[Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction] 🚫WARNING🚫 :| CLICHE ALERT! This is some high class cringe stuff which will make you want to throw yourself out the window |: :|You have been warned, proceed at your own risk |: ⬇️ He stood up with his hands in his pockets, "I'll delete the video." My head snapped up on hearing this and sighed in relief. "Than-" "On three conditions." He said smirking making me glare at him. "Never Stone!" I huffed. "Okay then, I'll send it to everyone on my contact list." He said casually picking his phone up. My eyes widened and I held his arm stopping him while he gave me a blank look, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. That jerk! "I...I.." I hesitated looking down. "You what?" He asked raising his phone again. I tried to snatch it from him but in vain. "Okay fine, I agree to your conditions!" I say finally defeated making him smirk evilly. ............................................................ All Mae wanted was to complete her senior year peacefully but everything is turned upside down when Ryan Stone crashed in her life, literally. They say water is strong enough to break a stone...will the case be same for Mae Waters and Ryan Stone? ............................................................ Spin Off - 'Smirks & Glares'

Scar skär/ noun a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely. April Morningstar. Better known as Scar. Scar could care less about what people thought of her. She's been in prison, under probation and even under house arrest. She saw life as a once in a lifetime opportunity. She didn't speak about feelings or emotions, thinking of it made vile rise up in her throat, growing up in the system for thirteen years showed her that there was no time for kid stuff; it was a go big or go home. Now living in Chicago, Illinois' underground streets she wasn't looking to get out, she was looking to stir up trouble that would make her bad girl image more known. Ellison Margo. A wallflower that no one gave a second glance to in the hallways. Being from Portland, Oregon-Ellison was the only girl out of her eight other brothers. She has a four older brothers to protect her and four younger ones who adore her. She never so much as talked back to her parents. She was a goody two shoes from the start and planned to stay that way. Innocence and pure were two ways to describe her, never being social her perfect night was to read a book and listen to music. It was a boring way to live life, but she didn't care. They say when you throw fuel to the fire you'll get burned. So what'll happen when Scar is forced to live with the Margo's for the rest of her junior year? And a certain Margo catches her eye but the feeling might not be mutual? Will they learn to defy the laws of nature and balance each other or let the flame go out? Copyright © loveanoutcast, 2014 All Rights Reserved.

The Art of War is a imagination generated book By Gabriella Ross. Which is centered around the supernatural world as we know it to exist. 《Prologue 》 What would happen when a beautifully hand written letter sealed with love got lost on the way to its recipient. An the world suddenly spirals into Chaos? Was it the contents of the letter? Or was it because the person wanted to find the letter? "Much like whatever it was he had to show me. I suppose I readied myself to accept it."- Rhaella Lea Follow this story and all its characters, with it❤ This is my first story.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' he breathed. His eyes had grown big, so big that they barely fit his face anymore. He didn't resemble Nathan at all. He was pathetic, and cowardly, and weak. 'I have.' Silence and darkness threatened to crush us both, the sound of his uneven breathing piercing through my eardrums. I didn't bother hiding anything in my demeanour - it was a relief to let the darkness out, to let it slip out of every pore and every cell. He was going to die. His next words were quiet, so quiet, that it could have been drowned out with the faint sound of cheers coming from the stadium. 'You're a monster.'"