BOOK 1 in the Drowning/Bully Standalone Series. WARNING: This book contains intense bullying, explicit scenes, triggering language, violence, and psychological content. "You need to call off this party," I boldly told my stepbrother in the kitchen. He cocked his head attractively, his thin eyes scrutinizing me. His upper lip curled up in that seductive habit that I had become familiar with. "And why should I do that?" he murmured. His eyes were come-to-bed-with-me stunning, inviting with me with that inescapable pull, and damn if I didn't wet my panties. Get it together, Madison, said my insidious voice. I almost complied with that command until Caden went on and said something that left me breathless before his egotistical smirk. "Will you be my snack tonight?" He hates you. Don't forget that. I was reminded by my subconscious. *** Caden always goes extreme to make my life a living hell since after our parents got married four years ago. Although I'm similar to my stepbrother-the only difference between us is: I am a surreptitious bully, and Caden's a blatant bully. I wonder how sharing the same apartment for our first year at Stanford University will turn out. Honestly? I'm not eager to find out. Step into an adventure of passion, forgiveness, and second chances in this compelling two-part saga. This is Caden and Madison's story.

---Book 1 of the Generations series--- Written and Made by: Julia B. Ambrose "When's my birthday?" Spoke a smirking blonde, chewing on the strawberry tart in her hand, ocean blue eyes staring at the man in front of her "Easy, August 10th 1982" "Star sign?" "Taurus, come on give me something hard" the shaggy brunette boy replied with a smile so warm and comforting it almost made her forget what she was doing...almost. "Ok..who's my celebrity crush?" "Tom Cruise" "What am I afraid of?" "Jellyfish" "How tall am I?" "A gorgeous 5.8ft" "See I told you, I know everything. And to answer some more questions you say your favorite song is 'Baby one more time' by Britney Spears but it actually is 'Come and get your love' by Redbones" "Your favorite color is light blue, like your eyes" "You get really sad whenever you can't save a plant you took in but you don't let anyone know or see it" "And lastly your favorite scents are coconut, vanilla, and mango in that order. How'd I do?" He said with a cocky smirk, resting his face in the palm of his coarse and sun tanned hand, waiting a response. To say she was speechless was an understatement She really hadn't know he knew her that well, knew her better than she knew herself. True they have been friends since kindergarten but it came as a shock to her none the less. Her cheeks and ears began to turn a rose shade of red, her stomach knotted itself tightly, palms becoming dry and clammy, she hadn't felt this way in a long time. And she didn't know if she liked this feeling. Then it hit her, the blonde woman's face that used to be burrowed in worry softened to a sly smile before she drops a bomb on the man peacefully laying down on the red picnic blanket under her. This was one thing she knew he didn't know. "What's my tattoo?" The brunette had lifted a tart to his lips but in hearing those words made him stop dead in his tracks. "T-tattoo?" He sputtered out, dumbfounded

[COMPLETE] Soz this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

"What the hell did you do!?" I heard a feminine voice behind me. I groaned and turned around to meet a very angry face. I have never seen a girl this pissed before and honestly speaking, I am a little bit afraid. "She knew what she was getting into. Everyone knows I am player and I never stick to one girl." I shrugged and turned around to walk away. I didn't even take one step when I felt a firm hand on my t-shirt. She took a fist full of my shirt and turned me around so I was facing her. She then held my collar. Damn, she is almost the same height as me and if I would have been any normal guy, I would be terrified of her. "You don't treat girls like trash, asshole. She has feelings, she is not some toy that you got bored from after playing for a while. Apologize to her." She said through gritted teeth pointing towards Leah who was crying her eyes out. I noticed the crowd that started forming around us. I shrugged her hand away from my t-shirt and glared at her. "I will not apologize to anyone." I said slowly through gritted teeth. She is starting to piss me off. No one clashes me and no one stands against me. Even though I am new here, everyone knows that. I saw her eyes go blank and before I could duck, her fist made contact with my face and I felt sharp pain coursing through my nose. I held my nose tight and felt warm liquid flowing to my lips. Olivia Claire is a 16 year old high scholar. She is a fighter who never took anyone's shit and is famous for it. She mostly minds her own business occasionally helping people that might need her. Carter Grayson is a 16 year old guy recently transferred to Olivia's high school. Tall, handsome guy with lean figure, hazel eyes, brown hair and smile to die for. He has been known to be a player in his last high school and he plans on continuing that identity. So, what happens when a typical bad boy clashes with a not-so-nerd bad girl.

