CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

Falling in love with an enemy knowingly is wrong. What if, it happens unknowingly? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " W-what this? " I lost the ability to speak English properly. I understood what was that but I couldn't function. My heart didn't believe this. The marriage we had cannot be fake. It didn't feel fake. " Why? Can't you understand the clearly written words? " He said. Yes, he answered me. But why was he behaving this way? I moved towards him and stood in front of him. I just can't get what this means? Was this fake? Why? What did I do to deserve this? " I c-can't understand anything," I said slowly. I just wish this comes out to be a fake thing. All of this a joke. I helplessly looked towards him. He was quiet and looked emotionless. I felt scared of his behavior for the first time. This is not true. It can't be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Briar Eliza Shah or Eliza Joseph is a 19 years old girl - she does have a lot of DARK secrets from the horrible past. Still, she is not the innocent one or any good kinda word that can describe her, instead, she is the hard one here, incredibly stubborn but still has a heart where the good side and the painful side is buried hidden deep somewhere and there is also fear of her HUNTERS ... Here meet the one and only Cayden Donovan, he's not your only typical Greek god looking guy but also has an incredibly cold nature. He's not the one to stay back when he's scared, he fights and ends it ....ends his fears and the fear here is not any kind of failure but instead, it's the past and his search for the people in it, he is secretive and loves to keep it that way. But what will happen when he meets Briar? Cover by @chrmar04

COMPLETED The existence of grammatical errors, misplaced words etc. is exorbitant as the majority of the book had been written when I was 13. Read at your own risk. - - - "He was standing there in all his glory while I was standing here in all my ...nakedness..." The sentence that you have just read could exactly describe the situation I am in. - - - Have you ever been put in a situation in which you can't speak, think or move? Well, I had. And it wasn't in front of anyone, but in front of the school's supposedly bad boy. Hooray me, am I right? I am one of those outsider girls, who doesn't like to associate with anyone, and, on top of that, a so-called teacher's pet, too. Although that didn't seem to stop the bad boy from taking an interest in me. Funnily enough, he wasn't the person to initiate a conversation by simply approaching me. That was in no way possible, of course. It's a lot more complicated than that... Well, actually it's not that complex... He saw me naked, that's the reason... - - - CLICHÉ STORY! Contains cursing and/or swearing. IN THE COURSE OF HEAVY EDITING THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CHANGE SOME OF THE PLOT. The book is a work of fiction. Nothing had really existed, happened or is really happening. #4 in Teen Fiction : January 18 2016 Mr. Bad Boy Saw Me Naked. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved to Aira Sakae.

Some people arrive quietly. No fireworks. No background music. Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room. You don't realize it's the start. Not until you're too far in. I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should. There was no moment of knowing. Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups. The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask. We were never official. Never obvious. We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't. And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone quieter. Smaller. And then... someone who walked away. This is not a story about the guy I ended up with. This is about the one I couldn't have. The one who arrived too late. The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending- Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself. And this time, I did.

He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025

"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.

He hates everyone. I just happen to be the exception... and the problem. He's the cold, untouchable boy everyone fears - and I'm the only one he ever talks to. No one knows why. They whisper about it in the hallways, staring when he walks by and doesn't bother looking at anyone-except me. He hates everyone. Teachers, classmates, the cafeteria lady-everyone. Except me. Some say I'm brave for not being scared of him. Others think I'm crazy. Honestly? They're both probably right. Maybe he talks to me because I once told him his death stare needed work. Or maybe it's because I'm the only one who argues back when he's being impossible. Now everyone's asking the same question: Why does the monster only listen to the girl who teases him? And if I'm being honest... I'm not sure if I've tamed him- or if I've just become his favorite person to ruin the world for. Tropes: grumpy x sunshine · sarcastic banter · protective love · misunderstood bad boy © COPYRIGHT NOTICE © 2025 Aria Rae. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, shared, or translated without the author's written permission. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or situations is purely coincidental.

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

I loved a boy. A boy with the prettiest smile and the messiest hair. A boy who made my heart race. A boy who never looked at me. Until one day... he did. And just like that, everything changed. It started with an art class. A random draw. His name in my hands. What was supposed to be a silly group project turned into late-night chats, endless laughter, and the kind of closeness I never thought I'd have with him. But life isn't always soft. It gets loud. Complicated. And somewhere along the way, we broke. Maybe we were too young. Maybe we weren't ready. Maybe... we were just never meant to last. This is the story of how I fell for him. How I lost him. And how maybe-just maybe-some people find their way back.