[Completed✔️] Gracelynn Vaughn moved away from her father at the age of seventeen with a devastating past and moves back to Texas, where her mother died. On the first day of school, she encounters a group of friends that take her in and teach her the life of being a teenager. And in that group is none other than the all-star quarterback, Brody Parker. Brody Parker has one secret that no one knows about, and he'd like to keep it that way. He's a cocky, arrogant, stone-eyed, dark haired living legend in the world of St. Jefferson High School. When Junior year comes along, he meets the shy, sweet Gracelynn Vaughn. And let me tell you, sparks fly.

Lennox Renovales has been known as the highschool's troublemaker. Luke Donovan is the most wanted bad boy. She wants to know more about his past but he wants to know more about her life. She's stubborn but he's protective. She's scarred but he's broken. They both are different in so many ways. Yet, there's something they have in common. They fall for each other. [WARNING:] this story is unedited because I'm too lazy to do so.

The Bad Boy and The Tomboy is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Nicknames, a love of soccer, and school rumors are all the bad boy and the tomboy have in common. But if they give each other a chance, will they find something more? ***** Seventeen-year-old Macy Anderson is a tomboy that plays soccer, hangs with the guys, can't stand girls (except her best friend Jasmine) and doesn't know who Sam Cahill is. But when the pair unexpectedly meet, everything goes downhill from there. Because Sam Cahill is the school's bad boy, known for skipping classes and getting into trouble. Not to mention his cocky attitude, British accent, and magnetic charm, which seems to work on all the girls -- except Macy, who has a rule not date in high school. But when Sam starts showing her his moves (on and off the soccer field), Macy begins to see a different guy under the leather-clad exterior. Will that be enough to convince her that he's the one guy worth breaking the rules for? [[Word count: 300,000 - 350,000 words]] [[2015 Watty Winner]] All Rights Reserved- ©nikki20038

"Do you want to anger me, mate? Do you wish for me to bend you over this table and show you how much of a monster I can be?" In the northern mountains of Trellomar resides a kingdom that is cursed and inhabited by people imprisoned to turn into savage beasts once a month for all eternity. When young and naive Raena accidentally goes too far outside her village, she is met with the Cursed King himself, the one responsible for his kingdom's curse in the first place. Taken from her home and claimed by the Cursed King as his, Raena must adapt to a vicious world of dark magic and brutal secrets where nothing is ever as it seems. Raena was always told to fear the Cursed Kingdom. But there is so much more to be afraid of. ⭒ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Darkfantasy, #2 in Romance, #1 in Queen, #7 in Fiction, #1 in King, #1 in Lust, #1 in Lycan, #1 in Twistedromance, #1 in Dominance, #1 in Royalty, #2 in Adult, #2 in Darklove, #3 in Magic, #3 in Matureaudience, #4 in Dark, #5 in Curse, and #11 in Mate ⭒ This book contains MATURE CONTENT such as: cursing, violence, sexual content, and other themes that may not be suitable for all readers. More information can be found inside. Cover: @plasticparadox

Avery was not an average, well behaved 17-year-old girl living a happy life. She was an underground fighter, a street racer, and had even gotten mixed up in dangerous gangs. She was reckless, she was rude, and she was completely badass. The news of her delinquent behaviour had spread around the whole of London and after getting kicked out of more schools than she could even remember, her mother draws the line. She was sent to an old friend's house in AMERICA??!! Usually, Avery wouldn't give a damn about her mother's arrangements but now she had to move to another country?! To make it even worse, she is now forced to live in a house with the four most popular boys at school, and their adorable five-year-old brother. The Parkinson boys were not ready for their world to turn upside down with the arrival of the new girl, and she wasn't one to mess around with. Let's get one thing straight, Avery doesn't open up easily and she wasn't planning on it now. PUSH THROUGH THE FIRST 10 CHAPTERS I PROMISE IT GETS MUCH BETTER! Needs editing and I wrote the first few chapters when I was 15 but I promise it gets much much better!

