Highest Rank: #1 in Action #58 in Teen Fiction #225 in Romance ========================================================================= Cathrine Blackwood is the outcast at school. Hated by everyone she knows with the exception of her best friend. Her double life Black Widow attacks underground fighting. Caleb Grant is the mysterious Bad Boy. He comes out of nowhere and immediately takes an interest in Cat. Determined to befriend her and find out who she really is, Caleb discovers that he will get more than he asked. Will Cathrine be able to accept another guy into her heart? Will she open up and get over her past? Will Caleb be the one to open her up? &--------------=====================================================--------------& FIRST BOOK! PLEASE IGNORE THE CLICHES, GRAMMAR PROBLEMS, SPELLING ERRORS, ETC!! COMMENT AND VOTE!! <3

[BOOK I COMPLETED] I'm Sam Matthews, 16-years-old as of now. Well my shitty story is that I am a girl, not a guy. In this fucked up world every human soul mistakes my name as "boy-like." Which REALLY doesn't make any sense. Maybe it's just me, though... I'm not girly, I hate acting and behaving like one, or dressing like one. I am apart of the Matthews family, one of the richest and successful families out there (not really.) I am the youngest of this trash of a family, or known as the disappointment or the mistake. I have two older, prettier (I guess), and much more successful sisters. They make me look bad in front of almost everyone. I don't ever get spoiled, just because I'm rich doesn't mean I get treated right from anyone in this household. Yeah I got no talents or skills and hardly any smarts, but hey I'm still me. Does that count? My parents are the worst, they wanted a boy so they went for a "boy-like" name. They treat me like shit, they looked past me, beat me, and never bothered to get to know me. They basically made me into the person I am today. A cold-hearted bitch, with surprises up her sleeve. I got a cool-ass butler, the only person I saw as family. He's the best. The past years were the worst, what happened to me is something I can't forget. Not until I do something about it... But the fun doesn't end there! I'm going to a new school. Due to recent circumstances, this all boys school just accepted me! Haha, PERFECT. They literally thought I was a guy, so they accepted me. Then my dumbass parents were like, "Oh yeah Sam's a girl." This is the last school that accepted me, they offered a HUGE paycheck to let me in (the only somewhat nice thing they did for me for the first time.) They even bought out the name... Another HELL I was SO looking forward to. • • • | Mature Content : Foul Language | This is a Dark Romance, Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Hollie has been a bad girl ever since she was little girl. She used to make fun of other kids, push them around, cause trouble and make her parents go insane. Levi has been a good guy all his life. He always had perfect grades, never did anything bad and respected his parents like every kid should. When Hollie has trouble with her family, she crashes at Levi's for a few days, hoping her parents would just calm down and she could go home. But everyone knows that opposites attract and when Levi and Hollie spend the night together, they find themselves unable to leave each others' company. © Copyright 2015 Charlie Jones. All Rights Reserved.

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan