I want to be a LOSER
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., mai 7, 202253m
Real talk: Sometimes we eat instead of facing our problems.
Patrice, is what you call the "BIG BOSS", not in the sense that she's the boss of any gang of some sort or some bad ass girl with a to die for body and kick ass persona. "BIG BOSS" is what some of the bullies call her. Yes, you figured that one out, she's fat. Nothing is special about her besides the fact that she can cook really well. Like most teens, she deals with a lot of stress: money, love, school, parents, drama, fitting in the society and of course her JEANS. She's contented with her life with her best friend, Julie, who is a complete opposite of her. She's thin.
Everything was just right. It was so right that she left her mom and ran away. And ends up in the humongous forest at the back of their house. (Yes, that's what she calls running away, that's the farthest she can run.)She's in big trouble. Let's just say it all started when she barked and that was when she met five guys who will change her life for better or maybe for worse?
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Covered Edges
"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.Terminé
His Nerd Next Door
One thing, just one little thing Julie had to do to have a... Let's say decent... First day at her new school... Don't. Draw. Attention. First impressions mean everything. Just one little screw up and she knew that she would have to wish her junior year goodbye. So she decided to stick to this one grand rule that would ultimately determine her social life, reputation, and mentality. Survive through highschool. How hard can it be right? ... WRONG!!!! She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one... Little... HARMLESS glance outside of her new bedroom window. But all of a sudden... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There stood a half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!! So you may ask, what do you do in a situation like this? SIMPLE. You squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor... Because that's obviously not embarrassing... And start doing ninja rolls from one side of the room to the window curtains going COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. Well... That is until you bang your head against the wall after doing a total of SIX slightly slanted ninja rolls right in front of your friendly... Still without clothes... Abs are present... Somewhat very sexy... Abs are still present... Okay really good looking... ABS I REPEAT ABS ON SHOW... Hot, sexy, and did I mention ab-delicious Neighbor Or to be more specific... Ashton Rider. Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book one in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series WARNING: Lots of typing mistakes!!! Read at your own risk!! Editing will be taken place when I find motivation!!! (Heh... about that....)Terminé
Beastiful || Completed||
DO YOU KNOW THE BEAST? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ¥• So that was how her first kiss played out. The drive back home had been silent. She'd been in her head. He'd been in his. That night she had taken a good long look at herself in the mirror to remind herself who she was - what she was. "Jeremy Cox will never feel anything like that for you! Get your head out off your butt and deal with it." She'd repeated the mantra over and over till tears stung her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She did not like what was happening at all. He was her friend. Her only friend. How could she ruin what they had with a stupid one sided crush? If she let herself fall for him... it would be disastrous. For many reasons. But that kiss... that kiss confused her to no end. Where did it come from? Why was he looking at her like that? Why did he kiss her so hard? For those precious seconds she had felt normal. A girl kissing her crush. A normal girl who had legitimate chances of going out with the boy. She pushed thoughts of him out her mind. It could not work. He was The Jeremy Freaking Cox. She was Ugly Sasha Stewart. •¥ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sasha Stewart is ugly. And that's a plain fact. Her parents know it; her siblings know it; EVERYBODY knows it! She has no friends, no social life and no foreseeable chances of ever getting a guy. She is the Beast. Jeremy Cox is beautiful. Athletic, tall, talented, popular - you name it. He's everything any girl would wish for. A look from him can send girls and boys alike sizzling with need. He is Beauty. What happens in this warped tale of the legendary fantasy when Beauty meets the Beast? Helluva lot. ¥• Warning this book contains triggering situations like bullying, self harm, depression and suicide. Read at your own risk.Terminé
The Chapstick Girl
"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness of the boxing arena. His friend follows the direction of his eyes to the girl sitting across the room, "Coach's daughter?" He asks. Damien nods his head, "That my friend, is the Chapstick girl." ~~~~~~~~~ Amber is just your average girl trying to survive through her junior year of highschool. Well, let's elaborate on that average part, there is just a small little detail that was left out. That she is known as the Chapstick girl. Why? No one hates her, in fact, everyone adores her kind, happy nature. Always willing to put others before herself. Or maybe it was because no matter where she goes, she always has HER chapstick. It defined her. A lot of people bypass the reason why she always has it, but maybe it has a deeper meaning than what other people see. Well, except one person. Damien. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book three in the T.B.B.B (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series. Cover by @_broken_chordsTerminé
Chubby ✔️
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The Slut and The Dork |✓
COMPLETED "You are pretty dumb for a dork," I laugh as Justin hangs his head down in defeat, "Let me show you" I fiddle around with the displaced parts until it clicks together and the record player starts playing again, "See it's supposed to do that!" "You are pretty smart for a slut." He says back with a laugh but, I can see on his face he instantly regrets it. My mouth is hanging open, in complete shock, when he continues "I'm sorry I didn't mean it-" "No, stop," I say with a slight laugh and then for some reason it grows to a full-blown fit of laughter, "No. one. has. ever. called. me. that. to. My. face" I manage to get out through my small, continuing fits of laughter. "You aren't mad at me?" "No, it's not like that an unknown fact," I saw with a smile, "I'm actually surprised you had the balls to say it." "I don't think you are a slut," He says, his cheeks getting a little flushed. In my most breathy, husky voice, I answer, "are you sure, Justin? I know you have thought about the things I would let you do to me if I would just get naked in front of you." As I start to pull off the sweater that is covering the small tank top that's under it. His face flushes a deeper color of red and I can't help but, giggle a little. "Don't worry Justin, I won't get naked unless you ask." Justin and Blythe are basically polar opposites from each other but, because of one class, they find themselves having to learn everything they can about each other. Where will this story take them? Will they become friends or enemies? Will they pass the class and the ultimate test? Continue on reading to find out!Terminé
Bury the Evidence
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Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25
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