❝She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes❞ Winter Smith. Beaten, broken, yet beautiful. Ayden Jones. Her soon-to-be-everything. Winter is a young girl with a calamitous past and home life. She can't seem to escape the grasp of her demons, but refuses to tell anyone of her pain. Ayden is drawn to Winter with the desire to protect; a feeling unalike any other the two of them have experienced before. When their two worlds collide, will Winter let her demons loose? { edit 07/10/2021: hi, if ur reading this, i am (as of right now) not intending on completing this story, but will soon be uploading a new one. my writing and all of that has improved immensely :') ok bye <3 }

When she receives yet another ugly grade, her teacher sets her up with a student tutor in her class, who also so happens to be the bad boy. (note: this story is a bit -actually, a lot- CRINGY at the beginning, so you guys are going to have to bare through the pain for a little at the beginning. you can do it ! <33) | #ProjectBadBoys | {completed} 11/7/16 - half way to 1k 11/23/16 - hit 1k ! 01/31/19 - hit 100k reads ! 04/11/19 - finished <3 12/8/19 - Epilogue | highest rank: #16 in teen fic | #1 in tutor | #28 in romance | #1 in him | Copyright 2016 © BlackMidnights All Rights Reserved

SEQUEL TO TUTORING THE BAD BOY This book is set 5 years from the past book. This bio is really crappy bc i dont know what to put so yeah.

I hear footsteps close behind me and the door pushes open meaning he followed me in here. "I hate you!" I yell at him and he gets closer as I back up, and I hit the wall. "I hated you first." He shoots back glaring right into my eyes. "You just had to go off and tell your little friends didn't you? You just couldn't resist the urge, then they went off and told Rebecca." "What that we kissed?" He says smirking and then rolling his eyes. "Worst kiss ever." he added "I couldn't agree more." I said glaring into his blue eyes. "I think you think the opposite princess." He says smirking moving a little closer. "Ace your too close." I said putting my hand on his hard chest, and he looked where my hand laid. "Am I?" he asks and I nod nervously and close my eyes. "This thing between us, is done." He says, referring to the little flirty love romance thing that we both knew we had between us. The fact that he said that made my stomach drop. "Over, for sure." I agree, trying to hold back the urge to cry right there. "Your a jerk, a jerk that I can't believe I used, key word used, to have a crush on. You play girls like they're some kinda of toy and nobody deserves that, and you don't deserve me." I look to the side studying the tiled wall, then I look back at his face and he stares into my green eyes as I stare into his blue ones, stunned filled his eyes and maybe, possibly hurt. Before I could even think of what was happening, I feel his lips roughly press against mine and I didn't take any time to kiss him back, our lips moving in sync. I missed this. I missed the time he kissed me in the hallway, the time that I wanted to kiss him more and more but I knew that I couldn't because he had a girlfriend. This time I didn't have any holdback, I kissed him like he had been gone for years and I had just seen him again. It felt great.

They say jocks and new girls don't mix. With my personality and character, she isn't exactly considered as my 'type of girl'. Yet strange enough, I started having a weird obsession over her. Ever since then, my life completely changed. For the better or worse, I don't even know it myself. I know I sound like a fricking pussy right now, but I dare you to follow me, Asher Grayson, on my journey on How The Bad Boy Wooed Her. All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015