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. The Hockey Star Regret
Aya Starr Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he's the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn't need, because he has all the money that she doesn't.
When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed.
Now, Coleen isn't sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden's deep gaze towards her. Kissed By My Brother
Elisha Plasket He always called me his little bird.
For six years, since my parents died in that tragic fire, my uncle Michael Davies was my world.
He promised to protect me, to give me a gilded cage where I could feel safe.
But on the eve of my 18th birthday, that gilded cage became a prison.
I overheard him in his study, a phone call that shattered my entire existence.
He was talking to Emily White, his ex-fiancée, the woman he truly loved.
And in that chilling conversation, I learned the truth.
My "savior" had orchestrated a monstrous plan: he was going to auction me off at my own birthday party.
And Emily, the woman he swore he loved, revealed she was the one who set the fire that killed my parents.
My uncle knew.
He' d known all along.
Every sweet word, every gentle touch, every act of supposed kindness was a lie designed to keep me a pawn in his twisted game of revenge.
I was just a substitute, a cheap copy of the woman he truly desired.
The pain was unbearable, a betrayal so profound it left me gasping for air.
But the girl who loved Michael Davies died in that hallway.
A new Sarah was born, cold, hard, and desperate to escape.
I would not be his victim.
I would not be their entertainment.
I would survive this.
My only escape was a desperate plea to his grandfather: arranging a marriage to a comatose man, miles away.
It felt like a desolate choice, a sacrifice for freedom.
But it was my only hope.
I had to get out. Claimed By The Heartless Heartbreaker
CARALILYBEE What if you fall deeply in love with someone who sees you as nothing but an inconvenience?
What if he ignores every tear, every smile, every desperate attempt to matter to him?
What if he crushes your hopes again and again and you still wait, foolishly, faithfully?
Would you still cling to the hope that one day, he will finally love you back?
But what if, just what if, the day you finally teach your heart to let him go, and he shows up begging for a second chance?
Can you forgive the man who once was your heartless heartbreaker?
Liana Celina Ruiz was hopelessly in love with her foster brother even at a young age. She pleaded with her foster mother to arrange their engagement and to her delight it happened. But love was never easy. It was sacrifice. Pain. Years of trying to prove her selfless love to a boy who never asked for it.
Elias Joaquin Saavedra Rosario was the only heir to the Rosario fortune, a gifted artist with breathtaking looks, yet cold, distant, and ruthless. He refused to be swayed by his mother or his spoiled brat of a financèe he was supposed to marry. Instead, he vowed to show her she was mistaken, that he wasn't the man for this determined orphanage girl.
Now tell me, who will win this war?
The girl who gave everything?
Or the boy who gave nothing but pain?
Heads up: THESE TWO WILL ABSOLUTELY TEST YOUR PATIENCE. THEY'LL FRUSTRATE YOU, ANGER YOU, AND PROBABLY MAKE YOU WANT TO SCREAM.
IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS, IT'S OKAY TO STOP HERE.
IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT... WELCOME TO THE FIRE.
The Thorne Protocol: An Heiress's Master Plan
Gavin The screech of tires, the smell of burnt coffee, and then… I was back.
Not in the mangled wreckage of my car, but in my college dorm room, sunshine streaming through the window.
My roommate, Maya, stood by the mirror, a saccharine smile plastered on her face.
She was wearing a flimsy, cheap imitation of my bespoke silk dress.
A jolt of pure terror and disbelief shot through me.
The date on my phone confirmed it: September 5th.
I had somehow returned, almost a full year before the catastrophic "accident" that ended my life.
That "accident" was caused by Maya, who loosened the brake lines on my convertible.
In my first life, this moment unfolded in silence.
I chose to hide my identity as Chloe Thorne, tech heiress, striving for normalcy.
My quiet tolerance, my desperate wish to be liked, ultimately sealed my fate.
Her voice, already dripping with poisoned honey, was the same one that would systematically dismantle my reputation.
It was the same voice that ultimately led to my very existence being ended.
The unfairness of it all, the knowledge of what was to come, made my heart pound like a trapped bird.
How could I have been so blind, so foolishly kind, that it led to my own demise?
