ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴏʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ, ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢɪɴɢ, ʜᴇʀ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ 50 ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏ ꜱᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ. ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ. -ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ

Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***

Love Island, an entertaining dating show that airs a queer edition for the first time during pride month. Featuring: Harry Styles, a 22 year old that's looking hopelessly for love. Louis Tomlinson, a 24 year old that is signed up by his best friend during a night out. Or The queer love island edition where two oblivious boys pretend like they are best friends and looking for anyone except each other while the whole nation keeps voting for them as a favourite couple because everyone else can see it but them . -jealousy -drama (because no book of mine without drama) -sexual tension -the summer vibes you all need

Xander had never had any trouble staying professional with his students. Never tempted - why would he have been when François had an entire fricking stable of beautiful and well-trained submissives for him to choose from - until lately. And the reason for that temptation came barreling back in the room now, his blue-dyed hair fluffy, sandy roots showing, his skin almost translucent in its paleness.

Nobody ever thinks of the palace guards. The ones standing around the castle, ready to protect all those in it. Nikkol just happens to be one of these guards, and finds himself sick of standing there waiting for something to happen. Until something does. Something that poses a threat to nobody but Nikkol himself. The threats name: Prince Setial.

Harry and Draco are both starting as Hogwarts professors at the same time. Their students quickly start to get a slightly different impression about their relationship than Harry and Draco have.

Keegan is a boy who loves affection. He's usually quite peppy and excitable, but everything in life has turned against him. He ends up locking away his emotions and making himself distant from the world, trying to avoid further suffering. He's left a shell of his former self, struggling to get through life. He decides to take time away from his abusive life by going on a week long school trip to collect his thoughts. He is placed in situations he couldn't have imagined. Theo is a laid back jock. He can come off as aggressive and bossy, usually around his friends, though he has a heart and can be quite kind. His life is hectic and full of annoying people. His parents are inconsiderate, his friends are clingy and loud, and the rest of the school sucks up to him, which he doesn't received well. He just wants to be left alone. After deceiving his clingy friends he snuck away on the school trip, hoping he could finally get some peace and quiet. This trip would hold some surprises for him, and maybe even change his life. What future will await these two? Are they destined for greatness, or despair?

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }