In my panicked state I feel strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close. I inhale, his smell filling my senses. "You're safe now, just breathe me in." He says. My eyes close and the tears start to fall. "Shhhh, I won't let him get you. You're safe." I look up at him weakly, the guy I hate oh so much, holding me, it was unreal. But somehow this was the safest I've felt in a long time. So instead of fighting him, I buried my face into his neck and let him shield me from this nightmare while the rain beat down on us. Wait- you're probably confused as to how I got here. Let me rewind a bit. I'm Charlie. Now that bit of the story may have seemed a little dramatic, and without context, I can understand why. But I can explain. I'm ordinary as far as anyone could tell. But if people stopped to get to know me, they might think differently. So right about now you're probably thinking, oh great, yet another cliche. Before you jump to conclusions about me and start judging me, you're probably right. This is gonna be pretty damn cliche. But who doesn't like a cliche? Answer: no one in their right mind. // Highest rank: #134 in teen fiction // // Started: September 10th 2016 //

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Most girls dream of finding their Prince Charming, their knight in shining armor, the one. The boy that will sweep you off your feet and give you a sweet love story. She found, inmate number 323. * * * "So I'll be seeing you again?" I nod. "Unfortunately, yes." Totally not unfortunate for my eyeballs. He smirks again his eyes glistening with mischief. "Well, in that case Sugar, welcome to hell." (Temporary summary. Will be updated soon)

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

Hope Tremaine was a simple girl with a simple life. She was born and raised in Florida. When her careless parents separated, her dad sent her to the city to live with her older brother. Her life was soon turned upside down; and it was all because of Greyson Hunt. You decide wether it was for better or for worse. Book Cover Art: @dusktilldawn01

"What brought you here?" A voice asked. "Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voice. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me." It was pitch black inside. I obviously could see nothing. "My bad," he said, not meaning it. "What brought you here?" "My feet," I answered. Upon meeting a girl one midnight after being both dumped in a holding cell, Tanner Hampton had never felt the urge to be with someone for as long as possible. What he did not know was what he was getting himself into. For sure, the deliquent could handle a few heartbreaks from a notorious girl, yeah? Or so he himself thought. -10 . 29 . 16-

Many people say not to enter the north part of town; they say the devil lives there. Ashton Grey is known for his cold and emotionless exterior. Rumours state he is selfish, callous, and sinister. Other gangs or mafia groups do not dare challenge the man known as the devil, knowing there is a possibility of their death lingering in the air if they do so. Kimberly Dylan draws the short end of the stick when she bumps into this beast of a man. She is a young woman with a haunted past that seems to follow her around like her own shadow. Chaos erupts as their destiny's become one. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here" - William Shakespeare

Highest in Teen Fiction: #144(1st of July 2017) ~ ~ ~ When faced with a problem don't push it aside, go on a frickin' shopping spree and change your wardrobe and your persona, cause why the heck not? Lexi Greene is the notorious good girl, she steers clear of trouble at all costs but that changes when the people she thought she trusted betrays her. She goes from the school's good girl to the killer heartthrob bad girl. There's a thin line between good and bad and Lexi is Trespassing on Trouble.

"You know, you aren't like most girls I have met." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends, are you obsessed with shopping?" "That involves walking... so no." "Dieting?" "Hah, that's funny." "Make up?" "I need motivation for that." "Heels?" "What have my feet ever done to you?!" After that, he laughs and claps his hands together, "Yes, that is a good thing." ~~~~~~~ He wanted freedom. She needed freedom. Luke Barrington and Ella Sanders. They thought their lives were bad, living up to a parents' expectation is way harder then it seems, especially when they are filthy rich and claim they only want what is best for you. Just think, one moment you are so busy hating on life, and the next, you are in a coma laying on the hospital bed, clinging onto hope that you will survive. Maybe it just took two cars and a curve in the road for them to see that life isn't so bad after all. Because what's the point of life if you aren't even living? ~~~~~~~ Book two in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series