"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES

Amazing cover by @Valenceia What will you do when you bump into an unknown guy and, You came to know how rude is he, And fate doesn't support you and you once again get bumped into the same guy, After few days your family bursted a bomb and arranged your marriage with someone and when you came to know that he is none other than, Mr. Rude What will you do?? Let's find out in the story... *WARNING* Highly unedited. Highest ranking: #1 - Ceo #1 - Cute #1 - Forcedmarriage #2 - Marriage #2 - lovestory

A reckless girl had no idea that 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ethereal art would make her forget her constant anger and emptiness. A broken man had no idea that 𝒉𝒆𝒓 happiness would make him forget his sorrow. It was inevitable. It was forbidden. They kept it a secret. They didn't know they were a time bomb until the chaos exploded. Copyright © 2018 NocturnaComplexities. All Rights Reserved.

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

Indie Jasper is a shy, unknown writer. Anson Fischart is the school's pretty boy. Indie is not popular by any means, but Anson's status of quarterback, paired with his sandy blond hair and blue-eyed gaze have him at the top of the school's hierarchy. As it appears, Anson and Indie are polar opposites of each other. Yet when their paths cross, it seems that they are more similar than they knew. Adding in some spiteful ex-lovers, dangerous encounters, and risky situations, Indie finds herself in the arms of her opposite time and again. Before long, one question is in the back of every mind: How can Indie navigate through her feelings for Anson, without getting hurt in the process? FIND OUT IN: "His Blue" This story IS completed! _________________________________________ WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, MATURE THEMES, KINDA CLICHE, ENEMIES-LOVERS TROPE-ISH, SOME SEXY SCENES (nothing racy, but read at your own risk) "A slow-burning, teenage romance story that you're sure to love!"

❝He was the scary story parents read to their kids. And she fell in love with a monster.❞ ----- Xanthe Jacox is a sarcastic, fierce and down to earth eighteen-year-old. Did I mention sarcastic? She's that one girl who would probably be the first to get killed in a horror movie just for shouting 'hello?' to absolutely nothing, so God knows what'll happen if she gets kidnapped. Which she does. By Alaska's most wanted outlaw and famous gang leader. Enter Arsen Reed; dangerous, dark and cold-hearted. No one knows why he's like that, or how he's like that. But once he lays eyes on Xanthe, everyone knows she belongs to him. But Arsen hides a lot of secrets, and Xanthe has a fair share of her own, too. Despite the thin line between love, hate, goofy guys and lovesick gangsters, things for Arsen, Xanthe and the rest of the group are not looking up. That's what happens when you turn into a criminal. So walk through this story with me, filled with drama, crazy idiots, murder, many - confusing - plots and, most important of all, reckless love. ----- ❝Pretty little words covered your dark and crooked heart. With a forked tongue, I fell in love, then I fell apart. You are so cold-hearted.❞ ----- Buckle up, kids. This is going to be a nasty ride. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Contains swearing, starts off as cliche, mentions of rape (not related to MC), and it gets disturbing. Read at your own risk. ¡WRITTEN IN 2018, SO CRINGE ALERT¡ Best Rankings in order (hehe): ||#1 TeenFiction|| || #1 Humor || | #2 possessive | | #2 psycholover | | #3 projectgiggle | Copyright © authoriswriting 2018

[COMPLETE] They say weddings are eventful, to say the least. Anything could happen. What I didn't expect however, was him. My mistake. It's been years since we last spoke- he drives me crazy, in ways no one else has. Being back home and reunited with old friends, was about to get messy. ~ "Morning sleeping beauty," He drawled, leaning against the counter mixing his protein shake vigorously. "Well then you must be the beast and not the prince." I retorted, rummaging through the pantry for some granola I could have with greek yoghurt. "Yeah," he shrugged. I put my bowl and ingredients on the table and frowned. Did... he... just agree with me? "In the gym, in the office... and definitely in bed," he winked. Oh. There it was. He's so full of himself. I rolled my eyes, proceeding to make myself breakfast. It's too early for this. ~ Follow along as two individuals encounter each other once again as adults, whilst their teenage histories shadow over them with every step. Teen & New adult themes Started 19/11/18 - Finished 25/02/19 ❗️Contains explicit language and mature scenes. Reader discretion advised. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful) --- This is a small intercept from Beautifully Broken. If you decided to read it I hope you enjoy!

❝we'll go down in history, remember me for centuries❞ Their love was destined to doom They were life, she was death. But this lifetime was different- Their love would transcend Challenging the anger of the gods ~ Jazz and Draver have waited impatiently for twenty one years as their mate grew up, careful to stay a distance from Faye. But the moment her twenty-first birthday comes around, Jazz and Draver make their alarming presence known to the human girl who they both claim as their mate.

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.