The Bad Boy's Cupcake

Living With My BadBoy

Sequel of My BadBoy Neighbour. This wouldn't make sense unless you read My BadBoy Neighbour first! Lucy and Chad fell madly in love. They begin to plan their future together, university, gap years and their love for each other. However, when they find that Sophia Jackson- a girl who claims to be madly in love with Chad- moves right next door to their university dorm- everything begins to crumble. Follow Lucy and Chad's love journey throughout university and watch as they begin to develop problems they have never had before.

Friends With The Player

"Don't talk to my best friend you complete and utter ass hole" I say walking over to him. I heard a deep chuckle beside me and I looked to see Sebastian Evans. "Feisty... I like it" he winks and I snort, which was very un-lady like but I could care less. "Yeah and this feisty one is going to kick your best friends ass!" I exclaimed and we, no doubt, had all the attention on us. "Woah. Sorry cutie pie but I can't let you do that"he says and I would've blushed at the nickname if I wasn't so angry. Sebastian Evans and Bailey Richard gets closer and closer after Sebastian best friends start dating Bailey's best friends. Jealously and trust are big things in relationships... so can they earn each others trust?

The Bad Boy's Baby

COMPLETED Sequel to "The Bad Boy Likes Me?" You should probably read that before you read this one. Jesse Collins and Kasey Collins have been happily married and they both have been working and putting some money aside for their little bundle of joy that is on the way. However, with jealous fangirls, haters and people who aren't necessary good, how will jesse and Kasey make it through. Better yet, will they? What will happen when you mix love and bad people?

The Player Wants Me?!

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.

I Love The Bad Boy

Cali Evans is just trying to get through high school without bringing unnecessary attention to her. She decided to join the cheer team and now hangs around in the popular crowd. Shawn Myers is the bad boy. Without even trying, Shawn get all the girls attention, even when he doesn't want it. He only wants one girls attention, and one only. When Cali gets paired up with The Shawn Myers, she thinks her life it over. Quinn would find out and she would be friendless. Trust, love and jealously brings the two together, but it also brings them apart. And so does Cali's thoughts about How To Get Through Highschool.

The Bad Boy's Daughter

NEXT BOOK FROM THE BAD BOY'S BABY! CAN BE READ ALONE!!! Summer is the bad boy's daughter. Not only does she have 3 older brothers but a father who was once the towns bad boy. She was the youngest but the only daughter that Jesse and Kasey ever had. Drew Johnson is the basketball captain and the hottest guy in the school. He has always liked Summer but with 3 very over protective brothers and father, he never made his move. Until one particular day, Summer gets into a fight. He was there and witnessed everything, but what will he do with the newly found information?

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Woke Up Married To A Secret Zillionaire

I went to the New York City Clerk's office to handle a simple administrative matter, but the woman behind the glass handed me a nightmare instead. It was a certified marriage license from Clark County, Nevada, filed exactly three months ago. My vision blurred as I read the name in the spouse field: Baxter Noel. I was legally married to the ruthless billionaire whose legal team was currently suing me for intellectual property theft and trying to destroy my career. I remembered the conference in Las Vegas and a drink that tasted far too sweet, followed by a twelve-hour black hole in my memory that I had chalked up to exhaustion. When I sought help at my family's estate, my stepmother and sister didn't offer comfort; they stole my passport, shredded my clothes, and framed me for academic plagiarism to strip away my university fellowship. Even Baxter himself looked me in the eye with cold indifference, claiming he didn't know me and promising to have me arrested for fraud if I ever showed him that document again. Within twenty-four hours, I was homeless, jobless, and being hunted by the most powerful man in the city. I couldn't understand why a man who "eats people for breakfast" would be caught in the same trap as a struggling scientist like me. The confusion turned to pure terror when I looked at the witness signature on the license: Gene Mcclain. My mother, who was supposed to have died in a car crash ten years ago, had signed that paper with a fresh, trembling hand only ninety days ago. "I am holding a grenade, and I have no idea when the pin was pulled." Standing in the biting November wind with nothing but a laptop and a marriage license, I realized I was just a pawn in a much deadlier game. I stopped running and began to fight back, determined to use my unwanted status as the billionaire's wife to uncover the truth about the mother who came back from the dead.