*BOOK 1 of the WEREWOLF SERIES* "You're pregnant" Chace stated. My eyes widened. Oh shit. ------------------------------------- If you had told Lottie that her boyfriend of 4 years and best friend since diapers were sleeping together and that she slept with the Rivals Alpha she would laugh in you face. So what happens when it actually happens? But what happens when she finds out shes. Pregnant. A/N: It doesn't matter what order you read the stories in but it would be best to read them in order as there will be spoilers. Enjoy ☺️ *WARNING* I first wrote this when I was 13 so please excuse the mess at the start of this book, it gets moderately okay in the middle somewhere. Hopefully.

*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

"Brandon, please... more..." I moan out in a whisper. He speeds up his kisses and dips his tongue into my mouth. He sits back for a second and rips off his shirt. I quickly take off my sweatshirt and realize that I wore my lace bra. Brandon's eyes widen and for a second he just kneels on the bed staring down at me. I start to cover myself up thinking something is wrong but he grabs my wrists and pins them on either side of my head. "You are so beautiful Iz. Fuck." He says over me. "Touch me" A wicked grin spreads over his face. God this is gonna be a fun night... ~ Brandon and Izzie are coworkers... will their romance end their friendship or make working together all the more fun ;) Please give me feedback! I am always going back and making changes :) feel free to comment on any typos or misspellings as I edit as I go! Thanks for all you suggestions so far!

❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

Millie Ripley has only ever known one player next door. Luke Dawson. But with only a couple months left before he graduates and a blackmailer on the loose, will their love story stand the test of time? And will they both need to grow up to face the truth?

"I would gladly let you pass my class if you do one thing for me." "What is it?" WARNING:::: VERY MATURE -- I'm SORRY i even wrote this, i was 17. #1 ranking in 'Dolan' (& OMG!?!? that's insane ily guys so much)

WARNING very sexual taking any request with

"Let's do something more than drive" he smirk currently editing !!!

Tessa Benson is your normal teenage girl with dreams and future plans. She's on her way to college and all her friends are going to be there. When she gets to Stanford university in California, she finds her roommate to be the one and only Jack Gilinsky. How is it possible to be paired up with a guy? Jack is a guy who plays games and gets away with all them. Always gets his way, and always throws frat parties for frat boys. Tessa seems to be sexually attracted to jack for his looks. But he wants nothing more than just pure sex. What happens when they play, sex games?

🏆 Hit #1 Amazon Bestseller THE HARLEM PLUG Written By Harlem Holiday "To have once been a criminal is no disgrace. To remain a criminal is the disgrace." -Malcolm X In Harlem's tumultuous history, there are many tragedies. For those growing up in this part of New York City, a young man known simply as Fritz from West 112th Street became an urban legend in Harlem. In the 1970s, Richard "Fritz" Simmons is introduced to the drug trade, by an associate of the Lucchese crime family, one of the five families of La Cosa Nostra (the Mafia). After negotiating a deal with the Medellín Cartel, Fritz becomes New York's Cocaine Consignment King. The lucrative deal unlocks a lavish lifestyle with more money than Fritz's family and Harlem could've imagined. Now, distributing kilos of cocaine on a kingpin level to many well-known Harlem heavyweights, Fritz employs hundreds throughout the five boroughs of New York City and neighboring states. Fritz further extends his generosity in ways few from the community had ever seen. Fritz reigns supreme for over a decade in the drug game, making millions under the radar of the NYPD and he never got busted. Some look at Fritz as the Keyser Soze of the 80s. The most enigmatic drug dealer of that time. HARLEM HOLIDAY brings her readers the inside scoop after almost three-decades of silence, speculation, and secrecy. This biography is the inside story of Fritz never before told; the tale of how a lowly street hustler rises to orchestrate a one-man-syndicate. It's an account of events, as told by Fritz's family and closest friends, and details gathered from newspaper and magazine articles, court transcripts, and social media. Fritz's truth, joy, and despair are fully disclosed, while circumstances surrounding his death still remain a mystery.