Courtney Radford
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The Bad Boy's Cupcake
Romance WARNING!!! EXTREMELY CLICHE AND CHEESY! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE CLICHES!!
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WHEN SHE LEFT, I was lost.
My world became clouded with dark clouds of anger and hatred.
Why did I do it?
Why was the last time I pranked her the last time I saw her?
It's been 2 years. 2 years of hell and heart break and my cupcake came back, Ellie came back.
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I bumped into a chest.
The arms wrapped around my waist, saving me from falling.
"Thank you so much" I smile, getting out of the strangers arms. I was curious and looked to see who it was.
"Holy shit" The words left before I could stop them.
"I know I'm hot but you don't need to swear" He says, his eyes seemed to show a lot of pain.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" I smirk.
"Should I?" He asked and I nodded, checking my black nails like I was bored.
"Yeah, well you should. That doesn't mean I'm going to tell you though" I laugh.
"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes widen like he figured it out.
"Holy fuck! Ellie Hensworth?" His jaw dropped when I nodded and I smirked.
"Yep" I laugh. His reaction is amazing. I saw his eyes light up and his face brighten.
"You're back?" He questions, his voice full of awe and excitement.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. Why the fuck do you care?" I ask with a smirk, walking away and in the direction of my brand new apartment, "Oh and thanks for catching me" I wink before I completely walk away. The Player Wants Me?!
Young Adult Sequel To "My Bestfriends, The Players And I".
You should probably read that first but it isn't necessary but for it to make more sense.
"So you know who I am then?" He asked, smirking.
"Most people do. But yes, you're Kian Wilde. The Bad boy. The Player. The Heart breaker." I say and he smirked.
"Nice to know what you think of me as" he says with a wink.
"That isn't what I think of you" I smirk back, returning the wink.
"What do you think of me then?" He asked with a small smirk.
"Oh you know. It isn't what most of the girls would say." I say with a small giggle. His smirk widens.
"I'd say you were an absolute asshole, A manwhore, A jerk who needs to learn that using girls gets you nowhere in life." I say giving him a sweet smile.
The smirk on his face, dropped.
Issabelle Evans.
She is popular, she is pretty, she is nice. She has boys dropping at her feet but since her previous boyfriend, she is scared of getting close to boys.
Ryder Evans.
He is popular, he is good looking, he is nice. Girls are lining up to be with him but he doesn't really care about having a girlfriend though, he just cared about looking and protecting his twin sister, Issabelle.
Kian Wilde.
He is the player, the bad boy, the player of the school. He has girls queuing to be with him, like Ryder. He was also gorgeous.
When he notices Issabelle for the first time, he thinks she is beautiful.
With heart break, dark daunting pasts and bright, fun futures, Kian and Issabelle find themselves finding themselves getting closer and closer.
Closer than ever. My Bad Boy Neighbour
Young Adult Chad has been my neighbour for as long as I can remember. We practically grew up together since our parents were the best of friends. Out side of school, he would tease me and inside of school, he'd ignore me. He was the most confusing but hottest guy I knew. No lie. He was gorgeous with his chocolate brown eyes and soft black hair. It was all too good to be true though. He seemed almost perfect, apart from the fact he is the baddest bad boy in our school. He was a major player and could get any girl whenever he wanted.
And me? I'm Lucy. I'm just an average girl, it's not like i have boys dropping at my feet but I do have a few boys who have liked me. Unlike most of the female population, I don't spend my time getting dressed up to impress Chad. Instead, I spend my time reading books, even writing them!
Any who, my life was completely fine until my bad boy neighbour started acting a little stranger than usual.
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"Chad! Stop!" I shout, letting out an embarrassing squeal before I burst out laughing.
"No Lucy, I'm never going to stop" he says seriously, his eyes looking into mine.
I did a double take.
"W-What?" I choke out, looking up at him. My eyes were wide when I heard his next words.
"I'm never going to stop telling you because it's true" he says, his eyes were burning with so much sincerity and awe, it made me blush.
"I'm never going to stop telling you the truth" His BabyGirl
Young Adult Tyrell Winter is the bad boy of the school. Unlike any other cliche bad boy, he doesn't have random hookups. He respects most girls. Well, the girls that don't throw themselves on him, especially when he says no. Tyrell always has his guard up, that's what he had been told to do his whole life by his father.
However, when the new girl, Charlotte Johnson, bumps into him, his guard is (unwillingly) let down.
She belonged to him, whether she, or anyone else, liked it or not. You might like
Invisible To Her Bully
Dea B Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul š¦ āAlina, you will get late for school againā I heard Dad banging on my door.
āLast 10 minā I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
āAlinaā¦ā I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
āI am taking a bathā I yelled.
āCome fast, your breakfast is ready,ā Dad said before leaving.
āGood morningā Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
āGood morningā I whispered on his lips.
āWhen did you bring me here,ā I asked.
āYou were sleeping,ā He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
āThis hide and seek is terribleā I sighed.
āBut it's funā He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. Her Vengeance, Their Regret
Ellene Millstein The email chimed, promising a breakthrough ā a perfect 1600 on my SATs, a golden ticket to the future, and finally, acceptance into the Miller family.
But then, Chloe, my adoptive sister, gasped, her own 1599 score turning her face green with envy.
