[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

It's clear to see I'm a style icon; remember, you can't spell icon without "con." I love clothes, accessories, and makeup as much as the next lady, man, French bulldog in a sweater, or child whose parents dressed her in a couture Halloween costume, but telling people how they should look doesn't suit me (clothes pun!). I have no authority in that department-I barely even shop in department stores. Instead, this is a look at my own silly and nonsensical approach to style, and I promise only part of it is about sweatpants. This book is one part entertainment, one part irreverent fashion fun, and one part personal experience, including: -My closet staples and jewelry MVPs, and what's actually in my makeup bag -All about BLTs and BFFS . . . that is, Better-Looking T-Shirts and Best Feet Friends -The bad-hair-day character wheel -The Ten Commandments of online shopping -A handy flowchart to help you decide "Should I actually buy this?" -Red-carpet ridiculousness -Grace Expectations: What your denim says about you -And MORE! I'm not stylish-I'm self-aware. I'm not polished-I'm perceptive. I'm not trendy-but I love trying. Because when it comes down to it, "style" is just a simple way of saying "I showered." Grace Helbig is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Grace's Guide and a comedian, actress, and television and YouTube personality. @gracehelbig

Explicit Context... Successful, hard working, and no tolerance for non-sense attitude made Khloe Sparks the sophisticated, and cold hearted woman people feared. She never minded the loneliness her hard image brought and preferred the unattached life, that is until she blurts to her family that she in fact does have a boyfriend. Desperate she turns to her flirtatious neighbor Wes, a well known womanizer. Determined not to look like a fool in front of her family she makes a deal with Wes to pretend to be in a relationship with her, except this player doesn't want money, he only wants one thing. Her.  Too deep to back down Khloe plays along while keeping the icy walls around her heart up but can she keep Wes from capturing her heart? 

**Unedited, messy & with lots of mistakes. But you will still swoon if you give it a chance lol (but you've been warned)** After a bad breakup, Emily moves across the world to find herself. Getting involved in a relationship is the last thing she wants, but that changes when she meets a handsome stranger, who's perfect in every way, except one thing: he's the Prince of England. Prince with Benefits is a contemporary fairy tale filled with the delights and dramas of falling in love with the man of everyone's dreams. Thank you for the cover @moon_greyyy

Isabelle Parrier seemingly has everything, she is beautiful, has handsome boyfriend and is the most popular girl in her high school. But she is also cold and conniving, and does everything she wants. Everyone in her school is trying not to get on her bad side, because she has ways of destroying people through her vicious schemes. Elisa Brown seems to always persevere, despite Isabelle's efforts to bring her down. Isabelle hates Elisa with burning passion, sometimes for the reasons unknown even to her. Elisa is kind and gentle. She quickly rose to the ranks of second popular girl not only because of her breathtaking beauty but also because she wins people over with her incredible charisma and gentle soul. Elisa isn't really intimidated by Isabelle and rather curious of the reasons of Isabelle's animosity towards her. Is there something more behind Isabelle's hate towards Elisa? What will happen when she breaches the threshold of Elisa's patience? *WARNING* This book contains adult content, parental caution is advised. *** Copyright © 2013 by KhaleesiH. All rights reserved. Cover made by: AloneInWonderland

This is some recent stuff I've been going through. The meaning behind the title 'I Watched You Die' was basically watching some one I loved very much slowly hurt, as I still watch her hurt.

I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

I had every right to give my mind, body and soul to this man. He was flawless; perfection. A bead of sweat falling from his strong, musculine jaw onto his ripped pecs of his chest. I couldn't help but think of how I wanted to catch it with my tounge after it ran just underneath his belly botton. His pants hang loosely on his hips so that I could see his perfect v-shape with the trail of golden-brown hairs right in the center of his perfect strong, chiseled body. Now that we're together and happy, I have someone after me. Someone that's trying to kill us both. Is it worth it being with the most handsome cop you've ever laid your eyes on? Or is it too much to handle and you walk away from it all without looking back? Read along to find out... Please be 18 and ⇧ to read, I'd hate to corrupt the young minds. And yes, this story was originally 'Sins of a School Girl' but I began to really dislike it so I changed it. *currently being edited and under construction* Please vote and let me know what you think. Enjoy!