"Do you realize what you have done?" Chloe spat at me. "I didn't do anything!" I growl through clenched teeth. "You are the worst step brother in the history of step siblings, Ethan!" She screams at me and something breaks inside me, she looks hot when she's angry. I push her against the wall and clench her wrists in my hands. I waste no time pressing my lips against hers. Oh my god. I just kissed my step sister.

Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

"You're afraid of temptation." He said pinning me to the wall. "No, I'm not." I snapped at him. Who am I kidding? Yes, I am. He leaned closer nearly brushing his lips against mine. My breath caught in my throat and he grinned. "Your breath and your pulse give you away, Barbie." He said not pulling away. "I think you're scared you'll get hurt and you don't want any commitments. You don't take chances." "I'm a cheerleader...I take chances all the time." I pointed out shifting and accidently brushed my hips against his. This time I heard his breath catch in his throat. Now I smiled. "Who's tempted now?" "I'm always tempted." He whispered in my ear. There was a moment of silence where we just looked in each other's eyes before I whispered to him again. "Tempt me." He leaned forward crushing his lips to mine pulling me closer by my waist as my fingers got caught in his hair. He knows how to tempt people. ** Sage moves to a new town and tries out for the cheerleading team and everything seems to be going fine. Until she meets Aaron the hot bad boy of the school. He challenges her and tempts her into doing things she would never do. She doesn't know if she can trust him or if she likes the way he makes her act. But when her father doesn't approve and he tries to control her will she run to Aaron or stay with her good girl life? This is the story of the bad boy and the cheerleader.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT AND THERE ARE GRAMMAR MISTAKES I pushed at his chest, but it was useless. He stayed, his arms caging me in. "Anastasia," he hummed against my ear, my name rolling off his tongue. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you." I couldn't deny it anymore, I was his. ~>~ A romance novel Started: 11/28/2017 Finished : 03/04/2018 Highest Ranking: #96 12.27.2017

I hear footsteps close behind me and the door pushes open meaning he followed me in here. "I hate you!" I yell at him and he gets closer as I back up, and I hit the wall. "I hated you first." He shoots back glaring right into my eyes. "You just had to go off and tell your little friends didn't you? You just couldn't resist the urge, then they went off and told Rebecca." "What that we kissed?" He says smirking and then rolling his eyes. "Worst kiss ever." he added "I couldn't agree more." I said glaring into his blue eyes. "I think you think the opposite princess." He says smirking moving a little closer. "Ace your too close." I said putting my hand on his hard chest, and he looked where my hand laid. "Am I?" he asks and I nod nervously and close my eyes. "This thing between us, is done." He says, referring to the little flirty love romance thing that we both knew we had between us. The fact that he said that made my stomach drop. "Over, for sure." I agree, trying to hold back the urge to cry right there. "Your a jerk, a jerk that I can't believe I used, key word used, to have a crush on. You play girls like they're some kinda of toy and nobody deserves that, and you don't deserve me." I look to the side studying the tiled wall, then I look back at his face and he stares into my green eyes as I stare into his blue ones, stunned filled his eyes and maybe, possibly hurt. Before I could even think of what was happening, I feel his lips roughly press against mine and I didn't take any time to kiss him back, our lips moving in sync. I missed this. I missed the time he kissed me in the hallway, the time that I wanted to kiss him more and more but I knew that I couldn't because he had a girlfriend. This time I didn't have any holdback, I kissed him like he had been gone for years and I had just seen him again. It felt great.

"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.)