colors of the sun. She paints on a smile, and an unusual sense of humor, so that the world will view her as bright and cheerful, when in reality she's breaking. But she's completely unprepared for the acidic truth that melts away the tar, demolishing her shell, and awakening the Emma White buried deep inside. --- Book 1 in The Dismantled Pride series *Story was previously titled "Faking It"

Twenty teens. Abducted. To play a game of man hunt.

Renata Santos doesn't expect her heart to flutter when she catches a boy stealing flowers out of her backyard. But as she unravels his reputation, she realizes puppy-eyed delinquent Isaac Marshall may just be the sunshine she needs to turn her life around. 〚 a wattpad featured story 〛

Howl at the moon, scream at the stars, say hi to the sun, sure ― promise me one thing, though, that you won't get lost. It's a big world out there, little boy, and you're not ready to face it just quite yet. #486 chicklit 2/23

Kai is a broken soul. No one cares about him; he can't even find it in him to care about himself. As Kai begins his ultimate downwards spiral, ready to end it all, a man by the name of Jace comes into his life and slowly but surely, restores his faith in love and in himself. *Trigger Warning* -Mentions: Depression, Eating disorders, suicide, child abuse, bullying, drugs and alcohol abuse © Copyright 2014 All work is property of Llamas-and-whiskers, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal.

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying