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The Jealousy Game {Completed} by xXForever_LoveXx
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Roll up, roll up. Need to make your ex realise that letting you go was the worst mistake they ever made? Need to make your enemy realise that you are, in fact, desirable? Or maybe your crush needs that little extra push that makes him realise that you’re everything they ever wanted. Well, then I have the perfect game for you. It will make your boyfriend/enemy/crush realise how much they want you. And, most of the time, it all works out for you. It’s simple: You pretend to be with someone; be the perfect doting couple, and make everyone in a ten-mile radius want to throw up at the sight of your PDAs. Then, voila, he realises just how perfect you really are. But what could this wonderful game possibly be called? I’m sure you guessed it, but if you’re not-so-bright, here’s the name: The Jealousy Game ~SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE LYING, CHEATING, BETRAYING, PAIN, AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOUR PRETEND BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND. THIS IS IN NO WAY THE GAME’S FAULT: THIS ONE’S ALL ON YOU ~ All Marley Adams wants it to get back at her ex-boyfriend for dumping her for another girl. Desperate and completely out of options, she enlists the help of her ex-childhood best friend, Noah Fordman. What follows is a riveting game of lies, secrets, deception and revelations. But just how hard must you play…. To beat the Jealousy Game. || Book Two of the Pranking the Bad Boy Series || Trailer: IAmChasingMavericks
Pranking the Bad Boy {Completed} by xXForever_LoveXx
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Grace Holland was never the kind of girl to consider payback. Until one Friday night when she makes possibly the biggest mistake of her life: she gets on the wrong side of Cole Adams. But what she never expected (but probably should have) was that he would come back fighting, double. What ensues is a rivalry between them that involves skill, secrecy, masterful planning and a whole lot of humiliation that'll make even the most egotistical of people blush from embarrassment. Stay tuned for secrets, pranks, laughter and maybe (possibly) even some love thrown into the mix. And what has Grace done to make all this happen? Well, she must be Pranking the Bad Boy. || BOOK ONE OF THE PRANKING THE BAD BOY SERIES || Cover: diprox Trailer: sofiesss
Better Than Revenge [Unedited - 2012 Version] by TheFlamingPopsicle
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Christian Ryder may be seen as a heartthrob by the majority of the world's female population, but to Sophia Hastings, he might as well be the newest addition to her hometown's local zoo. Sophia is a young, aspiring actress with big dreams who swears having to work with Christian Ryder wouldn't be worth all the fame in the world. Christian is a cocky womanizer whose world is turned upside down when he realizes his new leading lady just so happens to openly hate his guts. Is it even possible for Christian and Sophia to learn to get along long enough to make a movie, or will hatred, scandal and childish games destroy their careers? *** My eyes widened and I randomly exclaimed, "Oh, my God!" "What?" "Christian, thanks to you, I now understand what people mean when they say you're dark and handsome!" Christian looked smug. "I knew you would eventually." "They mean that when it's dark, you're handsome!" The smug look on his face disappeared. "I hate you." *** Contains some spoilers to Kidnap My Heart.
His Number by ForeverYoung411
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Charlotte Everley and her best friend had a tradition. Every summer on June 26th, they call one number--one random number of the same area code, purely for entertainment. When Charlotte's best friend Stella found love with the help of their 'tradition', she added another reason. To find Charlotte a boyfriend. After three years of endless match ups, set ups, blind dates. and not to mention two calls to, thankfully, female receivers, the summer of eleventh grade comes rolling by, and so does the fateful day of June 26th. The only difference is that, this time, the stranger behind the phone is most definitely male. And the president's eighteen year old son.
Not all Blondes do Backflips by CrayonChomper
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Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper
The Bad Boy Stole My Diary  by _neanea_
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"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not." **************************** My dad had given me a simple journal that I thought I'd never use. When I found out he died in a car crash, that next week, I decided to start writing all my feelings in it because I'm not really good at expressing them verbally. My journal was full of decent thoughts... Well some were decent, Until I met Dillon Taylor. He was the cocky, annoying, loud mouthed boy next door that wouldn't turn his music down if the queen of England walked in his room. So one night, I finished my diary entry and fell asleep. I left the window open because it was hot. Bad idea. I heard some fiddling in my room so I turned on my lamp. Only to see that annoying boy from next door's body was halfway out my room window-- with my diary in his hand.