[WATTYS 2016 WINNER!] [COSMOPOLITAN Featured!] Trapped in her white trash hell, Layla Danner is failing at life. Her friend Peyton? Everybody thinks he's perfect, a staggeringly rich, handsome, and well-mannered story book prince. But they don't know what Layla knows. And she'll never tell. Jake? Jake's trouble. A down and dirty charmer, this one's got a devil-may-care attitude and a mouth to match. Everything goes to hell in a handbasket when he shows up to town one summer. Layla never meant to fall in love. All she wanted to do was finish her senior year, get the hell out of this town and never, ever look back. But when mysterious secrets from the boys' past refuse to stay buried, Layla must decide how far she'll go for a chance at a once in a lifetime love. Follow three unforgettable characters in this captivatingly melodramatic, soap-operatic, and larger-than-life tale of first loves, loyalty, intrigue and the magic of growing up. ♦️WARNING: This writer is a hopeless romantic with a filthy mouth and a dirty mind who loves to re-work cliches. The style of the story reflects this. Also, some dark themes. ♦️

Two people meet for a reason, no matter what anyone says, it's always for a reason. Oliver and Sage, two people who'd never met before shared an instant connection. A spark formed and a night neither of them would forget happened... as much as they want to. Sage remembered it from the bruises he left her. Oliver remembered it as a betrayal to his wife. Neither think they will see each other again, trying to move on with their lives and putting that night behind them. Until they run into each other again, in a very awkward situation. The night they spent together, is a night that formed something between them. Holding them close together for the future to come. The lies start to come out, a horrible betrayal is revealed to all, hurting those closest to them while a love has already begun to form.. Secrets don't stay hidden forever.

A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

He was horrible at remembering names. It was weeks before he stopped calling me 'Laura.' I don't even look like a Laura. And the way he never used the intercom system? How professional, my boss is screaming across the office for me. Again. He's arrogant. He's always seven minutes late. Couldn't keep an assistant around if his life depended on it. He didn't even deserve this company. Daddy served it to him on a silver platter. I could hear him tapping his stupid pen off of his stupid desk from all the way out here. I hate him. I hate him and his damn dimples too. I hate you Daniel Metzgar.

Angel Lastor, maker of her own demise and a modern day femme fatale. As a descendant of one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in the world, she is understandably revered and envied by those who knows her name. As a casual outlaw infamous for the unrelenting force of her fury and wanton lust for violence and a needle to her vein, her name is synonymous to a shot gun housing a set of bullet shells held to your head. It goes without saying that the last thing a rule abiding, saintly, and almost-too-good-to-be-true man like Frederick Richardson would want was to attach himself to a shit stain like Angel Lastor. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want, do we?