(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

"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.)

"Game over...thank you for playing." I whispered softly as his forehead rested on mine gently. "But maybe I want to play more...maybe the next level is still undefeated." He said with a tone that meant he wasn't done. Love is just a word until someone comes up and gives it a definition. Maybe Alex is my definition. Maybe I’ve waited long enough; maybe he’s the one I’ve been searching for. But… We're all in the same game; just different levels. {Sequel to Let's Play a Game}

Olivia O'Brien's life is turned upside down when she finds famous and notorious billionaire, Axel Wilde on her bed. And like his name, he's WILD. Copyright © 2014 IziKing. All rights reserved.

**Please forgive my mistakes and crappy-ness. I am under-going editing... It may take a while. Thank you for reading and making it hit over FIVE MILLION reads omfg :'D ^_^ BUT IT IS GETTING EDITED...SLOWLY....SO PLEASE IGNORE MISTAKES AND STUPIDITY :)))** ❝I hear you're a player... So lets play a game. Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight, let's talk 24/7. Let's tell each other good morning and good night every day, let's take walks together, let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each others' friends, let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long, let's hold each other... And kiss and hug each other. And whoever falls in love first? Loses.❞

Emma Miller didn't know that one run in with the school's bad boy, Aiden Black, would make her life go in all different directions. She didn't know that one little accidental bump into him would throw her into a world of drugs, violence and bad guys. Even with all that, she didn't know that one little accidental bump would cause her to fall for this certain bad boy. Join Emma in this exciting twist with love and danger.© All Rights Reserved 2013 (Lisa S.)

All of Peyton's and Cody's moments, wrapped into one

I watch as he closes his door, he does it so slowly that I can barely comprehend what he has in store for me. This man is everything to me, his dark complexion and his light brown hair, the way he looks in a suit, I can't help but want to kiss him forever. He finally ends up two inches from me and he places a gentle hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my arms around him tightly and we stay that way for a moment, "Don't be afriad, Victoria," he murmurs against my neck. "I could never run from you." I pull away and give him a hard look. "How could you not, I'm a mess. No man can love a broken girl." His eyes soften. "Don't say that-" "Say what Tyler? The truth? They all promise they'll stay, but not one keeps it. Everyone gets tired of me at some point and so will you." He doesn't say anything and I almost laugh at how right I am. Out of no where he grabs my face, "I'll do whatever it takes." And before I know it our lips press, and the tears come.

Who is James Talon Harrington the Fourth? His friends would say he's the pretty boy of the group. His coach would say he's a dedicated football player. His mother would say he's a loving son, and his father would say he's a younger version of him. However there's only one person who knows the truth. This is his story.