"I'm Park Jimin, I hope we can get along." What happens when the bullies meet their victim after 4 years? #1 jiminxbts category #1 jimincentric category #54 jihope category #94 park

How to describe Logan Pierce: Happy, bubbly, nice to everyone. He wasn't the type of boy anyone expected to be anorexic. How to describe Oliver Cross: Brutally honest, blunt, harsh, considered terrifying by most. He wasn't the type of boy anyone expected to be the sweet and caring guy Logan saw him for, the guy he used to be best friends with. #1 Bullying #18 in Lgbt

"I was raped" He typed into the chat forum, hoping that someone, anyone, would listen to the hell he had to live with. Fourteen-year-old Alex is going through what every teenager does. Self-discovery; along with a first boyfriend whom he thought he could share everything with, yet, in an instant, that small ounce of happiness he'd manage to catch, turned into his biggest nightmare. Until a chance encounter. WARNING: This is a story about rape and abuse. This story contains scenes and images that may be triggering to some. *Started - 6/27/16 - 4/12/18 *Unedited ver. *COMPLETED

Opal works the front desk in a mental hospital. One day they bring in a patient that has everyone completely rattled. They're taking up precautions she barely even knew they had, and all for what? One man? Sorry I'm bad at descriptions!! Give it a try!

Rowen lives in a world where dragon riders are rare and respected. When the next Choosing Ceremony comes around to reveal the newest batch of dragon riders, she looks forwards to seeing if there will be any females amongst the new recruits. Imagine her shock when the Choosing Ceremony doesn't go as she planned and she's whisked away to a life of dragons, magic and dragon riders.

NOW UPDATING ON KINDLE VELLA ONLY ~ Physical copies will be available for purchase once completed. **A MATURE FANTASY** Book #2 in the Elemental Heir Series. ******* "How long had it been? A month? Six? A year? More than a year? I didn't know. Couldn't say with confidence how long it had been since I had actually spoken out loud. I wondered if my vocal chords still worked... Or had they rusted over? Sometimes, I mouthed words to myself as I sat in the darkness. I didn't speak them... Just formed my lips around the syllables, just to see if my mouth remembered how. Sometimes I would sleep, and wake, only to lay there, un-moving, until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, and then I'd sleep again. Over, and over... Sometimes, I'd open my mouth just to stretch my jaw muscles after going days without using them. Sometimes, I'd stand up and stretch my arms and legs and back after not moving for hours on end. Sometimes, I'd close my eyes and try, try, try... Try to feel the weight of my wings, which were no longer there." ********** ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ This is a mature book. This book contains graphic violence, adult situations, and sexual content. 18+ readers only. *********** #1 in ROMANCE ~ 5/01/2020 ***********

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.

I anticipated every breath, and every word. Each day, you could only take an uneducated guess at what he would say. What he would do. My heart tremor as he leaned in. "I was wrong, sweetheart. I was so wrong," he whispered, the words tickling my ears. "Because with you, there are no doubts. Only love, so, so much love. And, I will spend every single day, every minute, and every fucking second proving that I deserve it." *** Kimberly Wrighton, the new girl who is desperate to make it through her senior year with as little issue as possible. The girl with a diary containing her insecurities, her secrets, and her true self. Kade Ryder, the typical popular guy who feeds off of fights, anger, and violence. The guy that gets whatever he wants, no matter who or what he has to destroy in order to get it. The bad boy that girls swoon over. The guy with a heart so cold, he would laugh in the face of someone's insecurities. This time, though, Kade had gone too far. What if the most rudest, arrogant, popular, and most beautiful man in your school took your diary? What if he read every thought, every bare emotion, and every word of it? What if, in the venture to get it back, you begin to see the real man behind the cold, hard exterior, the real you, and the real truth?

I crossed my arms defiantly,"Listen here buddy, you either give back what's mine or we do this the hard way," I glared, my gaze not straying from his. That pack of cookies is mine and I'd be damned if I let it go without a fight. Without breaking eye contact, he let go of my pack of cookies letting it fall unto the ground before he gave it a harsh stomp. An amused expression crossed his face as he turned to look at me,"What are you gonna do about it tesoro?" He taunted. "I'd gladly show you," I sneered, before doing something that every typical female would do. Kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Highest Ranking: #1 in TeenFiction (9/26/2020) #1 in Jokes (11/16/2020) #1 in Skittles (2/13/2021) #1 in Cookies (3/4/21) This is the Rewritten Version of The Bad Boy and My Cookie. Copyright 2020 ©ElaBearXx. All Rights Reserved.