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  • Bad Boy Isn't My Type... (Published as 'The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys)
    73.9M 1.8M 50

    "The good girl always falls for the bad boy," he sneered and I smirked. "Well, you're in luck because I'm not a good girl," I retorted, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "Prove it." When Andy Deeks moves away from home to attend university, she soon regrets not checking out the details on her new roommate...

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  • Broken Pieces... (18+)
    68.3K 1.5K 15

    warning | The following story contains vulgar language and sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. So don't go complaining in the comment section because you've been warned... • • • Being 17 is hard. It's even harder when you're basically taking care of your mother who's a drug addict and young brother...

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  • Broken Pieces
    247K 7.5K 27

    *FOLLOW ME BEFORE YOU ADD THE BOOK, SOME CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE* 17 year old Kiara has to forget about her childhood and start becoming a parent, when her mother dies giving birth to her little sister Chloe. One common drunken night, her father kicked her out of the house with her little sister. 19 year old...

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  • Living With The Bad Boy
    1.4M 30.8K 47

    Meet Stella a goody two shoes girl but that doesn't stop her from being sarcastic, crazy and bubbly. When her parents decide to take a break on work and take a 6 month holiday to travel. She is forced to live with her mum's friends. Her mum's friend has a boy her age. The boy turns out to be the notorious bad boy, Mat...

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  • Avery and Mr. Bad Boy
    193K 6.1K 43

    Avery is a quiet girl. She isn't very Social and definitely does not like Parties.Things change and let's say some people change, at least when she meets Mr. Bad Boy, Kyson Hulet.

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  • Society Killed The Teenager
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    "I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it in a book for safe keeping. I look down at my thighs and see the word...

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