|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction || Coral Stewart is a nerdy seventeen year old girl who is way too smart for her own good. She has already graduated and has been hired at St Martin's, an all boys school. The only problem with this is that she has to attempt to teach four boys History - and trust me when I say they are not going to make it easy for her. One nerdy girl. Four perverted boys. One History lesson every Friday. What could possibly go wrong? *=*=*=* Warning: There's gonna be dramaaaaa [Completed] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

Μετά το τραγικό περιστατικό που συνέβη το καλοκαίρι,η Hunter προσπαθεί να αφήσει το παρελθόν πίσω της και να προχωρήσει στην ζωή της, κάνοντας μια καινούρια αρχή. Η μοίρα όμως έχει διαφορετικά σχέδια για εκείνη. Τι συνέβη το καλοκαίρι εκείνο; Τι είναι αυτό που στοιχειώνει την Hunter; Ποιο είναι το μυστήριο αγόρι με την μπλε μπαντάνα και μαύρα ρούχα που μπαίνει στην ζωή της χωρίς καμία προειδοποίησή; ××× "Για παντα Hunter." "Για πάντα."

"You like this, don't you?" Sam grins, running his tongue over his lip ring. "You're turned on by it." "Please," I wave my hand in dismissal. "You are," he accuses, his voice light. He does it again. I can't look away. "Stop." "Why should I? Little Miss 'I hate everyone at Ryder' really does find me irresistible. Who am I to deny her?" Sam's voice has something of an edge to it and my eyes snap to his. "'Little miss 'I hate everyone at Ryder', huh?" I ignore the second part of his jab. "That's right." I lean against my wardrobe, crossing my arms over my chest. "There's only a few people at Ryder I really can't stand, and you're at the top of my list." Sam's eyes narrow on me. "Is that so?" He turns from the mirror and takes a step in my direction. I refuse to back down, tilting my chin up to keep his gaze as he crowds into my space. His eyes hold mine until he's close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath over my cheeks and his focus shifts to my mouth. He runs his tongue over the lip ring again, and I feel my own lips part slightly as he does it, my breath coming a little faster. My stomach is pulsing with a mix of nervousness and something I'm not totally ready to admit to myself. ---- Logan Grey's a 16 year-old girl with a penchant for Bob Dylan and running long distances. When her father dies suddenly, she and her best friend come up with a scheme to keep her from moving to her grandparents' Ohio estate: two years of boarding at her Connecticut hometown's highly renowned prep school. But a fluke lands Logan in a room with Ryder Academy's hottest, baddest boy and it's pretty obvious they're not going to get along. At least until Sam Evans and his sexy-as-hell lip ring saunter into her life, upending everything she thought she knew. [This story contains strong language and sexual content. You've been warned!]

"Cold as ice,but in the right hands she melts" |Περίληψη στο πρωτο κεφάλαιο.| ©httpxev|2017 [17/03/2017- 02/10/2018] Cover credits to the amazing THEICEWOLVES

Γαβριέλα Παπαστεφάνου. Μια καλοκαιρινή νύχτα σε ένα κλαμπ της Κέρκυρας. Ένας τύπος με τατουάζ. Ένα φιλί. 《Έλα Γκάμπι, χαλάρωσε λίγο.》 Φώναξε η Ελβίρα. 《Δεν πίνω.》 Φώναξα αλλά προφανώς και δεν με άκουσε. Χριστέ μου ποιος ξέρει τι μου έχει βάλει να πιω. Έχε χάρη που έχω κορακιάσει και δεν βλέπω να φεύγουμε σύντομα. Άσπρο πάτο Γαβριέλα. Η Γαβριέλα ούτε που ήξερε τι την περίμενε όταν δέχτηκε την πρόκληση των φίλων της. Μπορεί να ξεκίνησε ως ένα παιχνίδι αλλά όταν το άτομο που ορκίζεσαι ότι δεν θα ξαναδείς το ξαναβλέπεις και μάλιστα στη θέση του καθηγητή στη σχολή σου, τότε τα πράγματα περιπλέκονται. All rights reserved Do not copy the story. Highest rank: 1# Ρομαντική 18/08/2017 6# Ρομαντικά 9/5/2017 και 6/7/2017 5# Ρομαντικά 13/7/2017 4# Ρομαντικά 1/8/2017 3# Ρομαντικά 2/8/2017 2# Ρομαντικά 25/7/2017 και 15/8/2017

l-ink-ed (two people connected with something more than just emotions.two people connected with a mark,a tattoo) ©httpxev|2018

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...