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. His Bet, Her Ruin, Their Reckoning
Ellene Millstein The icy water stole my breath, a final, burning cold consuming me as I sank into the dark lake.
The last thing I saw was my Harvard acceptance letter, a cruel joke on the grass.
Yesterday, that letter was everything, the key to saving my brother, Liam.
But that was before Noah Vance, the school bully, destroyed my life.
It began with his chilling "mind-reading" trick.
He cornered me before the exams, his smirk unwavering as he revealed things only I knew, like Liam' s urgent need for a bone marrow transplant and our family' s crushing medical debt.
He proposed a bet: if he got into an Ivy League, I' d be his personal assistant for three months.
If not, he' d pay for Liam' s surgery.
Desperate, I agreed.
I aced my exams, and the call from Harvard brought a wave of relief.
Then I saw the public scoreboard: my perfect score, and right below it, Noah Vance, with the exact same perfect score.
It was impossible.
He and his friends dragged me into the shadows.
"Looks like I won," he sneered, his face inches from mine.
There was no money for Liam; only the bet.
They held me down.
They broke me.
Not just my spirit, but my body.
The next days were a blur of pain and shame.
I couldn' t tell anyone.
Then the hospital called: Liam had a complication, an infection.
Without funds, they couldn' t operate.
He died two days later, and with him, a piece of me.
I walked to the lake, the Harvard letter in hand, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
How did Noah Vance, a slacker, get a perfect score?
The water closed over my head.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was in my bed, the sunlight streaming in.
My best friend' s text buzzed on my phone: "You ready for the last day of hell before exams?"
I was back.
Back to the day before the bet, before everything.
A cold smile spread across my face.
This time, Noah Vance would not succeed. The Day I Became Free
Ariel Bruckman Thanksgiving was supposed to be a day of gratitude and family. I' d worked double shifts, saved every penny to buy my mom, Maria, a warm winter coat. I even clung to a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, today would be different, that she'd finally see my efforts.
But my brother, Caleb, saw a massive banner for a 'Gratitude Exchange' TV show, offering a new PSX-Pro console. Maria didn't hesitate. She looked at me, then at the gaming system, and declared, "Why spend money when you have all that gratitude? It's not like it does anyone any good." My heart shattered as she forced me to sign a contract, agreeing to trade "my gratitude for her" for a video game.
On live television, they hooked us up to a memory scanner. Maria and Caleb twisted my past, painting me as an ungrateful, destructive monster to the whole country. They exposed selective, ugly moments, cheering as the 'Approve Trade' vote soared, while I stood there, voiceless, watching my own mother publicly erase me.
How could she? How could my own mother weaponize my memories against me, fabricating a monstrous version of her daughter for a new gaming console? Was my entire existence, my endless sacrifices, truly worth less than a toy?
But then, it was my turn. As my memories flashed across the screen, the real story unfolded: my sacrifices, their manipulations, their true cruelty revealed to the world. And as the public' s outrage turned the vote decisively in my favor, I knew exactly what I had to do. This wasn't just about a console; it was about freedom. 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.. Reborn to Save My Dad
Snootie My Harvard acceptance letter felt like a golden ticket, a one-way out of this dead-end town.
That Friday night, after the football game, all I wanted was to help my dad close his auto shop.
But then I heard a muffled sob.
It was Jessica Miller, the head cheerleader, trapped by star quarterback Bryce Vanderbilt.
My dad taught me: "You see something wrong, you make it right."
So, I intervened.
That act of courage cost me everything.
Jessica pointed me out to the police: "He' s the one who attacked me."
My scholarship was rescinded for "moral turpitude."
My name was dragged through the mud.
The stress killed my father, the only man who believed me.
Months later, at a gas station, I confronted Jessica and Bryce.
He shoved me into traffic.
And then, nothing.
I woke up expecting hell, but instead, I was back in the high school parking lot.
The Friday night lights buzzed.
The Harvard letter was in my pocket.
And then I heard it again: Jessica's muffled cry.
The trauma of my first life crashed over me.
Last time, I sacrificed everything for a lie.
This time, I knew what to do.
I turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and walked away.
My father was alive right now.
And my only job was to keep him that way.
This time, justice would look very different. Reborn to Rewrite Their Downfall
Sibeal Sallese I had one dream, one path: the U.S. Naval Academy. Every study session, every athletic drill, built towards Annapolis. It was my future, bright and clear.
Then, my childhood friend, Ethan, handed me a drink, "Just something to help you relax, Maya." It was drugged. I failed the medical exam, my dream crumbling to dust.
While he soared to Ivy League success, I ended up packing boxes in a dead-end job, my spirit as empty as the containers I filled. Years later, at our high school reunion, Ethan's girlfriend, Jessica Hayes, saw him glance at me. That night, she smiled triumphantly, "You don't fit into the script," before pushing me off a balcony to my death.
As I fell, a chilling truth struck me: Jessica knew. She was reborn too. This wasn't merely fate; it was a sinister, orchestrated setup, spanning two lifetimes. The scale of their malice left me utterly enraged.
I gasped awake, seventeen again, in my old bedroom. Three months before the SATs, before the Annapolis medical evaluations. A cold fire ignited within me. Rebirth. Another chance. Not just to reclaim my dream, but for revenge. This time, I knew their script, and I was going to rewrite it into their downfall. Too Late For Regret: The Girl They Broke
Valeria I still remember the day my American Dream was brutally shattered.
I was a high school prodigy, with near-perfect scores, poised for Yale, ready to conquer the world with my intellect.
But my biological parents, David and Susan Miller, harbored a dark, selfish agenda.
They secretly bribed a corrupt admissions contact, orchestrating a malicious swap of my exceptional SAT scores and deeply personal Yale application essays with my utterly mediocre stepsister, Tiffany' s embarrassing string of failures.
Yale, astonishingly, accepted her, while every single top university I had dreamed of rejected me outright.
They publicly branded me a charlatan, a liar, ruthlessly humiliating me across the local media to cover their heinous crime.
My glittering academic career, indeed my very identity, was cruelly stolen, leaving me spiraling into a debilitating depression, utterly adrift and shamed, stranded in a local community college.
Years dragged on, and the Millers, now ostentatiously flaunting their burgeoning tech empire, ironically "reclaimed" me for a brazenly cynical PR stunt.
They meticulously planned a grand "Ivy League Acceptance Gala," ostensibly to celebrate Tiffany's fabricated triumph, but unmistakably to publicly humble me once more, broadcasting my supposed inherent inferiority to their elite circles.
How could these deeply prejudiced individuals, who so deliberately engineered my devastating downfall, now so audaciously exploit me as a mere prop, truly believing I was still that fragile, broken girl they had so casually discarded years ago?
The profound injustice burned like a searing brand.
But they profoundly underestimated me.
They remained blissfully unaware of Eleanor and Marcus Vance, my true adoptive family, whose quiet but immense power had meticulously nurtured an unbreakable resolve within me.
They gravely mistook my composed silence for utter defeat.
Tonight, their meticulously engineered spectacle of triumph will spectacularly become their complete and utter unraveling.
Tonight, I reclaim every single part of my stolen future. 
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