Grey Carson is South Portland High School's nerd and outcast, bullied by everyone. Caster is the anonymous underground street fighter. What you wouldn't expect is that they're the same person. Ryan Tanner is the school's bad boy, and one of Grey's many bullies. He then goes to illegal fighting to get more money and that's where he meets Caster. He tries to find the identity of the girl fighter who beat his ass on her first try. When Grey's secret is on the verge of being exposed, she'll go to great risks to keep it hidden. And keeping it hidden from Ryan might be one of her greatest challenges yet. "The harder the struggle, the more glorious the triumph." ~~~ All Rights Reserved ~~~ #2 in Car - #3 in Crash - #4 in fighter - #105 in Teen Fiction

When Cassidy smith left her home town because of her bullying. She got bullied by her own brother and the populars. Cassidy leaves her home town for two years and comes back as a bad as. Follow the adventure of Cassidy during her transformation and when she gets back.

ON HOLD. Hello readers I have lost inspiration to continue this book right now I'm sure I will someday but not any time soon I deeply apologize but I love you all and thank you so much for liking my book. Jordan Smith is the new badgirl in town. She looks and acts the part. How are people going to react to her. Find out in the new badgirl...

Millie Sprouse is not the average teenager, she has been abused ever since her mother was out of the picture. She wears a hoodie to cover up the truth about her past. Then, Jake Wolf🐺 comes along and fixes her past with just everything Millie would not expect. She has recently found out the worst news of her life and doesn't know how she will survive it. Can Jake really fix Everything?

Ellie. Sarcastic. Ferocious. Independent. Strong. Stubborn. Volatile. She's the epitome of modern day girl. She's that dark haired beauty you see. She's not as gorgeous as others but still totally exoctic. He calls her his little spit fire. Adrian. Dark. Stong. Serious. Dominating. Headfast. Temperamental. He's the one who's been waiting for his mate since he was a child. Just not in all ways. He's the one with a godly figure that makes you go weak everywhere. She calls him the dictator. A single look. A single scent. That's all it took to take two lives and meld them together. According to the Moon goddess Ellie and Adrian are mates. Ellie isn't completely convinced that this stoic, possessive Alpha is meant for her considering all the walls she had built up are falling apart with every step he takes closer. Adrian has walls of his own that needs breaking down. -------------------------------- Suddenly the most delicious scent filled my nose. It was a mix of lemongrass and sage. It was a wonderful smell. I took another sniff of it. I took a long whiff of it. "Ellie?" Alan asked me worriedly. "Are you alright?" "Mhm just give me a 'sec." I followed the scent into the eyes of my mate. Adrian . Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack. Destroyer of my pack. HIGHEST: #257 IN Werewolf

read the book 💬 (SORT OF COMPLETE I GUESS) 💬 cringe warning 💬 written by an illiterate 13 year old in 2012

Being bullied for three years was lonely, stressful and depressing. This all happened to Angel and one day she had enough and left, but she came back but way more dangerous.

All I wanted to do was get a pair of combat boots. Black ones. I walk into the shoe store then walk to the aisle with combat boots. I've been here so many times to stare at them that I have the aisle memorized. I'm Dylan, Dylan Daniels. My family isn't poor. If you could call it a family. It's Mom and I in a townhouse. It's just my mom is a workaholic and I'm lucky if I see her for a minute. Some eighteen year olds would get high or drunk every night. She's not my mom, she took me in when my parents got in a car accident. She tells me to call her mom. In my case I work at Roquefield Towers as a receptionist from 1:30-5:00. If I ever want to buy anything I have to pay for it. Including food, any food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks. I walk to the Checkout Line, four people in front of me. I wait. When it's my turn, five men/guys in black clothing and black ski-masks walk in with guns aimed all directions.