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. The Ninety-Ninth Goodbye
Tango The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave.
At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety.
As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers.
"Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in.
That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission.
Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul 🦋 “Alina, you will get late for school again” I heard Dad banging on my door.
“Last 10 min” I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
“Alina…” I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
“I am taking a bath” I yelled.
“Come fast, your breakfast is ready,” Dad said before leaving.
“Good morning” Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
“Good morning” I whispered on his lips.
“When did you bring me here,” I asked.
“You were sleeping,” He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
“This hide and seek is terrible” I sighed.
“But it's fun” He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. Sacrificed Son, Unbreakable Soul
Diversion The email glowed on my screen, a full scholarship to MIT. A surge of pure joy, a feeling so unfamiliar it almost hurt. This was my ticket out, the thing that would finally make them see me.
But when I ran downstairs, laptop clutched like a holy relic, my family was gathered around my younger brother, Caleb, celebrating his acceptance to a local community college. Their banner read, "Congratulations Caleb!"
"I got in," I said, my voice softer now. "MIT. With a full scholarship." My father glanced at my screen, then back at Caleb, admiring a new, expensive watch. "That's nice, Ethan," he said, flat and dismissive. "But we're a little busy right now. It's Caleb's big day." My sister scoffed, "Always trying to steal the spotlight, aren't you?"
Later, my printed acceptance letter and plane ticket for orientation were torn to unrecognizable pieces in the trash. It wasn't an accident. It was a message. My mother waved it off, "It's just paper. Stop being so dramatic."
"Dramatic?" My voice rose, shaking. "This was my ticket to MIT! You destroyed it!" My father boomed, "Don't you raise your voice! You are upsetting your brother on his special night." Caleb smirked from behind him, admiring his new watch, a symbol of his victory.
A cold clarity washed over me. It had always been like this. My one tangible hope of escape lay in the garbage. They hadn't just thrown away paper; they had thrown away my future, showing me my dreams meant less than protecting Caleb from his inadequacy. I was a stranger in my own home, a perpetual villain in their narrative. Was I too ambitious, too smart? Was my very existence an inconvenience? My throat ached with a dry sob. I felt like those scraps-torn, discarded, worthless in their eyes.