I was doing just fine my junior year of high school. I mean I did pick fights once in a while and my grades weren't the best, but I was doing okay. Xander was my best friend, actually my only friend. We didn't need anyone else, really. But then Ryker came back more badass than ever. I've hated him since we were children and apparently the feeling is mutual. We don't get along. He's cocky, arrogant, and downright mean. We were better off while he was gone. He should never have moved back. So, I stole his motorcycle. Then he told me not to fall for him. ~*~*~*~ I went over to the door and jumped back when it opened. Ryker came back in, pushing me up against one of the lockers. He locked his eyes on my lips and I gasped. He smirked. "Don't fall for me, Angel." With that, he stepped away from me and left again for good. What the hell? Did he honestly have the audacity to tell me not to fall in love with him? I clenched my fists, shoving the door open to confront the cocky jerk.

"No one speaks to me the way you have been lately" He warned, his eyes trained on mine. "What are you going to do, kill me?" I answered back, my gaze focused only on his kissable full lips. "Much worse." I didn't have time to comprehend anything before he gripped my hips and slammed me down onto the bed, making my breath hitch. My hair had covered my face from the impact, very quickly I pushed it out of my way when Luca hovered over my body, his hands holding him up on each side of me. "Wha-" He shut me up by placing his lips on mine, making my entire insides melt. Sparks jolted throughout my body as his soft lips molded with mine, he kissed me with so much need and urgency that a quiet moan unexpectedly escaped from me... ••• Luca Vendor, the name that shoots shivers down people's spines. He's dark and mysterious, never loved and has always been taught to show zero emotion. When he comes across Kimberly Folin, a beautiful American woman, he's intrigued by her sassy attitude and ability to turn him down. Usually, a woman would drop their pants at the site of him, but Kimberly is very different. Not planning on letting her go anytime soon, he decides on asking for her to teach him how to be gentle, just for her. But when Luca causes trouble with a Russian leader, innocent Kimberly is thrown into a world full of danger... - HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in Love story #1 in Italian #4 in Adult Romance #9 in Romance ⚠️Mature themes, violence & strong language⚠

"You make me want to do things to you." He mumbles, his brown eyes never straying from mine. "What?" I whisper, nervous yet at the same time my heart pounds with excitement and anticipation. "Do you want to know what kind of things?" His low tone matches mine as he brings his face closer and I find myself robbed of speech due to our proximity. Taking my silence as his sign, he continues to lean closer. His lips caress my ear as he says "Things like this." Suddenly I feel something wet and thick being dumped onto my hair, soon the liquid drips down onto my shirt. Is that paint? Blue paint proceeds to slide down onto my shirt and my eyes widen when I hear Caleb howling with laughter. "Caleb fucking Carter!" I bellow and before I know it he breaks into a run, still laughing. ________________ Highest Rankings #1 - projectbadassgirls #1 - humor #8 - badboy

*SLOWLY BEING EDITED* Zane had a special mission to accomplish. No one could find out that he's undercover. No one. But with those hazel eyes and her smart mouth he couldn't stay away from her. She was making him feel things he never knew it was possible. Yet bringing her into his world was dangerous especially because of her sudden connection to his case. Katherine has a baggage full of insecurities and trust issues. She never had an official boyfriend and being 24 that's socially unacceptable. The danger those grey eyes emit should scare her away. He was trouble and she knew that but she couldn't help it. The attraction she feels towards him is scaring her. Is it worth taking the risk? ........ "Can you cook?" "I can" "Good, what about laundry and cleaning?" I nodded. "Fuck Angel, you're like the perfect woman and you still want me to be your friend" He joked and found myself laughing. "Because I am the perfect housewife?" I asked arching an eyebrow. "No, because you are the perfect combination of smart, beautiful, and skillful." I blushed at that and I wanted to look away but one of his hands stopped me and turned my face towards him. "Get used to hearing compliments because you're going to hear them often in the future. Now, about my offer..." He gave me an expectant look. I thought for a while. I still wasn't sure it was a good idea but I liked working at the shop and still wanted to work there for a little while. "Alright, let's do it," I said. "Now? Here? Damn Angel, first the fiancé thing, and now this. For someone inexperienced, you sure move fast" He joked and I laughed. *Warning ⚠️* Strong language, triggering topics such as body shaming, depression...

