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Ivory Morgan had spent her whole life wanting to be loved then, just like that she wasn't. With a dark home and a bright, yet unstable future ahead of her. Will she let him love her? Will she let the boy has made her life hell help her? Will she see him the way he see her? Will she get over her fear of letting someone in or just be the closed book ,that she has been for so long, on her shelf? Will she turn out like her mother? Or worse, like her father? Because that's what love dose to you, makes someone your home, right? Is is so bad to be homeless?All Rights Reserved

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Loved U Yeserday by LuthandoMp

"Go! Just... go okay?!" As she miserably forced me out and slammed the door before me, the gentle breeze the door made upon the faint collision, bracing my forehead. Tears began streaming from her eyes and she fought desperately to keep them back, like the last droplets of water to reluctantly seap from a tap. My heart sank, ripping apart as it did. I hated seeing her like this, hated whenever we fought, hated how I was always at fault... How'd I get here? I promised myself I wouldn't fall, not again... not ever. What has become of that? She's the first person since---well, my past---that has been able to break down the prison walls I had built, and force her way into the bunker I had buried my heart in. She's the first person to actually tolerate the desolate state in which she found my heart. First person not to run away at the sight of it's frozen, shattered, hurt core. She picked up the broken pieces and took her time to put them back together, no matter how sharp they were or how much they sliced and jabbed at her, no matter how much I try to destroy her... I came to this university in seek of education, a better future for my family, it seems the pleasures of not having mother pouring down my neck and romances have distracted me from my goals. I knew I didn't have another heated fight in me today, so I braced for the stairs... as my fingers graced the smooth, steel skin of the rails, I turned back. Hesistating to knock at her door again, I pushed it wide open and let myself in. She had been waiting for me, tears still running down her face, despite her rigorous attempts to stop them. "What took you so long?" She said, as a cheeky smile tugged at her lips. I grabbed her by the waist, elevated her onto the kitchen island as she wrapped her legs around me, and we began the somewhat toxic cycle all over again---with the final stage... a passionate make up session.

His Sunshine | ✓ by pink_flamingo_09

She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

Bound To Be by thee_arielle

Trigger warning for the following: -mature content -some strong language -fighting -mentions of abuse Everything was cool. It was fine and normal until, a new family moves I'm next door. The beautiful family seemed normal enough, but something was off. Their son didn't fit into the rest of them. He was mysterious and seemed a little bit standoffish. He seemed rude and like he didn't belong. Meeting him went well, and she catches his eye. Going to school together and their families spending some time together causes them to grow closer. So close that things happen. What happens? Do sparks fly?

Cry For Me by DesG143

Camryn has always been the outcast. The fact that she was adopted as a baby labels her as some sort of freak, but in reality she's the same as everyone else if not better. She's lived a pretty lonely social life but will that all change when a bad boy with good intentions moves in next door? How long will they be able to stay just friends?

HIS BEAUTIFUL SECRET (completed) by BellaVanice

***COMPLETED*** Sky's home life was a little piece of hell on earth. She often had to fight past the pain, but she always found a way to become stronger. When Jake came into her life, he changed everything. She knew from the start that theirs would not be a fairytale romance. They came from two different worlds but could Jake find a way to make her part of his? ******** The thought of him going to the other room and leaving me, literally made my body ache, didn't he know how much I needed him? I wasn't going down without a fight. Slipping my t-shirt off of my shoulder, I gave him my best pouty face and pleaded with him, "You wouldn't leave me all alone in this big, cold bed would you?" He shot me a look that I can only describe as a warning, "Fight fair Sky, I am only human!"

Tutoring the Bad Boy (Completed) by funfusion

Tutoring the Bad Boy. ~~ He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do." I blushed a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That ain't happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy. He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass." ~~ Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale. And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable. No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle! Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper. Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts. Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they? (A/N: Contains a lot of 'F' words and grammatical mistakes. Don't say you weren't warned.)

Someone Willing to Stay by read_to_escape13

"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

Break Me by brownhair_bronte

Vanessa is a sixteen year old orphan from Vermont. With a rough past and no hope of getting adopted, she is surprised when one day a lovely couple walks in and adopts her into their family. The Harringtons are a rich family from Connecticut. They very warmly welcome Vanessa into their million dollar home which is also lived in by their son Noah. Noah and Vanessa quickly form a brother sister relationship and he helps her navigate the hallways of her new private high school. With all these new changes, Vanessa catches the attention of the school bad boy, also a son of a very rich family, Mason Pruitt, who may even be more damaged and dark than she is. From poor to rich and lonely to very well known in the matter of twenty four hours. Vanessa slowly learns how to cope with her new life the best way she can, but when she falls for Mason, her life encounters even more rollercoasters than she could have ever imagined. She learns how to deal with his anger and controlling nature, but when their love turns lethal, she may not come out of it alive.

Misunderstood. by Ciara4229

A young girl lives with her evil grandmother and gets in trouble. Will she find help or will her grandmother corrupt her?

Too Bad So Sad ~ Chapters 1-16 Available To Read Now ~ by april_moon_

After I got dumped by the one guy I truly loved, my life crumbled. I was branded as a whore and I just crumbled as a whole. I messed up bad and I spent my whole summer in rehab for it. As soon as I got out of rehab and started school, I just wanted a quiet senior year. Apparently that's just not in the cards. ***WARNING: THIS STORY TALKS ABOUT SUICIDE, DRUG USE, AND OTHER THEMES/ TOPICS THAT MAY TRIGGER OR BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS. IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING THIS, I ADVISE YOU TO STOP READING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ***

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Loved U Yeserday

"Go! Just... go okay?!" As she miserably forced me out and slammed the door before me, the gentle breeze the door made upon the faint collision, bracing my forehead. Tears began streaming from her eyes and she fought desperately to keep them back, like the last droplets of water to reluctantly seap from a tap. My heart sank, ripping apart as it did. I hated seeing her like this, hated whenever we fought, hated how I was always at fault... How'd I get here? I promised myself I wouldn't fall, not again... not ever. What has become of that? She's the first person since---well, my past---that has been able to break down the prison walls I had built, and force her way into the bunker I had buried my heart in. She's the first person to actually tolerate the desolate state in which she found my heart. First person not to run away at the sight of it's frozen, shattered, hurt core. She picked up the broken pieces and took her time to put them back together, no matter how sharp they were or how much they sliced and jabbed at her, no matter how much I try to destroy her... I came to this university in seek of education, a better future for my family, it seems the pleasures of not having mother pouring down my neck and romances have distracted me from my goals. I knew I didn't have another heated fight in me today, so I braced for the stairs... as my fingers graced the smooth, steel skin of the rails, I turned back. Hesistating to knock at her door again, I pushed it wide open and let myself in. She had been waiting for me, tears still running down her face, despite her rigorous attempts to stop them. "What took you so long?" She said, as a cheeky smile tugged at her lips. I grabbed her by the waist, elevated her onto the kitchen island as she wrapped her legs around me, and we began the somewhat toxic cycle all over again---with the final stage... a passionate make up session.