4.6
Comment(s)
12.5K
View
7
Chapters

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.

His BabyGirl Chapter 1 New Girl

Tyrell:

I woke up to groaning.

"Ty. Up, now!" My father groans.

I roll my eyes, of course he would be telling me to wake up after he woke me up at 4 AM when he drunkenly walked in.

I get out of bed and have a quick shower before brushing my teeth and throwing on some black jeans and a hoodie.

I put on my black vans and grabbed my phone before walking down stairs.

"You're up!" My dad says and i hold back a reply that would get me punched.

I was too tired to defend myself.

He's been getting drunk every night for the past 4 years and hasn't been a father to me... at all.

"Yep" I reply, getting my keys off of the hook.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked sternly making me roll my eyes.

'Why would you care' was at the tip of my tongue but I shook my head.

"School" I say bluntly before putting on a leather jacket.

"Why don't you stay home?" He asked as he walked closer to me.

"No" I say before stepping outside.

If rather be at a shitty school than here. This isn't even a home for me. A home is somewhere you are meant to be safe. It's somewhere you have a loving family and get give you warmth, food and water and clothes.

I give myself all of that because I have no family.

I looked at the time and realised I was already late but I didn't care.

I had to keep up my reputation anyway.

I went into my car and took the longest route to school. If I was late, I might as well be really really late because I'm still going to get the same amount of time in detention.

I parked my car and went to the reception.

"Name?" The receptionist asked politely but then looked up.

" oh it's you" she says rudely.

She hates me. I couldn't blame her though, almost everyone does.

"Aunt Lin" I say, my voice low.

"I'm no aunt of yours!" She says threateningly.

"Why? Because I put mum where she belongs?" I ask, a smirk forming although it hurt to admit it aloud.

"No wander why your dad used to beat you. I'd do the same of you were my child" she says, writing me out a detention slip to go with the other thousand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure approaching.

"Im glad I'm not your kid" I say bitterly and snatched the slip out of her hand.

I look to see the schools slut, Mandy, showing a girl around.

The girl was simply breath taking, and I knew she already made Mandy's enemy from the way Mandy was glaring in her direction every few seconds.

She had long, Brown curly hair cascading down her back and she was quite tall, but not taller than me. I was about 6"3 so she must have been about 5"7. Taller than most girls. She was quite tanned and definately had a good sense of style. She wore some denim blue ripped jeans with a white shirt that had a few cut outs at the bottom with a leather jacket and some small white heels. She had these bright green eyes. The most beautiful I had ever seen. She had high cheekbones and plump lips. She had a narrow waist yet all the right curves in the right places.

She was actually really gorgeous.

"And that's... Hey Tyrell!" Mandy called out, breaking my gaze from the gorgeous girl beside her.

"Hey Mandy" I say, wincing slightly at her voice.

The girl beside her did also and i saw her look at me before rolling her eyes.

Okay?

"How are you?" She asked, looking my up and down before twirling a piece of her brown hair around her finger.

"Fine" I say bluntly.

She is one of the many girls who don't understand when I say no. For that reason only, my respect I had for her, vanished.

"Mandy, as much as I'm loving this conversation. I need to get to class." The girl says sarcastically. She had a strong British accent.

"Shut up Charlotte!" She hissed and Charlotte glared at Mandy through her lashes.

"Then take me to my class!" Charlotte demands, her voice is angelic yet demanding and i could listen to it all day.

"No, I'm talking to my boyfriend!" Mandy yells.

"I'm not your boyfriend Mandy. Why do you not understand that I said no?" I ask before looking at Charlotte.

"Would you like me to take you to class?" I ask her.

Mandy had stormed off somewhere and i was still waiting for an answer.

"You're not expecting something in return are you? Like a date or a random hook up?" She asked and i laughed.

"Charlotte, right?" I ask, even though I knew her name. She nodded.

"Mandy is gone and i was just wandering if you need help to get to your class. You are obviously new so you probably don't know your way around" I say "and I don't expect anything in return" I say sinserly Because I really don't expect anything.

