Knowing Asher

I enter the collage party with Tyler holding on to my waist. My leather hot pants kinging to my ass for dear life while my black corset lifts my boobs and my long cherry red hair hanging over my boobs. I'm a freshman and he's a senior here so me being seen with him is a big deal. Everyone stops and looks at us. I smirk as I toss a piece of my hair over my shoulder. We walk to the hotspot, which is the kitchen. He pushes me up against the counter and he starts whispering in my ear and kisses my neck. I laugh in delight. "Yo! Tyler, bro!" I hear one of his bro's call. On their arm is a girl with dirty blond hair and a black mini skirt on with wedges and a crop-top. "Yes bro?" Tyles asks and instantly I find her annoying. "This is my sister, Lily, She's new." The guy says and she steps forward. Extends her arm and hold out her hand. I grab her hand and shake it. "Hi." I say and she looks at Tyler that continues kissing me in my neck. Her eyes keep following each movement he makes. "Heyy guurrlll!" I hear my girls come rushing into the room. "Hey my babies, I missed you." I say pushing Tyler off me. "Baby." He says nagging. I blow him a kiss as I wrap myself in a group hug with my girls. "Who's miss Barbie doll?" Keath asks and I shrug. "Just a no body." I say and in that second Lily and I make eye contact she frowns and has a nasty look on her face. "Be nice." I hear Tyler say walking past Lily to me. He places his hand on my waist and pulls me out of my safe circle and into his arms. Then he kisses me with tongue...Lily just stares. ...

"You. Have. A. Crush?" one of my best friends looked at me like I was some kind of an alien from outer space. The shock on her face made me regret telling this to her. I then gave her a sheepish smile but honestly, I despised that look on her face or on anybody's face. Hey! I'm a person too. Am I not allowed to have a crush?! "Oh shut up and let her finish!" I silently thanked my other best friend seated next to me. "What?! I thought she didn't have a heart and now look!" Willow replied blatantly. I gave her a look. "Soooo, what's his name?" She leaned forward. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I played with my fingers. "Okay come closer. I'm only going to whisper his name once." With that, the four of us leaned in together and once we did, I whispered his name as softly as possible. Once we pulled back, there was only silence in our group. I quickly looked down to avoid all the stares. Seconds later, Noah was the first to speak. "Alright. I mean I don't know him so I can't judge. He seems decent," he shrugged and smiled at me. "Noah's right. He's cute and he's got manners." Cora added. I sighed and then we all turned to Willow. She was too quiet. Ooops spoke to soon. "WHY HIM?! Of all people?!"

[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

"Fuck, baby. You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response. "However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes become longer and harder and faster. "You feel that? My fingers deep in your pussy that's dripping for me?" He licks the side of my neck as my breaths come out in short pants. "My dick is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sore for days. And you're going to love it." ---------- Thea Brooks, an 18-year-old college student, lives her life by a schedule. She has school, homework, her job at the Coffee shop where she drinks way too much caffeine to be healthy, and the rest of the time she is watching her little sister while her mother is at work. She thinks that everything will remain the same as she starts her college classes, but that all changes when a new friend of hers introduces her to an attractive guy that she can't seem to get out of her head. Grayson Dark, a 22-year-old Alpha of his pack, has been searching for his mate since he turned 16. All hope is lost until one of his pack mates strolls into his home with the most magnificent scent- his mate's scent. After only slightly maiming his pack mate, it is revealed that his mate is close by- and human. Without understanding the supernatural world existing around her, Thea will have to learn to look past Grayson's faults- mainly his possessiveness and anger issues- while staying out of danger from unknown threats and learning her place at Grayson's side. Oh... and keeping her grades up. How hard can that be?

