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
Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
Author Lightwriter "What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. My Best Friends, My Worst Enemies
Ming Yue The last thing I remembered was Chloe's voice, sharp and gleeful, slicing through the haze of my headache: "They never loved you, Ava. Not Liam, not Noah. It was always me."
Her words were a hammer blow, each one a nail in the coffin of my life, a searing supernova of agony that exploded behind my eyes before everything faded to black.
I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my childhood bed, my unlined hands proof of a terrifying truth: I was back, the calendar on my desk screaming September 5th, senior year, before the nightmare truly began.
The reel of my first life rewound in fast-forward: Stanford, the calculated betrayals by Liam and Noah, Chloe's venomous strings, the engineered vasectomies, my promising career systematically destroyed, and the aneurysm that ended it all.
This was impossible, a future I'd already lived, a death I'd already died, yet the worn duvet felt real, the scent of my mother's pancakes too vibrant—a second chance, if I dared to seize it, to change everything.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, deleting Stanford from my early college applications and replacing it with MIT—my true dream, the one they had ruthlessly crushed.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and through the frosted glass, I saw them: Liam Walker, Noah Chen, and Chloe Jenkins, the architects of my past ruin, their bright smiles and feigned innocence an instant surge of cold dread. Secret Crush
Harry Serena When Chloe came to Leighton High for the first time, in a small town, she didn't expect to come into a bully's radar. All her life, she had always stayed out of people's way, and was never really noticed. She had also always had to make an effort to make friends, but never enemies.
Not that she didn't think she was way past getting one, but she didn't think it would be someone as Handsome as Zach was.
The first time they met was a disaster, and she tried her best to stay away from him, the only problem was, he wasn't letting her, and soon, the hate he showed her, soon turned into something she had never experienced before.
Would she be able to get rid of the unwanted feeling she was getting for him, or the unwanted attention he was showing her?
Find out in the intriguing story. Stolen Life, Stolen Style
Bing Xialuo My eyes snapped open.
The dorm room ceiling, with its familiar water stain shaped like a crooked smile, loomed above.
Across the room, Brianna Jones hummed softly, applying makeup.
She wore a cheap copy of my cashmere sweater.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
This wasn' t right.
This was weeks ago.
The memories crashed down: the Paris program acceptance, the "going away" party, the sickening taste, then absolute darkness.
Brianna had poisoned me.
I saw her smirk, remembered collapsing.
Yet here she was, her reflection smiling sweetly in her compact mirror, her voice falsely cheerful.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she chirped.
This was the ambitious girl from a small town.
My roommate.
The one who wanted my life.
I stared at her, the image of her malicious triumph at my party seared into my brain.
The subtle digs, the way she' d implied I was the copycat, her constant imitation of my style, my social media.
She' d meticulously cataloged me, then painstakingly isolated me, even turning away Liam, the hockey captain I genuinely liked.
All my kindness burned away in the hospital bed I now only remembered.
"You okay, Ava?" she asked, a tilt to her head.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
My parents always told me I was too trusting, too eager to see the good in people.
They were right.
This inexplicable situation felt like a cruel joke, yet it was real.
The date on my phone confirmed it.
Several weeks before the party.
Before she tried to kill me.
I had a second chance.
And this time, I wouldn' t be naive.
I wouldn' t be kind to the snake in my room.
This time, Ava Miller wouldn't be a doormat.
This time, I would fight. Works, V1
Lucian of Samosata It is not to be understood that all statements here made are either ascertained facts or universally admitted conjectures. The introduction is intended merely to put those who are not scholars, and probably have not books of reference at hand, in a position to approach the translation at as little disadvantage as may be. Accordingly, we give the account that commends itself to us, without discussion or reference to authorities. Those who would like a more complete idea of Lucian should read Croiset's Essai sur la vie et les oeuvres de Lucien, on which the first two sections of this introduction are very largely based. The only objections to the book (if they are objections) are that it is in French, and of 400 octavo pages. It is eminently readable. With the exception of a very small number of statements, of which the truth is by no means certain, all that we know of Lucian is derived from his own writings. And any reader who prefers to have his facts at first rather than at second hand can consequently get them by reading certain of his pieces, and making the natural deductions from them. Those that contain biographical matter are, in the order corresponding to the periods of his life on which they throw light, The Vision, Demosthenes, Nigrinus, The Portrait-study and Defence (in which Lucian is Lycinus), The Way to write History, The double ndictment (in which he is The Syrian), The Fisher (Parrhesiades), Swans and Amber, Alexander, Hermotimus_ (Lycinus), Menippus and Icaromenippus (in which Menippus represents him), A literary Prometheus, Herodotus, Zeuxis, Harmonides, The Scythian, The Death of Peregrine, The Book-fancier, Demonax, The Rhetorician's Vade mecum, Dionysus, Heracles, A Slip of the Tongue, Apology for 'The dependent Scholar.'_ Of these The Vision is a direct piece of autobiography; there is intentional but veiled autobiography in several of the other pieces; in others again conclusions can be drawn from comparison of his statements with facts known from external sources. Lucian lived from about 125 to about 200 A.D., under the Roman Emperors Antoninus Pius, M. Aurelius and Lucius Verus, Commodus, and perhaps Pertinax. He was a Syrian, born at Samosata on the Euphrates, of parents to whom it was of importance that he should earn his living without spending much time or money on education. His maternal uncle being a statuary, he was apprenticed to him, having shown an aptitude for modelling in the wax that he surreptitiously scraped from his school writing-tablets. The apprenticeship lasted one day. It is clear that he was impulsive all through life; and when his uncle corrected him with a stick for breaking a piece of marble, he ran off home, disposed already to think he had had enough of statuary. His mother took his part, and he made up his mind by the aid of a vision that came to him the same night. I Kissed My Bestfriend's Brother. Now What?
