The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. You either start as strangers, stay as strangers or leave as strangers. [i first wrote this when i was 15 and edited it at 18 to be mildly less cringey. cut me some slack. enjoy the ride] © 2018 by jules.

They're worlds apart, and this isn't high school, so how the hell did a homeless female writer end up renting a billionaire's mansion? And - hold your breath - becoming his fake girlfriend? ➳ full blurb inside ➳ first reached #1 in humor on july 6, 2015 ➳ first reached #1 in business on august 29, 2023 ➳ winner of best humor book in the fiction awards 2016 ➳ featured by cadbury (marvellous creations) and secret lives of the americans (pivot) P.S. This is a SATIRICAL BILDUNGSROMAN. Proceed with caution. (cover by @glueeater)

A deranged man who likes to call himself the Director kidnaps a teenage boy and girl to be his actors. He expects them to perform the six acts of his play without messing up once, or else harrowing pain awaits them. 🥇1st place / The Cosmic Awards 🥉3rd place / The Monthly Gemstone Awards © 2019 Anyone187 Copyright; all rights reserved

A billion-dollar clone, bought and raised as an extremely dangerous weapon, strikes out against those who manufacture and harvest clones for spare parts. ***** Duplicates are used for one thing: spare parts. Kept in Emulation Facilities, brain-dead and hooked to machines, duplicates never open their eyes. As a transplant nurse, Evette Ashford knows this better than anyone -- until a living, breathing duplicate shatters her life. Merely knowing he exists drags Evette into a deep, dark world of manipulation, danger, and control. Evette knows he just wants to find himself, but the corporation that created him are furious he's broken their control. So Evette must decide who to trust: the monster who forced her into this chaos or the monster who created him. [[IC Universe People's Choice]] [[1st Place, Writers' Olympics Dystopian Award]] [[1st Place, Oscar Sci-fi Award]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story is rated PG-13 for violence, language, and sexual content. This story will become free on January 31st!

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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

21-year-old Anastasia Reilly. A woman who just wants to get away from home and live the life she's always wanted to live. 22-year-old Travis Coleman. A frightful, tattooed, well-known, secret billionaire man who fights men for money. There's many sides of Travis Coleman, but will Anastasia meet them all or will it be too much for her to handle because of her past? A possessive bad boy who has his eyes set on an innocent young woman. Does Travis change Anastasia? Does Anastasia change Travis? ©️All Rights Reserved MATURE SCENES AS BOOK GOES ON #1 TheWattys2019 <- THE WATTYS!!!!! Omg! #4 Anastasia #5 HopelessRomantic #6 Eyes #9 GoodGirl #11 Fighter #15 Travis #16 Protective #17 Perfect Started - March 24, 2019 ________________________________________________ As I was about to walk into my class, his eyes met mine. They were more blue than I remembered, blue eyes are ice cold, or so that's what I thought. I didn't think they were warm. But, since I met him I've realized now, that blazing fires burn blue. His smile is captivating, engaging, and irresistible. As he was walking towards me, I felt my cheeks burning up and my hands became clammy. We never looked away from each other, eyes locked. His voice. It was like whiskey. Smooth with a slow burn that lit me up from the inside. He walked towards me in a fast pace and puts his hands on both sides of my face. He looked into my eyes and crashed his lips to mine. The world stopped for a brief amount of time. I felt alive again. The anticipation of his lips on mine. Intensity. Magnetic. Fire. Everlasting. Perfect. Completely perfect. As he pulled away, I knew I wanted more. This was just the beginning. He was my beginning. My beginning to feel alive again.

"I gave you a loaded gun and aimed it at my heart. It was your decision to pull the trigger!" "We were kids!" "You're right, but dead kids don't grow to be adults. They're pushed away until the only thing left of them is a memory and the only memory I have of you is how you hurt me at your own free will. So excuse me for considering that whenever I make a decision concerning you."

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)