Anastasia Ivanov inherits her father's mafia after his death, but also acquires his past enemies as well. Her father was not a good man and that left her with many debts to pay and people to kill. Alessandro De Luca is the coldest, most feared man to ever live and doesn't let shit slide. A lot of money is owed to him from Russia and he is beyond pissed. How will he react when the he finds out the leader of the Russian Mafia is already dead? Or that there is a new leader and she's ruthless as fuck. ---------- "Who the fuck are you?" I said in a low voice. She looks at me with her grey eyes, intently and long. "Don't fucking worry about it."

Everyone has their little fairytale which they believe will come true someday. Hell, they all have that itsy dream they hold on to just for survival. But for me, I had hell on earth. Every part of my life was a deceitful act of kindness.. Or at least I felt so. I found myself in the midst of the devil who deprived me of breath as he scanned me to see if I was actually worth it. If I was worth a try...the risk..his bosom. Twisted in love, hurt by the one I looked up to, I found myself vulnerable to basic bullshit. How in Hell's name do I get rid of the flaws in my life just to be like every normal girl? Just to be someone's "only one?" "I really don't want to meet anyone" I half smiled to the blonde girl who sat beside me taking a sip at her whiskey. "Hey, it's me. Quinn Adams, your bestie. Don't say no to me. I got a Friend who's dying to meet you" she smirked turning to her side. My eyes met his sharp intimidating eyes. There he was again, draining me of my color and very existence. "Come on, he's been waiting" she dragged me by the arm, heading for the bar. Quinn's drunken state caused me to bump into him in a fuss. "I'm so sorry" I said quickly said as I felt my mouth go dry at his bad boy demeanor. "It's fine, mind if I buy you a drink?" He offered with a smile. That was it. With that smile, I was lured into the lions den, waiting innocently to be devoured. All false hopes darling....

"I have a boyfriend." I spat out the reminder, to keep him away from me. "Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes. "You keep saying that. It's like your only personality trait." Before I could snark a reply, I found myself caged between the couch and him. His hands pressed into the couch on either side of my head and I could smell the mint of the gum he was chewing as he stared intently at my face. "What are you doing?" I breathed out. "You seemed to want some attention, so I'm giving it to you." - On the run since she was ten, Charlotte "Cher" Woods dreams of nothing but escaping her nightmares. But when her apartment is flooded, she's pulled back into a world filled with darkness, despair and deception. Truths of her repressed past begin to resurface and Cher soon finds herself conflicted between following her heart or her mind. - PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. THIS STORY WAS CREATED ENTIRELY BY ME. IT'S NOT NICE TO STEAL PEOPLE'S WORK. ANYONE CAUGHT COPYING WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY. Thanks have a good day! Started: May 20, 2021 Completed: May 31, 2021

A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

"You're such a jerk" I say, my cheeks heating up. "Oh really,?" He said, taking a step closer and his breath fanned my face. I didn't know what to say or to do. Was I doing something wrong? He leaned in, when the door opened. My brother just looked at us. ********************* Brianna. Your typical girl. Shy, lovely and adorable. Funny too. Alex. Your bad boy. Dorky, but lovely. Brianna's brother leaves his best friend in charge to keep his adorable sister safe. Little did he know they will grow feelings of each other. With some ups and downs, they soon admitted their feelings, but will it last long? Will the bad boy start being soft and lovely for his crush? The real question is, What will her brother do? What will he feel? Betrayed? Surprised? Angry? Happy? All of them? Read to find out! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* STRONG LANGUAGE* MATURE CONTENT*

"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~