My palm cracked against his cheek before I even realised I'd raised it. He froze, then smiled-slow, cruel, like he saw something ugly inside me I tried so hard to hide. And then his hand shot up, fingers sliding into my hair.... enough to make me meet his eyes. Enough to remind me how easily he could close the distance between anger and something darker. "You think this makes you brave?" "No," I said. "It makes me done being scared." "Do that again," his breath touch my cheek, "and I'll make sure you never forget how I'll ruin you." I laughed breathlessly. "You already did. You've been ruining me since the day I stepped into this place." He smirked. "If that's what you call ruined, Sunshine, you haven't seen anything yet." "Obsessed. Psychotic. You can't stand not being in control, can you?" He leaned in, voice cutting. "Control? No. I just hate losing. And I hate you more than anyone I've ever met." "Leave me alone... demon," I managed, "stay out of my life." hating the tremor in my tone. He stared at me. "Demons never let go of their prey." his thumb brushes on my lower lip. "Until you do what I say." He stepped back and took off his jacket and held the jacket out between us. "You want me to leave you alone?" He said slowly like a challenge disguised as mercy. I crossed my arms. "What are you doing?" "Making it official." "Official?" He stepped closer, so close I could feel the faint heat still clinging to the leather. "You'll wear this," his grey eyes locked on mine. "You'll wear my jacket. Every time you feel it, every time someone looks at you, you'll remember who made you take it. You'll remember me and I'll stay away." For a heartbeat, I stared at him, hated him for how much I understood his madness. How he twists me, questioning my own sanity, using every crack in me as a weapon. Would Elara choose peace over him? Tale of vengeance, obsession and defiance. Dark academia aesthetic. Morally heroes, slow-burning romance. Enemies-to-lovers.

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT<3 "Im serious kitten. No one believes me." I got angry. "So you told everyone that you stole her innocence, laughed at her, treated her like shit and now you're here pitying yourself." He got angry. "Hails the story isn't true. I didn't do it." A moment of silence. We were both staring at each other trying to read each other. I finally spoke up. "Dont call me Hails." He looked confused but then he smirked. "Ok kitten it is." I grew angrier. "No not kitten. HAILEY. That is my name and that is what you will call me. I am not your pet to call me kitten and you dont deserve to call me Hails. GOT IT?!" He was shocked by my outburst but then he smiled. Not a smirk but a real smile. "Ok Hailey, I just wanted to tell you thank you for...you know Friday." "Yeah yeah no problem. " I was about to walk away but then he turned his back and was cursing himself. I had 2 choices: pretend to not see him and walk away or... well lets just say I did something reckless and stupid. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He was definitely not expecting that and he was stiff. A second later he loosened up and turned around and hugged me the proper way. He hugged me TIGHTLY. So tight I couldn't escape even if I wanted too. Honestly, I didn't want too. I know this is weird and all but that hug was real and full of emotion if that makes any sense. I felt his sadness through it. I decided to break the silence and whispered, "Why me?" He whispered back, "Why you what?" "Why did you decide to tell me?" "Because you're the only girl who doesn't giggle every time I speak." We both chuckled. We were still hugging mind you. "Hailey, I'm sorry I just feel so... so..." He couldn't find the right word but I knew it. I finished for him. "Alone." He moved just enough to look into my eyes. He was still holding me. His eyes were unreadable. I got scared, thinking I said or did something wrong. But then he smiled. "Yeah...alone."

She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

"You've got to be kidding me." I whispered. "Sorry didn't get the name, kitten." He smirked. None other than the Ross Lynch stood in front of me. The girl he was recently sucking faces with stood behind him, her small shirt that could be a bra and shorts that had her butt hanging out made her look ugly with her caked face and stilettos. "I-I was j-just leaving." I looked up to his 6'0 foot frame. His smirk grew more, his dark eyes boring into my soul. "Why so early? we were just getting started." I gulped. "Lets just leave." the girl said. Ross didn't even move, his eyes still fixed on mine. "You can leave." he called out to the girl. She snorted, smacking her gum and walking out the door. The next thing I know, I'm pressed up against the wall. Ross' lips above my ear, with his hands sitting on my hips. I instinctively placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him back. "Why so distant?" he whispered, gently rubbing his nose up and down around my right ear. My body went stiff, me not being used to this sort of attention from a guy. Little low the bad boy. "Kitten?" Ross breathed. Suddenly, I felt cold. Looking over, I saw Ross had moved to leave the room. He turned to look at me for a second, showing me his smirk. Than he walked out, leaving me with my racing heart and heavy breaths. Zenas White was the nerd of the school. She always turned in her work on time, and stayed out of trouble. Because of this, her wealthy parents bought her own place to live. Enter in Ross Lynch, the bad boy. He never did any work, never listened, never took "no" for an answer, and never stayed with the same girl twice. But after a bet made with his friend, Joel, that he couldn't get Zenas to give him her V-card, Ross attempts to prove him wrong. Zenas knows of his "charms", not wanting anything to do with the bad boy, she avoids him at all costs. But than the unthinkable happens, they start developing feelings...for each other. Inspired by the movie "She's All That".