История за тъмно минало, объркано настояще и едно непредсказуемо бъдеще. Страст. Омраза. Отмъщение. Болка. Самота. Любов

Историята на момиче на име Хоуп. Още когато е на 5 години, пред очите и се случва най-големия ужас за едно дете. Сега, след 11 години в един февруарски ден тя намира бележка в шкафчето си в училище, нещо което напълно я шокира. Какво ще се случи и пред какво ще се изправи тя, ще разберете ако продължите да четете.

Sometimes <3 means like. Sometimes <3 means love. Like the emotions it represents, sometimes <3 gets complicated. Fifteen-year-old Summer Day has a plan for the perfect school vacation until her mom drops the M-bomb on it. She wants Summer to do something 'M-eaningful' this year. Could anything be more meaningful than gossiping with best friend Madison or hanging out with perfect boyfriend Brady? Summer skirts her mother's demands by promising to construct a website - then launches a secret blog instead. But when the most annoying boy in the universe keeps showing up in embarrassingly intimate situations, Brady grows jealous, and Summer turns to her blog readers for help. They devise a plan but everything backfires when the boy she thought she'd always hate reveals he knows the stories behind the stars, the lyrics to all of Summer's favorite songs and the s'mores-lined path that leads straight to her heart.

⚠️ CAUTION: UNDER CONSTRUCTION , CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN ⚠️ Copyright © 2015 by imnotshortimfunsized Life is not guaranteed. It's not something we've earned, or deserve. It's a gift that God himself has given us. It's crazy, stupid, and beautiful. But life has quite a nasty lover, death. They are in a constant tango, when one life is taken another one is given. While one family sits at a grave sight watching their loved one return to dust, another watches a beautiful baby's birth. No matter how hard we try, we can never prevent the inevitable. Like it or not, you have an expiration date. We all do. But, is everything in this life as it seems? Why is it that my life is falling apart, but a drug dealer/rapist is getting rich with his toes in the sand? Why am I being hunted? Why am I someone's prey? Why me? Why am I falling for the man that yearns to see the life drain from my body? My death has become a game of some sorts... for both of us. He tries to kill me, he fails, we spend the night together, and in the morning hes gone. To be honest., I would never admit to myself that I fell inlove with my killer... a killer that was very bad at his job... killing. I was #1 on his kill list, and I knew it. But I had always pondered on the question that still remained... If he really did get a good chance to kill me... would he do it? It had always upset me if I had pondered on the question for too long, and to be honest I don't really know why. Afterall he had been trying to kill me for 4 years now, and he still had not succeded. There were still many, many questions that have not been answered... Why is he so strong and fast? Why is he so inhumanly gorgeous? Why hasn't he killed me already? Why does he want to kill me? Does he... like me back? My name is Saphire Williams. And I am falling for the fallen.

Warning: Mature Content, 18+ Throbbing, every cell of my being was throbbing, buzzing with excitement. My lips parted involuntarily, releasing a low whimper that I didn't recognize as my own. Nothing about the sound that escaped my heaving chest was modest. Trailing his hands down my stomach he followed a path lined with wet, soft kisses leading to my steamy core. My thighs parted on their own accord, guiding him to the bundle of nerves that lied between them. Noticing my need he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my panties, lifting his dark eyes to meet mine. A sultry smile pulled at the corners of his swollen lips. His wicked smile confirmed my suspicion that he sensed my ever growing desperation. Licking his lips, he leisurely began dragging the soaked velvety fabric down my hips. The tension rising in my core was going to put me in an early grave. Continuing his onslaught of my sanity, he slid his warm tongue down my bare mound with precision. Hovering right above where I wanted him, his eyes snapped to mine. "I knew you had a thing for me guance dolci," he purred with a signature wicked grin. (Sweet cheeks) Copyright © 2018 ShortandDangerous, All rights reserved.

Тя. Тя е нова. Тя е забавно, мило момиче, което е забележимо за всички мъжки погледи. Тя стреми към задълженията и правилния начин на живот. Той. Той е агресивен, груб, пълен с ярост, ходещ по купони момче, живота на който е безгрижен. Двамата са пълни противоположности. Дали и тези две противоположности ще се пристрастят един към друг?