Knowing Asher
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy.
Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple.
"Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running.
I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves.
Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked.
His footsteps echoed closer.
"Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully.
Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath.
Silence.
Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him.
"Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine.
"How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself.
"Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased.
I raised a brow at him.
"I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies.
"That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin.
I blinked, narrowing my eyes.
"The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged.
And then came the smirk.
"Now, time for my revenge."
I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me.
I wiped my face.
Flour.
He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it.
Mature, much? I thought bitterly.
Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance.
Time to activate drama mode.
"Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me.
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All Stevie Blake wants to do after highschol is to see the world while experiencing it through her camera lens. In order to do that though she has to finish her senior year. When she was unexpectedly kicked out of her high society private school when she took some risquΓ© photos. She was left to only attend Somerville High the juvenile town over from her quaint safe one. Surrounded by juveniles and sinners Stevie was accepted by all, but γβ‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘γ Sin the school's bad boy with the reputation to back it up. He hated Stevie fucking Blake. To him she was just another princess, and she didn't belong in his world. He would make sure of that. Heath the school's quarterback,and one of Sin's best friends. A huge flirt, and I hear heartbreaker the group. However, something about Stevie captures his attention on the first day. We can't forget Beau the last of this heartthrob trio. He is the sensible one. However not a player like his bestfriends. No girls ever seemed to capture this guy's attention. Well that is until Stevie walks in. "Understands what?" I say with a teasing grin. As I bump my shoulder into him. He smiles down at me. His dark hair short, but long enough to fall a little into his eyes. I have the sudden urge to run my fingers through the black strands. His warm mahogany eyes burn into me as I felt a heat light up in my stomach as it was radiating all through me. This is definitely not making me less horny. I swallow nervously, my breathing turning shallow. I lick my lips. He notices my movements as he eyes my mouth. A hungry look of want flashes across his face as he looks at me. "Understands, that we want you gatita. All of us." Authors Note: This is a reverse harem story. If you do not like stories like this I highly suggest not reading my story. To those who choose to stay and read please be mindful that this is my first story. Contains mature content.Complete
Drake's Kitten (completed)
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.Complete
Love Rectangled
You all must have seen movies and read books about Love triangles. But this is not a triangle, It's a Rec-tangled. Lexi Wolf, Queen Bee of Pinewood High, stuck in a twisted rectangle of love, full of confusion, humor, silliness, pretense, jealousy, and heartbreaks. * * * * * "Stay with me, Lexi." He tucked my hair behind my ear. I wasn't the drunk one here, but the way he gazed at me with his deep eyes was enough to make me. I blinked my eyes at him and shook my head, trying to clear the fog in it. The fact that I was laying over him, with our chest pressed together and his hand on my waist wasn't helping either. "I-I... I don't think that's a good idea," I whispered, finally getting my voice back. "Why?" He looked at me intensely. "Is it because of your boyfriend?" "No." "Then what's the problem?" His thumb lightly creased my back from where my top had gotten up, making me quiver. "Why can't you stay?" "I..." "Don't you trust me, Lexi?" "Of course I do, I just..." I moved a little to get off him, but in a swift motion, he flipped us on the bed with him on the top this time. Gasping in surprise, my eyes grew big and I put my hands on his strong biceps. He put his forearm on either side of my face, leaning on them. I rubbed my thighs together which were between his legs. I was trapped between him and the bed. My breath hitched as he leaned in until our noses touched. "You just what?" My entire body heated as I felt his muscular chest pressed against mine. I bit my lip and tried to control my stupid hormones, but it made it worse when Noah's gaze went to my lips. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he continued to stare at my lips. My throat felt dry and my eyes darted to his. He stuck his tongue out and licked his lower lip. OMG, I'm in deep trouble! * * * * * Editing. FEATURED ON: @Badassreads (The Badass Queen) HIGHEST RANKING: #10 Teenfiction #3 Teenlove #2 Youngadult #1 Teendrama [Words count: 90,000 - 100,000]Complete
When I Met You {English}
"You disappoint me... What do you even see in him?" "Aren't you tired of this already?! If you want to pick a fight, fight me, not him. Got it??" What he did enraged me so much that I threw my hardest punch at his face, forcing his head to snap to the side. "If you ever touch him again--" before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. "If I touch him again, what?!" he shouted, his face inches from mine, as I trembled with rage. "Got a big crush on the kid, huh?!" he exploded, and I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on us. ~~ Have you ever wondered how different your life would be if you changed just the smallest of your actions? Because that's what I do. I wonder how my life would be now if I hadn't made that tiny mistake in the schoolyard. Everything started then. When I met you, twelve years ago...
My Teddy
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}Complete
I enter the college party with Tyler's hand on my waist, my hot leather pants clinging to my curves and my black corset accentuating my figure. My long, cherry-red hair cascades over my breasts, drawing attention from the crowd. As a freshman dating a senior, our relationship is a big deal. Everyone stops and stares as we make our way to the kitchen, the party's hotspot. Tyler pushes me against the counter, whispering in my ear and kissing my neck. I laugh, delighted, until one of his friends interrupts. "Yo, Tyler, bro!" he calls, accompanied by a girl with dirty blond hair, a black mini skirt, and a crop top. "This is my sister, Lily," he introduces, and she extends her hand. I shake it, exchanging a brief "Hi." Her gaze lingers on Tyler, who continues kissing my neck. My friends rush in, and I'm swept into a group hug. "Who's Miss Barbie doll?" Keath asks, and I shrug. "Just a nobody." I say, making eye contact with Lily, who frowns. Tyler intervenes, "Be nice." He pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately, leaving Lily staring. The party progresses. Lily doesn't touch a single drink but my Tyler is gone, past faded. "Lets go someplace quiet." He says grabbing my hand. "Babe, lets go home." I say and Lily steps in. "I'll go with you." She says my whole crew jumps in and I lift up my hand and they stop. "Tylor, baby, lets leave." I say and he tries but Lily grabs his face and kisses him. This bitch messed with the wrong girl. I grab her by her pretty blond hair and I pull her to the floor. "Baby!" Tyler say and I start scratching at Lily. Her arms are in front of her eyes. So I scratch them instead. All of a sudden Someone screams "Cops and Keath grabs me off miss Barbie doll, and pulls me behind her. I look back and Tyler picks her up off the ground and walks up the stairs... ...
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