COMPLETED "I think you're hiding something," he said accusingly, his voice low and dangerous. "I think you're crazy," I retorted. My heart was beating rapidly. ~ When you lead a life kept to the shadows- metaphorically and physically- it can be hard to make friends. I'm not going to say I was a loser, a complete outcast at my school. In fact, there was no one that I shared a hatred with. My life, which was more or less secretive, was completely shaken when Emmett Dean rocked himself into my world. Completely uninvited, might I add. And all he did was spill his spaghetti on me. ~ Coves are encouraged! Highest Ranking: #14 - 9/27/17 *UNEDITED featured by Teen Fiction

COMPLETED BUT EDITING ~~~~🌸~~~~ "Look who joined us boys. If it isn't the GG herself." I rolled my eyes and taped my hands as one of the annoying jocks sauntered my way. "What are you doing here GG? Book club is in the other hallway." I heard his little group laugh and I stood up once I was done taping my hands. Standing at my full height I was only up to his nose, but I didn't care, "You know maybe if your egotistical head wasn't shoved so far up your butt, maybe you could actually make some friends who like you." I turned on my heel and walked to an open mat when the jock who I had just insulted, grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him, "You can not speak to me like that you Good Girl." I was getting so tired of the nick name, "Then fight me and see how much of a 'Good Girl' I really am." ~~~~🌸~~~~ When Daytona Lyn literally runs into Logan Wylde, things kind of start to go down hill from there. She gets threatened, deceived, and it all takes a toll on her for the worst. Someone even makes it their personal goal to see her suffer to the point of no return. Between the lies, deception, hurt, and everything else that could possibly go wrong in her life, will Logan be able to save her, or will she be too far gone? ******************** #58 in Drama- 09/16/18 #45 in Romance- 07/11/19 #31 in Teen Fiction- 04/14/18 #8 in Teen Fiction- 11/28/18 #3 in Drama -07/24/19 #2 in Humor- 10/3/18 Copyright @maybooks04

Highest ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction -- "Sunshine, what guy do you know has a weird fetish with sign language?" She's the aftermath of a high school party nightmare. Tragedy robbed her of her innocence and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court called her a liar, and the guilty was set free. Now memories plague her mind and trap her in solitude. She was forced to learn sign language, struggling to find a way to voice her silence. He's the definition of the boy she tried to stay away from. The epitome of harsh rumors and hopeless fantasies. The source of lies and blame. He's analyzed, misunderstood, and utterly mysterious. And he may be the one to find her voice. When they meet, she gets accustomed to his arrogance and he gets accustomed to her silence. An essay is what brings them together, but what happens when he starts asking too many questions? Will her past continue to drag her down, or will he save her? Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, but it doesn't always work how it's supposed to. *different summary inside* "Perfect amount of tragedy, humor, and romance!" -Sparkles530 "I feel like I learned a lot from your story, thank you." - 980Sarah "This book is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it on Wattpad." -AKRathan "I just want to say that Silently Falling was one of the best books I've ever read. It's so beautiful and heartwarming and the way you described the progress of their relationship was beautiful." -Rafyrofy "Perfect ending." -TaylorxTaterxTot COVER: Ensurel

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

La leyenda del Hilo Rojo nos dice que puede estirarse y contraerse, pero jamás romperse. ¿Que sucede cuando eso pasa? Hayley es una paramedico, tiene una vida feliz, junto a su familia, amigos y su novio. Un suceso trágico hace que ese hilo se rompa y la vuelva a atar a alguien más. Sólo que ni ella ni él lo saben y desean. Pero hay un problema, ella es la única que lo ve.

Autor: Jack London "Ningún hombre tiene ese aspecto si no ha atravesado un infierno y sólo es un chico." A simple vista no causaba buena impresión a sus compañeros, sólo era un chico de no más de dieciocho años ni muy desarrollado para su edad. Había algo en sus ojos negros, escalofriante, inescrutable. Ardían como fuego, gélidos, con una profunda y concentrada amargura. Día tras día acudía al trabajo: barrer, fregar, limpiar. Y a su manera trabajaba arduamente para la eminente Revolución Mexicana. No es un espía -confió Vera a May Sethby-. Es un nacionalista... hazme caso. El más patriota de todos nosotros. Lo sé, lo siento... Ausencias seguidas de regresos triunfales en los que, sin avisar, dejaba monedas de oro sobre la mesa de May Sethby. Y de nuevo, llegaba temprano y se quedaba hasta muy tarde. Arrellano se lo había encontrado aún a medianoche imprimiendo el texto con los nudillos recién heridos, o quizá era su labio, partido hacia poco, el que aún sangraba. Su mal carácter se manifestaba físicamente. En ocasiones traía un labio partido, una mejilla amoratada o una oreja hinchada. Era evidente que se metía en líos en algún lugar de ese mundo externo donde comía, dormía, conseguía dinero y vivía de un modo que ellos desconocían... -Es un matón -dijo Arrellano. -Frecuenta lugares de mala nota -añadió Ramos... -podría llorar por él -dijo May Sethby-. No tiene a nadie. Odia a todo el mundo. A nosotros nos tolera porque somos la representación de su deseo. Está solo, muy solo... ____________________________ Comparto esta novela corta y no tan conocida, que es de mis favoritas por la intensidad y apasionamiento de su personaje principal, el mensaje que transmite y en especial un particular gusto por la riqueza narrativa de este autor que plasma en sus obras toda su experiencia y vivencias personales tan particulares que las vuelven muy significativas y autenticas. ■

Lara lleva muchos años sin tener un corazón roto. Hay un límite para lo que una persona puede sufrir por amor y ella lo había superado varias veces. Por ello, nunca se involucraba con hombres. No seriamente, al menos. Jacob necesita desesperadamente salir de un matrimonio sin amor en el que lleva atrapado varios años. Solo quiere divorciarse en paz. Y si es posible, volver a ver a aquella chica de ojos cafés. Lara es abogada de divorcios y Jacob necesita divorciarse. Sus caminos se entrelazan sin intención de separarse otra vez. Ahora, trabajando juntos para conseguir un divorcio justo, la chispa surge y amenaza con destrozar la poca estabilidad emocional que tanto le ha costado construir a Lara. #1 en chick-lit - 5/11/2020

«¿Es posible enamorarse en siete horas?» *** Brenner está estresado, cansado y sin su dosis diaria de cafeína. Lo único que le faltaba era quedar atrapado en un elevador con una total desconocida. ¿Y adivinen que pasó? Lo está. Amy suele tener mala suerte. Desde levantarse tarde y perder una importante reunión con su jefe, hasta ser atacada por conejos. Pero nada la preparó para quedar atrapada en un elevador con el peor director ejecutivo de la empresa. Dos personalidades totalmente diferentes. Un elevador y un lapso de tiempo indeterminado. © Registrada en Safe Creative

Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?