Blue berry Kaida thought forever was the deal with her boyfriend, Liam, the captain of the Runners Hockey Team, until he broke up with her and reunited with his childhood lover, who had returned after several years of being away.
Heartbroken and angry, Kaida decided to make her ex-boyfriend jealous by kissing her best friend's older brother, Maverick.
Unfortunately, she reignited the flame he'd been trying to quench for years.
Now, there was no turning back and no quenching the obsessive flame burning inside Maverick for her.
After some time, Liam realized he truly loved Kaida and wanted her back, but Maverick wasn't letting her go.
Kaida was his now, and he would go to the end of the earth for her sake.
What began as revenge against her ex turned into something twisted and dark: something beyond words and certainly beyond obsession.
Betrayed by Blood
Jing Jing Thanksgiving weekend was just around the corner, and as an intern ranger, I was preparing for what my supervisor, Mark Thorne, called a "mandatory exploratory survey" to Devil's Gulch.
But this seemingly routine assignment was a meticulously planned death trap, set by the man I worked for and the sister I loved.
The rock bit into my back, a sharp pain, then nothing as my climbing rope went slack, sabotaged, as I plummeted into the cold darkness of the crevasse.
Mark's chilling, empty smile was the last thing I saw above me on the narrow ledge, my sister Emily looking away, silent, complicit, as I fought for air.
Killed.
By my own supervisor and the only family I had left, betrayed for reasons I couldn't comprehend as my life vanished in an instant.
Then I jolted awake, not in a freezing abyss, but in my familiar bunk, the comforting scent of pine from my cheap park-issued mattress filling the air.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I touched my face, my arms, realizing there were no broken bones, no blood.
The calendar on the wall screamed at me: three days before that fateful Thanksgiving trip to Devil's Gulch.
I was alive.
It was a memory, vivid, terrifying, but now it was also a warning.
A second chance.
This time, I wouldn't be the naive one; I would protect myself first, and if I could, protect my sister from him and from herself.
I could still stop this.
And I would. A Daughter's Defense: They Were Heroes
Alexis My deskmate, Elara Vance, was a walking contradiction: weaving grand tales of designer clothes and exotic family trips to Zurich, yet she dressed in rags and carried the undeniable scent of neglect.
I' d silently endured her outlandish fantasies and the awkward pity they stirred, until one tension-filled day, my patience completely snapped, and I brutally screamed across the crowded school hallway, "What is it, Elara? Are your parents dead or something?"
The raw grief that instantly crumpled her face, followed by the shock of her fist connecting with my jaw, silenced the entire room, but the real storm was yet to come.
Weeks later, news tore through our high school: Elara Vance, the girl everyone mocked, had mysteriously secured a full-ride scholarship to Yale, a feat that struck everyone, especially the popular clique, as utterly impossible.
The internet exploded, fueled by vicious social media posts from school bullies, rapidly branding her a "Yale Scammer" and launching a horrifying campaign of doxxing and vile harassment that escalated far beyond high school cruelty, becoming a public digital execution.
But as the online mob screamed for her digital demise, I was haunted by the memory of her tear-streaked face and that primal, anguished cry that day in the hallway: "They're heroes!"
That desperate, defiant plea didn't fit the narrative of the pathetic liar I believed her to be, leaving me with a chilling, unsettling confusion.
A sickening wave of guilt began to consume me, the realization hitting hard that I had played a part in unleashing this brutal, unprovoked attack on her.
I knew then, with a desperate urgency that superseded everything else, that I had to find Elara Vance and finally unearth the true, devastating story behind her lies and the mysterious heroism of her parents. 
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