"Cassie," Aaron says. "I have detention. For two hours." My mouth drops open. "Fuck me," I groan. "Sorry," he smirks. "But you're not my type." --------- Cassandra Parker isn't looking for male attention; she just wants to make it through her last year of high school at Hilltop High with her two friends, Gracie and Gabs. But when she makes a deal with her parents to wear more gender tailored clothes, she is officially placed on the radar of almost every male at her school, including Aaron Brewer's. Aaron Brewer is a player in almost every sense of the word, sleeping with girls and then dropping them the next morning. All that changes when he meets Cass, who doesn't fall at his feet like the other girls. They grow closer, sleeping--innocently--together, partaking in almost-kisses and a variety of other things, but when a secret is revealed to Cass by two of the most important people in her life, loyalties are tested and boundaries are crossed as a person from her past infiltrates her present and threatens her future. ~~~ *Not edited* -- also, i literally wrote this book when i was like. 15? finished it when I was like 16? and then never touched it again. PLEASE cut me some slack! (i will eventually get around to editing it) cover by @txmbxy-ish

Boring. That is one word to describe Sadie Jefferson's life. She goes to school, is on the honor roll, has two best friends, comes from a wealthy family, and is secretly in love with Lucas Favero, who doesn't know she even exists. It's the beginning of every romance novel she has ever read but when she meets an angry and tattooed older boy named Bash, her story begins to take a turn for the worse. As much as she wants to never see the boy who almost took her virginity and then threw it back at her face again, she realizes that fate will not let them be apart. Besides, Bash doesn't want to run away from the only person who has ever cared for him, even if it was for just a couple minutes.

I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against the wall, I gasped in shock as I looked up to see the dude from earlier, "what the h-" I was cut off when he placed his finger over my lips and shushed me, "Mine" he growled. yes growled, I mean who growls. Before I could respond, he smashed his lips on to mine and ravished them. Instantly a strange spark ignited inside me, tingles erupted on my lips. I suddenly felt this uncontrollable pull towards him, like he's meant for me. Why do I feel like this? I felt his hands grab my hips and pinned me harder against the wall with his body. Before I knew it I was kissing him back. His hair was wrapped around my fingers as I pulled his lips closer to me. One of his hands stayed on my hip as his other hand, slid down to my thigh, his thumb, rubbing circles in a spot, sending shivers up and down my leg. His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring the interior. My eyes widened when I felt something very prominent against my stomach. I pushed him away and I began to panic. Suddenly, the sound of my smack against his cheek filled the empty hallway.

Diya Sharma, a 23 year old girl who's fist works faster than her mind. Stubborn like an ox and with a temper as short as a half taken breath, she was ready to slay her way through this cruel world. Her days ends being a student and her nights begins with the stunts she pulled being a disguised guy bike racer. To make things easier she goes by the rule No dates, No hates. But her life was far from being easy. The demons that haunted her past, lurks around her waiting for her to succumb to their wills but she wasn't ready to give in. She was a mystery with no fixed puzzle and wished to remain that way forever? So, was it always going to be like that? Rahul Singh Ranawat. 25 and the 3rd successor of Ranawats Group of industries. Arrogant, self-centered, dominating were his general description. Having a knack for cracking business deals and chicks who always flaunted themselves in front of him made him feel invincible and all the more pompous. Though he never fancied the thought of taking advantage of those girls, be still enjoyed the attention he received and that made him presume there was no girl who he can't lure with his charms and wealth. Was it so? She has a past that is haunting her. He has a present that is draining him. She seeks peace. He wants to avenge. She hates attention. He dwells in it. She masks herself to hide her scars. He wears those scars to remind his existence. She never wants to trust. He does not want to be trusted. He was a man who's soul burned with vengeance while she was a shell filled with void who was on a constant search for her soul. He would go to any extend to wipe off the existence of the person who he thought had betrayed him and she would die before letting someone hurt her loved ones. So, what happens when the person whom he wants to seek revenge ends up being the person whom she wants to protect no matter what. On to of these, there's a psychotic mafia who wants nothing but to assassinate her. What's his business with her?

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)