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"You've heard of Karma?" asks Zack. "Of course I have!" I say with a somewhat fake smile on my face. 'Of course I've heard of myself' I think to myself. I don't know if Zack is blind or not but he didn't seem to notice that my smile was fake. Either that or he was just a really good actor. "Really? So you're a graffiti fanatic yourself?" he asks. "If that's the way you want to put it then yeah!" I reply back. "Wow, I didn't know that the smartest girl in school had somewhat of a dark side." he says. " Some things can really surprise the hell out of people." I say. 'No kidding!' I think to myself. "Well did you hear...." I zone out as Zack suddenly starts spouting out random things about Karma (me), in case you didn't figure it out already, things that I already knew. When I look over Zack's shoulder to see him. Alex, short for Alexander Coldman. Before you even ask, yes, the last name definitely fits this guy's attitude. The clichéd 'bad boy'. And Alex was staring right at me. Reason? I have no frickin clue.
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When Kara Scythe, the smartest girl in school, is just that, but only more. Kara is the famous Karma, the graffiti artist. But no one knows this except her best friends. At the age of 17, Karma has made quite the name for herself and has built quite the respect from other graffiti artists, to the point that kids at her school have started talking about her next big tag. Only this time, Karma wants to leave her mark. But there are two problems. Alexander Coldman and the police. Known for his cold demeanor, Alex has taken an interest in Kara. He knows that she's hiding something, and he wants to find out what that secret is. As for the police? Well, you should already know what that's about. What Kara sees as real art, others see it as destruction of property. But isn't that what art is about? Finding beauty in destruction?
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Bloody War (NOW PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK)
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The Art of Breaking Hearts ✓
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My Teddy
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Verboten/FORBIDDEN
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The Baddest :Book One: (Editing)
*WARNIO!! This is my second book I wrote on Wattpad. THERE will be mistakes!* Read at yo own dang risk! "Who is she?" "Can you get me her number?" "Can you shut up, she is right there." I watch as the boys whisper in front of me. I raise my eyebrows and wait until they realize that I am standing only a few feet away from them. "I'm V, no you can't have my number, and yeah I'm right here." I eye all three of the boys with curiosity. And they seem to be doing the same to me. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I'm known as the baddest of them all. The one who has no past. The one that doesn't even give you a glance. Because I don't need to waste my time on others. People can see my outside, leather jacket, ripped jeans, chewing bubblegum. But people can't see what's on the inside, unless you let them in. And only one person has ever seen me for... me. I'm just a normal 17 year old girl grieving with a dark past. But on the outside I'm a 18 year old girl with a bad reputation. Three new transfer students come into Valentine's life. There names are Axel, Phoenix, and Shepherd. Valentine needs help with the unbearable grief that life throws her way. And maybe... just maybe these three unique boys can help with that. But Valentine seems to forget that they are just strangers. She didn't know the past the boys hide behind their black sunglasses. They might get her in trouble, but they will get her out of it too. *There is a sequel to this book: The Wildest* ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ #119 youngadult 7/9/18 #24 action-adventure 8/10/18 #59 loss 8/11/18 #353 adventure 8/13/18 #10 grieving 8/20/18 #7 badreputation 9/3/18Concluída
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After Hours
"Cool, lets go!" we jumped off his bed and ran towards his stairway, where he sat on his railing. "What are you doing?" I asked the crazy person. "Being cool," He jested just before he began to slide down his railing like a little kid. I just imagined him with a pair of shades covering his sea blue eyes, and pointing two finger shaped guns my way. Once he got to the bottom he jumped off to the side. "Your turn" He chirped to me. "Um..no I don't think so," "Come on! Don't be such a Debbie downer. I promise I will catch you," "This does not look safe" I pondered, moving slightly toward the railing. "It isn't," I widened my eyes. "Just do it, you will love it trust me," "Ugh, I think your crazy is rubbing off on me," I defeatedly stated. "Then you should be thanking me," That stupid smirk was back, and prominate through his handsome features. "And why is that," I asked quizzically. "Because crazy people live longer. Your welcome," I laughed harder than I should have to this before putting my butt on top of the railing and sliding down. Alex Rider is a spoiled arrogant jerk who is known to show up to school late and never try in class. He parents are finally done with having to pay to get him out of trying in anything. They decide to get him a tutor, but what they don't realize is they are setting their son up with the angel he's been wishing for. His tutor is a polite, sweet girl who doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Everyone is her friend, but she doesn't go out much. Just like everyone in the world, she has a chip on her shoulder that she's been trying the shake off since freshman year. She believes she can break this cocky teenager, but will she break more than she's willing to handle?Concluída
#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.
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