"Okay" she says with a small smile.

Stunning.

**

We walk down the coridoor after I discover that she has the same class as me.

"What's the teacher like?" She asked curiously and i shrug.

"She's okay. Never be late to her lessons unless you want a detention for a week" I advice.

"What if you are only one minute late?" She asked and i smiled.

"Detention for a week" I mimick her annoying voice and Charlotte burst out laughing.

Her laugh must have been contagious because soon enough I was laughing with her.

I've only met her 5 minutes ago and she has been the only person to make me laugh in 10 years.

"Here we are! Room 56." I smile and she returned it. I felt my heart skip a beat when she did and i knew it was because her smile is breath taking.

"Thank you" she grinned and i was pratically beaming when I opened the door.

"Tyrell! Why are you late?" The teacher snapped.

I was about to reply with a 'sorry' or something when a voice spoke.

"Im Sorry miss but it was my fault that Tyrell was late." She says making my jaw drop. " This is my first day here and the girl who was meant to show me around ditched me so Tyrell said he would show me to class because we had the same one." She adds making the teacher nod.

"Alright but don't be late next time!" She snaps and Charlotte nodded.

I go to sit down in my seat whilst Charlotte speaks to the teacher.

I could see all the girls either sending me "suggestive" looks of glaring at Charlotte. All the guys were glaring at me and hollering with their friends, talking about who is going to "bang the new chick first".

"Introduce yourself and we will get on with the lesson" the teacher says.

"Okay well, I'm Charlotte Johnson. I've just been transferred from Britain with my sister" she says making me confused.

What about her parents?

"Alright, well since you and Tyrell got to know each other, you may sit beside him" she says and Charlotte nods.

She makes her way back, smiling at a few people who were smiling at her before sitting next to me.

"Hey" I say when she is sat down.

"Hi" she grinned and i smiled.

"Are you okay?" I ask and she nodded.

"Yeah, are you?" She asked and i nodded.

"Yeah.." I trail off, wandering whether I should ask her about her parents.

"What is it?" She asked, as if knowing I wanted to ask her something.

"Its kind of personal" I say quietly.

"Its okay" she smiled reassuringly.

"You said you over with your sister... what about your parents?" I ask and she smiled at me but it seemed to be forced.

"They are dead to me" she says before opening her book and beginning to write down some notes.

"I'm sorry" I say and she looked up at me.

"It's okay. They aren't actually dead but they may as well be. It doesn't and wouldn't make a difference if they were" she says and I nod.

"I get what you mean" I say, referring to my parents.

She smiled at me before doing her work.

Continue Reading

Other books by Courtney Radford

More
The Player Wants Me?!

The Player Wants Me?!

Young Adult

4.7

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.

You'll also like

Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

feesa
4.9

"We're friends," I said, voice barely steady. Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not." "Friendship's too pure for this." His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. "Do friends kiss like this?" He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. "Or grab each other like this?" A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. "Or think filthy little thoughts?" His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?" My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. "Stop lying, Venus." His voice was a growl. "I feel it. Every time I'm near you." I whispered, "But you don't even like me." His smile was pure sin. "I don't have to like you to fuck you." Then the offer: "Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth." He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. "Say the word, princess." A whisper against my lips- "I'll ruin you." And God help me... I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

Sexy Behind The Mask

Sexy Behind The Mask

Ellie Wynters
4.6

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine

Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine

Cornelia
5.0

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book
His BabyGirl His BabyGirl Courtney Radford 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.”
1

Chapter 1 New Girl

31/05/2018

2

Chapter 2 Ted

31/05/2018

3

Chapter 3 Warning

31/05/2018

4

Chapter 4 I Promise

31/05/2018

5

Chapter 5 Talking With Him

31/05/2018

6

Chapter 6 Gentleman

31/05/2018

7

Chapter 7 Meet Her or Leave Her

31/05/2018