"Yeah, But-" I tried to say. "No more buts. Just get your cute little butt to bed so we can cuddle." He commanded. People do crazy things just for the thrill of it. Zoe Tyler never experienced or understood that. That was until she met Matthew Espinosa. The boy who taught her how to love and be a little Reckless. This book cannot be duplicated or altered without my permission. All ideas and quotes (unless given credit) are mine. Copyright © 2014 by ayecalifornia

Hailey Reneé is now 16 years old. But when she was 14, the boys now in a group called Magcon would bully her and beat her up everyday at school. Her sister gives her a make over and everything changes. Two years later, Hailey meets the guys again. But everything's changed. And Cameron, Matt, Shawn, Aaron, Jack from thatsojack, and Jake fall in love with her. But when she can't choose between Shawn, Matt, and Cameron, things go haywire. *FIRST EVER MAGCON BULLYING/MAKEOVER FANFICTION*

After 17 years of being the only child, Jack finally finds out he has a twin sister. His friends seem to like it

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...