"Hey, sugar." C O V E R B Y // @daisiesxflowers

There are a lot of things teens hide from adults, giving the illusion of being a kid is burden-free. How about I tell you, well show you, how that's all a bunch of crap. High school drama can be forgotten but there are some things you can remember. Marielle, a curvy mixed-race girl, daughter to affluent parents has been fat-shamed for years since her twin best friends moved away. Hiding it all from her parents, senior year is here and things are going crazy. The twins are back and they don't plan to have a quiet last year of high school. Bringing along with them, they gain new friends with their own kind of drama, catapulting each decision to bring change to the town they all live in. **** A little bit of a fluffy romance for my readers. Ranked #2 in Bullying Awareness #2 in Interracial Love Updated: 24/01/2019

Edited by @kokobycole .... "Wait, Collins do you know this girl?" "Uhhh yeah I do. You know her?" Collins asks back. "She's the mannerless girl I told you about that couldn't even apologize after breaking my IPad" he eyes me scornfully. I give him the glare of the century. "No man, she's not like that. She couldn't apologize coz she's MUTE!". Avalon Williams is a beautiful mute 21 year old. She has people who understand her quiteness. She get to meet an arrogant rich handsome guy that insulted her not knowing she was mute.. WARNING : CONTAINS MILD ABUSE AND MALTREATMENT. Inspired by 'Ovy's voice'. Cover made by @kokobycole Enjoy! Check out my other story, spices and Seoul, leave ur comments I'll reply everyone💕

He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.

|| HIGHEST RANKS: #13 in HUMOR #79 in TEEN FICTION || If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into licorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play." ~*~ When two very unlikely paths cross, it turns into chaos, vengeance and the ultimate revenge schemes. Has Blade Collins finally met his match? Or has he met the devil himself in the form of a high school girl? One, who he didn't even know existed only twenty minutes ago. But now he does, and what's left to do... but finish the war that has started.

Welcome to the underground business. Where the tainted stay tainted and the pure turn stained. Where allies are rare and enemies rack every agenda. The public are kept blind and dumb to international issues, and that's why one group in particular, have been selected and garnered to top-rank seat. Six world-renowned hackers remain hidden behind screens, and are only known by their chosen aliases. In a world where counterintelligence either backstabs or entertain the mass, these six hackers are the product of an organization supported and financed internationally on their assignments. Let alone the rest of the world, they've also never met each other. However, they made a name for themselves that would go down in history: The 6 Greatest Errors of All Time. Things take a change for the worst when abruptly, without warning, the team is broken up. One user goes missing overnight. The past and future may be more complicated than they thought. Let the chase begin. ━━ 07.21.18 - 05.05.19 ━━ #1 in Action 03.12.19 #1 in Hacking/ Espionage 09.17.18 #152 in Action - 11.18.18 #182 in Action - 11.13.18 [ #499 in Action - 09.17.18 ] // Credits to @JessicaBootan for the captivating cover!

HE MADE HER HEART SMILE...AND SHE WAS THE REASON HE DID. After moving to a new town, Wynter Whitman wants to get her senior year of high school done and over with. She doesn't want friends, not after what happened last summer. She's determined to get through this last year without incident. Her plans quickly change when she meets a mysterious green-eyed boy who pops up everywhere, becomes friends with Eryn, a small redhead with a big personality, and her past comes back to haunt her again. Join Wynter as she battles with her heart and her head over what she feels is right and what she knows is wrong, all the while trying to keep her sanity intact. **This is a WEREWOLF story, but I tried to not make it super generic, I tried to stay away from that.**

(IMAGE SENT) Lana tell me, is my left boob bigger than my right? Delivered at 9:08 PM This isn't Lana but, HOLY TITS! Delivered at 9:10PM YIKES!!! Wrong number!!! Ahsks Ajxodbd Delivered at 9:10PM In which a girl accidentally sends nudes to the wrong number.

Elizabeth Rose Parker A 17 year old girl, who got thrown on the streets when she was 15. Trying to survive hasn't been easy. Most of her time is spent working to pay for the bills and to buy food. Alexander Knight A 25 year old young man, who is a known and feared Mafia boss, leading the Dark Moon gang and being the young and successful CEO of Knight Industries. What will happen when their paths cross? The images used don't belong to me!

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."