The memory of her betrayal, her crocodile tears, fueled a cold, resolute fire within.
I was no longer the girl who would silently endure her manipulations.
I had been given a second chance, a rare, chilling gift.
There was no room for niceties, no space for the old, naive Chloe.
As Maya turned, expecting my usual placid response, I sat up, my gaze unwavering.
"Take it off," I commanded, my voice entirely devoid of warmth.
This time, I would write my own ending, on my own terms. The Sweet Friend's Deadly Secret
Herculie Dipietro I was a driven high school student, about to embark on the biggest national scholarship competition of my life in Washington D.C.
It was a life-changing opportunity for everyone on our team, especially my boyfriend, Mark Olsen, and my seemingly sweet best friend, Jessie Evans.
But that life ended in betrayal.
A drink spiked with my fatal allergen, followed by swift anaphylactic shock.
Mark and the others testified I drank it knowingly, painting me as a distraught villain.
Jessie, playing the grieving friend, became a national sensation, a "survivor" online, while my Pulitzer-winning investigative journalist mother fought for justice.
Jessie's powerful family allies launched a merciless smear campaign, shattering my mom's reputation, costing her job, and ultimately, her life to a stress-induced heart attack.
After I died, the chilling truth unfurled: Jessie orchestrated my demise and my mother's ruin.
Her motive? Pure, unadulterated revenge.
My mother had exposed her CEO father's massive corporate fraud, sending him to prison, and Jessie wanted us both to pay.
The injustice burned through me, leaving an icy trail of hate.
Then, I woke up.
The familiar lurch of the bus, Mark's voice arguing with the driver, demanding we wait for Jessie's "lucky locket"-the exact same words, the exact same moment.
I was back, armed with the horrifying knowledge of what was to come, and a powerful secret: a full-ride Stanford scholarship I already secured.
This competition was meaningless to me.
This time, things would be different. The Hockey Star's Secret Obsession
Charity Writes "I'll help you become the woman you've always dreamed of being, Adele. I'll help you build a confidence so strong, no one will ever dare to bully you again."
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When the school's top hockey player-the famous quiet bad boy every female students admired, approached me, a plump, bullied omega no one ever noticed, I was stunned.
I rejected his offer, even though I had secretly admired him for the past two years since he transferred to our school. I was too scared. Scared of getting on princess Chloe's bad side, especially since she had her eyes on him too and has been parading herself as his girlfriend all over the school.
But it wasn't long before I found myself crawling back to him, desperate to take the offer this time as I couldn't take the torments any longer.
I knew this choice would cost me more than I imagined, but for the first time in my life, I was ready to fight for myself. To change my life and existence. Forever. And nothing was going to stop me now... The Impostor Heiress
Chang An My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the culmination of a perfect life, the grand debutante ball cementing my place in Dallas society.
I was Gabrielle Johns, poised, confident, and ready to claim the life I' d meticulously prepared for, always mindful of the recurring nightmare of a girl screaming I was a fake.
Then, just as my father was about to speak, the ballroom doors burst open.
A girl, Maria Chavez, a wild, aggressive stranger, stood there.
She pointed directly at me, yelling, "She' s a fraud! I am the real Blakely daughter!"
The room plunged into shocked silence, all eyes on me as I registered her worn clothes against my designer gown.
My heart pounded, but a single, calculated tear traced a path down my cheek as I whispered, "Daddy?"
Maria lunged, splashing wine on my white dress, a violent stain shattering the perfect image.
My own brother, Andrew, my closest confidant, then shockingly defended her, presenting a 'DNA report' from a shady lab and claiming her story was true.
He chose her over me, leading this sobbing stranger further into my home, while my fiancé, Wesley, quickly abandoned me for her.
How could my family, my brother, be so easily manipulated, so quick to doubt the daughter they raised, over a desperate plea and a flimsy lie?
Even as the world tilted, a cold resolve settled in my bones.
The dream wasn't a nightmare; it was a warning.
They expected me to break, to crumble.
But I was a strategist, and this was only the first battle.
I would fight for my life, expose the impostor, and reclaim everything that was rightfully mine. 
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