They hated each other since they were kids. Shane Brontë was the boy who made fun of her hair in kindergarten. He laughed when she scrapped her knee when she fell in fifth grade. And he moved away when they were in seventh grade, saying one last thing before he left. "When I come back, I will be a lot worse. You think that I am bad now? Just wait." Then he returns as a senior, and he is no longer a lanky boy. He is muscled, and mysteriously hot. He is going for the kill, to break her. But what if he falls for her before he can?? Despite her hate for Shane, Bianca James feels oddly attracted to Shane. Will she succumbed to him, even as she thinks that she is being played? Is he playing her, or is he really falling for her? |#24 in romance 05/10/19| |#20 in bullying 04/16/19| |#16 in Highschool 04/25/19| |#41 in TeenRomance 08/15/20| Copyright © 2019 All Rights Reserved This book was written by me and I will not deal with plagiarism.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT AND THERE ARE GRAMMAR MISTAKES I pushed at his chest, but it was useless. He stayed, his arms caging me in. "Anastasia," he hummed against my ear, my name rolling off his tongue. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you." I couldn't deny it anymore, I was his. ~>~ A romance novel Started: 11/28/2017 Finished : 03/04/2018 Highest Ranking: #96 12.27.2017

----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, therein making her a legend! Easy as pie. Until she gets found. A series of blatant lies and lucky breaks later and she is mistaken to be one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this predicament Kate couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she has to do is keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. What a fantastic position she is in! There are just two problems. One being him. Alessio. The Don, the Godfather, the Capo di tutti capi (the boss of bosses) who has taken a keen interest in Kate. Even that is something she could probably handle for one night. Except problem number two. They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the month. Alessio's interest in Kate threatens to expose her, something she would surely die from. He knows she doesn't belong but it's not as though she could have just waltzed in, right? By the time Kate realizes that not even the greatest scoop is worth the price, she is in far too deep to call it quits now. ~~~Praise for When The Sun Goes Down~~~ Natasha427: "It was so captivating that I may or may not have spent the last several hours holed up in my room frantically scrolling down to read more. I LOVED IT!" uninteresting17: "You're my soulmate. I love just everything about your writing." Daisy_Blue: "Has anyone seen my heart? It seems to have been ripped out and tossed across the ocean." NaughtyPlease: "I am beyond obsessed with this piece of literature heaven!!!"

Darcy is getting ready for Thor and Jane to come over for dinner only to have the God of Mischief hear her singing a song about Loki. Semi song Fic Tasertricks fanfiction

{I wrote this in 7th grade, so I apologize for how poorly it may have been written. It's a little cringey but a lot of you seem to really enjoy it HAHA. The story is NOW COMPLETED and I hope you enjoy!} "Kiss me." He smirked pulling me closer to his chest. "Andrew I have a boyfriend." I nervously reminded him. "I don't care." I stared up at his dark eyes as they intently stared back. "Let go of me." "Why?" I tried to pull away and failed miserably. His grip was just too tight around my waist. "I said let go!" I screamed at him clenching my jaw. My frustration seemed to amuse him. "Stop being such a freaking prude Ash." He chuckled with a smirk. He leaned in closer just inches away from my ear. My heart hammered against my chest when I felt his hot breath on my ear. "I want you." ••• Ashley Freely. That's the girl. The girl that I needed to know. The girl, I couldn't stop thinking about. I knew from that first day that she would be mine. I knew that despite everything in our way, that I'd make her my girl. I knew she wasn't available to me, but I didn't care. Somehow, someway, I'd get her. There was just something that pulled me in. Everything about her intrigued me, and for the first time I knew what I wanted. I wanted her.

"Why don't you go back to Hell?" I spat, fury boiling in the pit of my stomach. A dry smile played on his lips. "Haven't you heard, Cupcake? The Devil has yet to enter the realms of Hell." Follow the tale of Demi Lawson and Aidan Benson as they each tear down the stone wall the other has hid behind for one too many years... One beautiful, fucked up brick at a time. • • • • • WARNING: This story contains mature language/swearing, somewhat intense scenarios, clichés here and there, and a roller coaster of emotions. You're free to enter, but do so at your own risk. ****ALSO: This story is centered around eating disorders. If you're easily triggered by such material I would advise you don't read!**** © XxJessInfinityxX 2015 {Highest Standing: #2 on Teen Fiction) {Cover by: JuneMidnight}

"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.)

He's mythologically hot, a little bit wicked, almost 100% immortal. And he'll hit you right in the heart . . . --- Lila Black doesn't believe in matchmaking, let alone soul mates. So why is she constantly being hassled by the Cupids Matchmaking Service? But this gilded, cherub-bedecked dating agency isn't exactly what it seems . . . and it's about to turn Lila's entire world upside down. It turns out that Cupids Matchmaking is the real deal. As in, it's run by actual cupids―who don't look at all like they do in the paintings―and they have a serious problem with Lila's "match." Because this guy shouldn't be in the system. He shouldn't have a match. And while he's irresistibly hot, he's also incredibly dangerous. Because Lila's true love match is Cupid. The original bad boy of love. And he wants her. Now Lila's once-normal teenaged world has exploded into a mythological nightmare overrun by crime-lord sirens, wrathful cupid hit men, magic arrows that cause no end of trouble, and a mischievous, not-so-angelic love god she can't seem to stop herself from falling for . . .

Ashley's POV. I left the cafeteria looking for Damon. Then all of a sudden, I heard a door creak open. I turned around and saw nothing. Then I felt hands around my waist and pull me into a room. Before I could see who it was, he smashed his soft pink lips onto mine. It felt so good, but so wrong. My hands were on his torso, and damn his abs feel like polished rocks! He tried to pull my shirt up, but I pushed him away. Then I realised who I just kissed. Connor Adams. The leader of the top 5, all the girls either swoon over them or get used by them. I'm warning you, they can crush your heart. I, Ashley Winston. Just kissed Connor Adams.