Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

I'm just your average guy. Full time student and part time barista. But then one day, things change. Met two guys who will change my life forever. Join me as i try to handle this big change that happens to my life. ----- I'll put this story on hiatus. But don't worry, this story will be active again. ----- This story might get a reset this Spring/Summer 2017, so watch for it.

A cringey antiseptiplier and septiplier book

|Highest Ranks| 🏅# 2 in 3rdperson 🏅#2 in non-fanfic "I'm sorry, I really am sorry Steph" Marshall frown stepping closer to her now and taking her face in his hands. His thumb runs over her cheeks wiping her tears away. "I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to have you Steph" Marshall frowns. "Well you did....and you still continue to do so" Steph cries not bothered to push him away. "And I'm sorry Steph, I truly am sorry" he apologize again his face now inches away from her's. His green eyes soft and glossed over. Her big brown eyes stares up at him watching as he move the strands of hairs that were falling on her face back before wiping her tears as he slowly move closer to her more his lips inches from hers. Steph stay frozen where she was feeling his warm breath hitting her face unable to move. Marshall's eyes move up to meet her as if asking for permission. Taking her silence as permission Marshall crash his lips on hers. His warm lips caressing her's softly. A familiar warm feeling spreads through her body. WARNING ⚠️ BE READY FOR THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER THIS BOOK IS GOING TO TAKE YOU ON ⚠️ His Toy 2 is now out

Highest Rankings #1 in plussize #2 3rdperson * * * "Please dont kill me." She exclaimed jokingly, but there was a hidden truth behind that statement. He's scary. He doesn't say anything just... stares. She rubbed her face to make sure she didn't have anything messy on her face. Maybe he see's some of the Nutella on her face that she ate earlier. Omg....what if he thinks its poop? "Look in not into that kind of stuff," Midnight said frantically. He looks at her like he's confused. She decided to elaborate more. "You know," Midnight came closer to whisper in his ear. "That two girls, one cup stuff." When she looked back at him, he looks like he would rather be having another conversation than this one. She started again, laughing nervously. "I'm not judging you or anything, if you're into that stuff, then so be it." He starts to walk forward towards her, while she back away. "Really, this is a no-judge zo-" His finger on her lips stopped her from talking. Midnight stared to get chills running throughout my body. She almost got a an urge to lick his finger. You're such a slut midnight. 'I can't help it, he looks so yummy. I'm pretty sure he tastes like chocolate,' she thought. Yum, he'd taste like dark chocolate because he's bitter. "Can you please shut the fuck up for both of our sakes?" He questioned her, but the way he speaks makes her know that it's a demand. His deep voice brings chills across her curvaceous body. Rude. He's still sexy though. * * * Midnight Rowan is an ordinary chubby girl struggling through High School. Her life changes when she realizes that her world is full of supernatural creatures. Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves. When Grey becomes part of Midnight's life all she does is run. After all, she has Lupophobia, the fear of wolves. * * *