She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Sixteen year old Mae Parker was alone. All she had was her mother and her mothers boyfriend- who Mae hated. After Junior year her mother decides to ship her out to her fathers house in Hollywood for the summer. With no friends and a father that hates her presence, she is lost. But one plane trip could change her life. Adorable and sweet Tristan Dawson, the boy in the plane seat next to her would make her summer better than she could have ever imagined. But little does she know what he is really hiding. Tristan is one of the most famous teenagers in Hollywood, fresh off a new movie deal.

Nettalyn Apiston, a girl with hyperacusia, or enhanced hearing, is not an ordinary girl. Well, she's peculiar even for a peculiar. She lives in Miss Grouse's Home for Special Children. There, she doesn't have many friends. When a letter arrives from her older brother Hugh, telling her to come to Cairnholm Island fast, she believes it's a chance for a fresh start. However, she ignores the urgency in the letter, and when she gets there, is completely unprepared for what she will find. I don't own Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Ransom Riggs does. I own Nettalyn Apiston.

* COMPLETED & being REWRITTEN for publishing * Kodi has been locked away in her house since the whole apocalypse started. The thing is she's not sure whether the monster within the house is any better than the ones who've begun to take over the world one corpse at a time. Of course, how was she supposed to know the day the world ended was the same day her life would begin? #1 in Adventure #1 in Zombie

( THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION ) **VERY CRINGE WORTHY IM WARNING YOU**😖 **VERY CLICHE**😖 He's a bit on the edge She's the good girl. He's popular. She hides in the shadows. He has everyone falling for him. She's been bullied almost her whole life. He's dating her best friend. She's in love with her best friends boyfriend. What can go wrong? ~ ~ ~ I nodded my head slowly. Damon leaned down and once again kissed me with passion. His fingers threaded through my hair which made me shiver. His lips felt so good on mine and I wanted to stay like this forever. "For a long time, I've always wanted to know what your lips tasted like. And now I know. Soft, sweet and sugary," He said in between kisses and rubbed his thumb across my jawline softy. "I just can't find it in me to stay away from you. And the thought of you with him changes something in me," He leaned his forehead back on mine and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Damon I-" "Shhh," He mumbled and kissed my lips again. My knees once again weakening. ~ ~ ~ Jealously. Heartbreak. Fights. Unexpected friendships Life just got harder for Hermione Scott. || Highest Ranks || #1 in nerd #1 in player #1 in romance #1 in siblings #1 in funny #1 in complicated #1 in heartbreak #2 in best friends #3 in teenager #3 in good girl #4 in bullied #5 in alone #9 in bad boy #11 in love #38 in cliche © 2018 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. ~ 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 7, 2020 ~

"I can't let fear get in the way. I know that I am a strong person, and I will do this." It is the year 2056, and Canada is a different country. Every odd year, the government requires each of the thirteen provinces and territories to send in a fourteen year old boy, and the next year, on the even year, a fifteen year old girl is required. What becomes of these teens, no one knows. But Amber Matlock is determined to find out. Even if it means becoming one of the teens owned by the government, and crushing her mother. Amber will do anything to find out. cover made by @hayleymonroe

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"I know we dreamt of these things, but now it seems like your standards are too high." Adira Archibong wants to be a supermodel, but as she steps into a world of money, fame, and detrayal, she learns that the only people she can trust are her friends. ***** Adira Archibong is starting out in the Nigerian modelling industry, but quickly loses her agent when she refuses to go nude for a shoot. Then she's approached by Benjamin, a modeling executive, who brings her into his agency, but also wants to date her. Soon she and Benjamin are a couple, but as time goes on she learns more about him and the secrets he keeps. There are lies surrounding all men in Adira's life. As a model, the only people she can trust are her friends. But will they be enough to save her? (Content and/or Trigger Warning: Sexual assault)