"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked. "No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer. And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless. "This isn't funny, Tyler." "It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me." I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things." *** When you think that all is not lost in the world. That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad. When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel. When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was... It turns around and bites you in the ass. When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be... It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path. Can you change what happened? I wish. Can you stop what's going to happen? God! I really hope so.

Coming out must be hard but only doing so because you can no longer hide your feelings for your bestfriend is unimaginable. A story about falling in love after a long time coming... * "I'm jealous? I'm controlling? You couldn't even let a guy touch me in there without pushing them away. You're not so innocent yourself Brandon. Don't look at me like that." He caught my chin forcing my eyes up to his again. "Or what?" I asked my voice shaking. I don't know what he was trying to say but it was all true. My breath came out jittery, staggered and just like that he was pressing his lips into mine with such pressure. I didn't move for a second too scared what the hell this was. I couldn't even think, did I want to kiss him back? Did I like this? I was staring wide eyed in shock at him still his eyes open to as he stayed perfectly still neither one of us moving. Before I knew it he was pulling away wiping me from his mouth his eyes adverted embarrassed* #1 in complicatedrelationships #1 in jealous #8 in feelings #6 in romance! #1 in comingoutofthecloset #6 in wattpride Part two out now!! Through it all is set a few years in the future for this pair. Continue to read more about their crazy life with all its ups and downs. Check it out 👍

George hasn't had an easy life after being diagnosed with autism. Going to a public school as an autistic, highly intelligent boy, he clearly notices the differences between his classmates and himself, giving him a lot of insecurity and shame about his own behaviour. As his escape, he goes to a bakery for hours a day to calm his mind, but things change when a new boy who moved is hired. Unexpectedly, and for the first time, George decides to open himself up to the new boy, Clay, while at the same time, Clay slowly starts falling for his new best friend, George. Mostly fluff with some angst every now and then! ⚠️ I wrote this book from my own experience and my own mindset, as someone with diagnosed autism, highly intelligent and ADHD. I DON'T think people with autism are childish or cute, I'm not projecting a stereotype. This is from my own struggles with autism at a public school without special needs.

Kendall has always lived a quiet life in a small town in Illinois with her family, friends, and boyfriend Jordan. Her life had been mostly happy other than when her best friend moved away when she was 10. It took her years to get over that loss. Then several years later, tragedy struck when her father passed away suddenly and Kendall was forced to move with her mom closer to Chicago where she could find a job to support the two of them. Little does Kendall know that she is in for the surprise of a lifetime. From the book.... As he catches up to me, he grabs my arm swings me around and with one swift movement he ushers me into a nearby empty classroom with the lights off. He cages me in against the wall. His close proximity is making me dizzy and my mind is thinking very dirty thoughts. Wait no. I can't think like that anymore. "Kendall." He says hungrily. "You are mine and only mine. You drive me wild and no one else can have you." He says as he attacks my lips. It feels so amazing I can't help but kiss him back. I run my hands through his beautiful hair and he groans into the kiss. Man I don't want this to ever end. I feel drunk on him. I don't think I can let him go. He stops suddenly to finish his thoughts. "No one can make you feel like this. Or kiss you here...." He says as he kisses down my neck. I moan and he smirks pulling his face impossibly close to mine. "..or touch you." He says as he takes his hand and brushes it lightly down my arm and he snakes it back around my back pulling me even closer if that is possible. He finally stops at my ass which he squeezes delightfully and I hum in response. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content. Read at your own discretion. You will not be warned ahead of time. This is your only warning.

Before I can think it through, I drop the whisk. My hand grabs the front of his muscle shirt, pulling him toward me with more force than I meant to, but it's like I don't care. I need him close, and I need him now. Noah's eyes widen for half a second before I crash my lips into his. It's not soft, not sweet-it's needy, a little desperate, like I've been waiting too long. His lips part under mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of him, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he melts into the kiss. I like this. I like the rush that comes with it, the way my chest tightens and my mind goes blank, leaving only Noah in my head. I pull him even closer, my fingers curling into his shirt, like I'm afraid he'll slip away if I don't hold on tight enough. Noah's hand slides up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he kisses me back, slow at first, but then he deepens it, making me forget about everything else. It's like we're the only two people in the world right now, standing in his kitchen with the eggs forgotten on the counter, sunlight streaming in, but all I can feel is him.