In an instant, joy curdled into a nightmare as Liam, my adoptive brother, materialized, his protective fury ignited by Chloe' s crocodile tears.
He branded me a cheat, an ungrateful outsider out to humiliate his beloved sister, tearing down everything I' d worked for.
They dragged me, terrified, from the house, not to reflect, but to a rundown animal shelter, a place designed to exploit my deepest, most traumatic childhood phobia: dogs. This was no prank; it was calculated malice.
Left bleeding and broken, Liam' s scathing words on the phone twisted the knife deeper, dismissing my pleas for help as manipulation.
Then, Chloe' s voice, sickeningly sweet, promised to destroy my most cherished possession-a photo of my late mentor, Mr. Harrison-and I heard the shattering glass.
The line went dead, leaving me in the dark with a freed, aggressive pit bull, its growl a death knell.
Just as hope flickered, Chloe' s voice, cruel and dismissive, echoed again, mocking my screams as "dramatic."
They weren' t coming. They wanted me to die.
But then, I heard the sirens, and found the strength to scream one desperate command: "Break it down!"
The world exploded in light, but so did the Millers' carefully constructed facade, exposed live on national television as a horrific betrayal.
Now, as they face the consequences of their monstrous acts, I will rise from the ashes, no longer an outsider begging for crumbs of affection, but the architect of my own destiny. The Pop-Up Truth
Sutton Moul My phone screen lit up, not with a text, but a stark, black-and-white pop-up.
"Ethan' s SAT scores: 1580. Stanford bound with Tiffany. You' re the 'just in case' girl."
Just moments earlier, my childhood crush Ethan, whose father my own dad died saving, feigned despair over "disastrous" SAT scores.
He'd gently coerced me, the valedictorian, to give up my dream school for State College, all for "us."
These mysterious pop-ups, visible only to me, had always been unsettlingly, terrifyingly right.
This one revealed his calculated deception: he'd aced his SATs and was going to Stanford with his new girlfriend, Tiffany.
My heart turned to ice. I was his backup plan, a discarded pawn.
The betrayal escalated at his lavish graduation party where he publicly humiliated me, painting my sacrifice as my idea.
Then, with Tiffany's cruel suggestion, he trapped and locked me in a dark utility closet.
The final blow: he brazenly showed my ailing mom a faked State acceptance letter, causing her to suffer a heart attack.
As I sat by her hospital bed, watching her struggle for breath, a cold rage ignited.
How could the boy whose family owed us everything be capable of such cruel manipulation?
My dad died for his. Why was I his pawn? What were these pop-ups?
But in that sterile room, watching his continued charade, something inside me snapped.
I slapped him, hard.
No longer a confused victim, I saw him for what he was: a manipulative abuser.
This wasn't the end of my story.
This was the beginning of my fight to reclaim it. Echoes of a Nightmare
Zi Ya The night before the SATs, I sat at my desk, my mind fixed not on review books, but on Kevin Johnson, my ex-boyfriend, whose excited voice boomed from downstairs, bragging to my dad about Tiff Rodriguez' s party-his new girlfriend.
Then, a horrifying, vivid memory jolted me from what should have been a normal evening: Tiff, sneering in the school bathroom, outlining her vicious plan to drug Kevin so he' d miss his Ivy League SATs. In that other life, the one I somehow lived, I' d desperately tried to intervene, to warn him, but he' d just laughed it off.
Tiff' s scheme ultimately failed and led to her death, but Kevin, consumed by rage, responded by framing me for sexual assault. The unbearable shame of his lies drove my parents to suicide, and I, arrested and condemned, died in juvenile detention, haunted by Kevin' s cruel visit displaying my parents' last, broken moments.
The utter injustice of his monstrous lies, the agonizing despair of being blamed for everything while struggling to help, was an unbearable burden. How could one life be so thoroughly shattered by such a deep, twisted betrayal?
But then, a sharp gasp brought me back to my room, the exact same night before the SATs, Kevin' s laughter still echoing. This was it: my second chance. A cold, knowing smile touched my lips. This time, I would write a different ending. The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Snootie For seventeen years, I lived in a cramped house, thinking I was just an unwanted foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks.
That was until a wealthy couple in a black Lincoln showed up. I found out I was actually the real daughter of the elite Pennington family, switched at birth.
But my biological parents didn't come out of love. My foster mother happily sold me to them for a $100,000 check. When I was brought to their Upper East Side mansion, I quickly realized my birth parents loved the fake daughter, Daphne, far more than me. They looked at my cheap clothes with cold disappointment, while Daphne played the sweet, welcoming sister.
"I'll help you! It can be tough for new people, especially if they're... different."
She said it with a bright smile, but under the mahogany dining table, she was secretly giving me the middle finger. I had already overheard her on the phone, conspiring with my foster mother to frame me as a violent delinquent so my parents would kick me out. I was treated like a stray dog, an embarrassing stain on their perfect family portrait.
They all thought I was just a poor, helpless girl from the Rust Belt who they could easily manipulate and discard.
But as I sat alone in my dark room, I pulled out my unbranded, encrypted phone and bypassed their elite security network in ten seconds. They thought they brought home a victim, but they actually invited in their worst nightmare. This war had just begun.