"N-no, I'll do it." I whisper. "Then prove it." he states with a smirk, "Prove to me that you're willing to do this." "How?" I ask in a barely audible whisper, my entire body starting to shake in fear or excitement, I can't tell which. "Kiss me, as you mean it," he whispers back at me, looking down at my lips with hunger. ***************Anne De Ville is as normal as a teenage girl with three brothers and divorced parents get. She has no dogs because she is too lazy to take them for walks and spends her life reading or studying. On an average sunny day, Anna decides she needs to buy new shoes and so she goes to the closest mall and buys new converses. Little did she know that she might accidentally drop her shoes down three flights of stairs and they might accidentally fall on Hunter Denegan's head. Hunter Denegan. The baddest of the bad, the meanest of the mean, the best of the best, and the sexiest of the sexy. He is the school's bad boy and people worship him at his feet. What happens when a pair of converses land on Hunter's head and he turns into prince charming, looking for the girl who lost her shoe?

    "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me," I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how."I scrunch my brow. "How what?"His response is soft, the opposite of his burly personality. "How you don't see it."*******Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters"Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole?

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    “Do it,” I breathe, closing my eyes, heat collecting in my stomach, coursing through my needy veins, igniting a dormant desire that’s screaming to be let out. “I dare you.” “Be carful what you wish for,” he hums, his hand grazing along my exposed midsection, so light, so delicate, so agonizingly slow. “ everything I touch turns to ash.” *** Kiara Payne can speak seven languages, not that it matters because without a formal education, The only job she can land is at boutique bank outside of Manchester, working as a teller. After foiling a robbery on her first day, Kiara’s thrust into a world of guns, drugs, and violence; her life resting in the hands of Emilio Di Vaio, an Italian Mafia boss. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo’s translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family.Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara fight for survival in a world that left them broken. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for?

    Accidentally. On purpose.

    Sequel to The QB Bad Boy and Me.

    For Keely Staub, her life mostly remained in the latter category. She kept the one true love, music, hidden from even her best friends. But when one song changed the world she lived in, shaking it to it's very core, everything she knows is about to change. Her future and a past even hidden from her collide as she wades through a world she'd never dared to dream of, allowing her half heart to maybe find an equally broken one in the unlikely source of Seth Ryan.

    I couldn't just stay here and listen to him telling me he was leaving, I couldn't just deal with it. Tears were running down my face as I made it to the street, just at the edge of the grass and the sidewalk-arms wrapped around my waist and I collapsed into them. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry." He sounded as heartbroken as I am "I really am, I don't want you crying like this. It breaks my heart". "I still remember the time I lost you in he woods" he chuckled, even though his face was sad. "You had no idea how scared I-how scared I was because I lost you. I thought I lost you for good, that I wouldn't be able to find you, ever. Every time I called your name I got more scared I wouldn't find you, but then I did. I found you. You were huddled up crying, you didn't even know it was me till I said your name.'' "The way you looked at me after that, made me never to see you cry again. So I promised I would do everything in my power to keep you from crying, and except for the little things here and there-I did a good job. Until now that is. Not only did I not keep you from crying, but I'm the reason" he said, barely above a whisper. His eye's shining with tears, and some were trailing down his face. "You also promised never to leave me" I whispered, finally able to talk. "I know..." "Your promised!" I shouted, he held me tighter as I cried. "I know... I know, and I'm sorry. I never meant to break that promise either" Tyler and Dakota have been best friends since either can remember, even with a 2 year gap in their age. But what happens when Ty leaves and joins the military, and leaves Kota behind? Something he promised he would never do? Will it wreck their friendship for good, will they be able to repair it? When Ty comes back, Kota is in a terrible situation. will Ty be able to protect her?

    As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers.A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart.Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder."He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear.

    What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week?

    She runs from it. She gets a chance to leave it all behind. And she does, without thinking twice. Gabrielle leaves France, her home country, when she finds an offer to babysit in London. She doesn't have a lot of experience with kids, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to just disappear from the world she somehow got sucked into. She comes to a rich family, who has a daughter and a son. She gets a big surprise when she arrives there. The little girl might be little indeed, but the son is nothing like she expected. He's all tall and broad with tattoos marking almost every inch of his skin. And he screams bad news. Alexander shows he doesn't like Gabrielle from the first time he sees her. However, they somehow just can't ignore each other as much as they'd like to, even though Alexander told Gabrielle to never involve in his business. But her being stubborn and fearless, she quickly finds out why people call him 'Sin.'

    For Jessalyn and her mom, moving to the small town of Avondale, California seemed like the perfect decision; they wanted the new scenery but what they really needed was a new start.Jessalyn Hartley had always been shy and one to keep to herself, but now, as she enters her final year of high school at Crestview High, she's more determined than ever to stay hidden in the shadows.However, all of that may change when she crosses paths with the supposed bad boy; Cason Michaels, and figures out that maybe she just had to meet the right person to break her out of her shell.

    What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life.

    you're feisty huh Muffin?' he stared straight into my eyes and watched them widen in confusion. Muffin? What the fuck? 'Don't call me that, my name's Emily' I narrowed my eyes and tried to keep my voice threatening but he sensed the insecurity behind it. 'Okay Muffin' he smirked his lips twitching every now and then. I huffed and shoved at his chest which caused no movement in him whatsoever. Was the guy made of brick or something? His hand suddenly moved from my side and I instantly bought my hands up protecting my head. It was a natural force of habit thing I did living with Trevor. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow but nothing came. 'Emily?' Jake moved my arms away from my face and looked at me with concern etched into his eyes. Oh god, what have I just done?

    What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story.http://www.wattpad.com/story/384625-l...