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"What are you doing to me?" He whispers, in my ear huskily. Shivers go down my spine. "I'm not doing-" "You do so many things to me, Kara." He cuts me off, "I don't even know how you make me feel this way." He kisses my jaw and travels down to my neck. This is weird but somehow I'm loving it, "No one will steal you away from me. You're mine and..... I will claim you." He growls, into my ear. Leaving, me shocked. **************** Kara Willows, an 18 years old who is perusing her dream of becoming an Artist. She's beautiful, funny, friendly, shy most of the time, cute, nice, and adorable. She can be so many things. Kara, was looking for a house to live in but one of her friend's found a house were a boy was looking for a roommate. Little did she know her roommate was the bad boy of her school. What will happen in this journey? Kayson Knight, The most popular, handsome, sexy, ruthless, rude, fuck boy, playboy, and so many things to describe him. He has everything a men and women can wish for. He's a bad boy and does bad things. Boy's wish to be him and girls wish to date him. But when he finds out his roommate is a girl, he gets really weird feelings. Do you think he will have feelings or will he still be a fuck boy?

"What's your problem?!" "I am jealous, okay?! I don't admit it but I hate it when you talk about someone else. I only want you for me" Sebastian said glaring at Lucas. "just cut it off it was a joke at first just stop it!" "keep thinking that" he muttered as he walked away. Angelina or angel is an 18-year-old girl going to a new school, and she yelled at the school's bad boy, who might that be? Sebastian black the one and only and well we all know every bad boy have their own rule. his rules is: #1 no eye contact. #2 no one can take and touch what's his. #3 anything he does is no one's business. #4 respect him. Well, dear Angelina over here broke every rule except #2 and. Little did she know that she.... Was his? And being the nerd of the school is the perfect match. PS. THIS STORY IS CRINGEY, ITS FAST AND HAS SHORT CHAPTERS AT FIRST BUT IT GETS BETTER :) !!!EDITING!!! so some chapters might not line up with the other started:April 1, 2019 finished:may 4, 2020 #1 in sassy (Jan 13/20) #125 in teen fiction (Nov 27/19) #2 in good girl (Mar 24/20) #1 in dumb (Dec 11/19) #10 in bad boy (Jan 4/20) #1 in mine (Mar 9/20)

"James, what are you doing here?" "I need to talk to you," I demanded. She wiped her forehead,"What about?" I moved closer to her, took her hand in mine, and intwined our fingers. My hand fit perfectly into hers, her long and thin fingers, completed the space left in mine. "Us," was all I said as I searched her face for her reaction. She sighed,"James, we had this talk before." "That was before, this is now," I pointed out. She shook her head and pulled her hand out of my grasp,"James, we can't." **** Stella Johnson has dreamed of going to Juilliard to live out her dream of being a contemporary dancer. Atlas her dream does come true, Juilliard wants her. She quickly moves away from Connecticut to New York City, leaving behind her parents. As Stella begins to start dance class she is in for a rude awakening when someone from her past comes into her life: James Maxwell He is a player from her highschool and in fact, still is one. Once James meets Stella he can't get enough of her and her witty comebacks. He wants one thing and one thing only which is her. Little does Stella know she'll be dancing with the player. | book #1 of trilogy

He teases her. He challenges her. He fascinates her while he irritates her like no other. He drives her insane. He makes her...ughh, so mad she could scream! The only thing he won't do is let her go. Quincy: I'm a human living among the werewolves. My mom is a werewolf. She had a drunken fun one night with a stranger, a human. The union was not supposed to bear an offspring. I'm not supposed to happen, but here I am, an outsider. They all hate me but my Nana loved me. Then Nana died. They moved me to the pack house. Now, their old Alpha three times my age wants to make me his. That is not the life I signed up for. My Nana nurtured me a dream to go off to college. So I run. I run not because I'm a coward. I run to save myself. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I'll be so normal, even the most average normal humans will feel like freaks next to my normal ass. They will bow down before me and call me Queen Normal. Then I see him. The best specimen of men...but I know he's not human. He's not a werewolf either, so what is he? There's this pull between us but I know I shouldn't get close to his kind...whatever he is. The trouble is, he won't leave me alone. Caspian: I've been looking for my erasthai for decades. My mother dearest, the queen of all werewolves and lycans is pressuring me to marry Lady Celeste. I'm supposed to take over the throne from my father and make lady Celeste my queen. I want nothing to do with her. I want my erasthai. Then I saw her. She's a human. The most beautiful mesmerizing creature ever, and she's mine! I thought it's going to be easy. It should have been easy. Come on, ALL girls want me. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! Mirrors weep when I walk past them. She refused to give me the time of the day. Well, too bad princess. I'm not about to let you get away. I'll crush all other competitions. I'm Prince Caspian. I always get what I want.

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

He gently wipes away my tears and my hold on my tummy tightens. "P-please don't h-hurt us." I whisper, looking into his dark eyes. "I could never hurt something that's mine."

(First Book In The Breaking Tomorrow Series) Lenne. She broke. She kept going. She cracked. She fell for him. She got hurt. Jake. He broke her. He kept after her. He fixed her. He fell for her. He didn't mean to hurt her. A twist on a cliche that might just break your heart. Story by: _aime_ All Rights Reserved

When new boy, Nick Hawthorne, roars up to school with a motorbike and an attitude to boot, ruling queen of Redwood Academy, Madison Sutton, is not pleased. Both loathe each other on sight, can't stop arguing every time they actually do see each other, and what's more, they have this terrible tendency to end up kissing the living daylights out of each other. Will Madison ever get over her stupid ass? Will Nick ever see past his own big head? [RISE LIKE THE SUN, by kaaterinapetrova]

SEQUEL TO IL POSSESSO ANGELICO DELLA MAFIA. He stared at her sleeping form gently caressing her golden locks "I'm never letting go of you Principessa." ✧ ✧ ✧ Blade Knight is the Powerful Italian Mafia King and Every King needs a Queen, His Queen? The crazy dramatic Aurora Wild. He loved her from the first glance. The minute he laid his eyes on her she was his. She did not know, neither did he but he claimed at when he was at the mere age of one. Copyright © 2020 Nazley khan