Courtney Radford

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.

"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?

WARNING!!! EXTREMELY CLICHE AND CHEESY! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE CLICHES!! _____ 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. ******************** 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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

Sequel to 'His BabyGirl' this can't be read alone or nothing with make sense so I recommend reading the first book for it to make sense!! ------ She belonged to him, whether she, or anyone else, liked it or not. That was the way it was. Ted. Shelby. Both gorgeous but both troublemakers. Sound like a perfect couple, right? Ted wanted Charlotte and Shelby wanted Tyrell. But Charlotte wanted Tyrell and Tyrell wanted Charlotte. Watch the two deal with jealous, arguments and fighting as they are also being pressured into doing things they weren't ready to face just yet.

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. ******** "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"

She lived on the other side of the world. She was happy, in fact, she was having the best life ever. Until he came. His dark, broody eyes. His smile that made her heart flip. His voice that weakened her knees. He wanted her back, but she didn't want to be hurt again, especially because she had her son's feelings to consider.

Nicholas James Black is the 20 year old gang leader. He is secretive, sexy and extremely smart. He doesn't care about what people think about him, until he literally bumps into the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Allison Winters is a 17 year old girl who is always looking for jobs. With no more money to continue education, she tries everything, even to contact her dad. With her mother in hospital and her being fatherless, it is hard for her to trust guys. She broke up with her boyfriend and although she was heart broken, seems to be able to get over him and concentrate on her main priority, her mother. Nicholas is a little insecure with a dark past that follows him everywhere and Allison is smart and confident. Ally doesn't want to fall in love again but Nicholas has other plans.

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.

Kasey Willow is just an ordinary teenage girl who is trying to get through school with no drama. Well, that can't exactly happen when you have the "Queen B" starting arguments with you, random arguments with a teacher who hates you and a badboy that most girls want, but cant have, after you. Jesse Collins is the badboy of the school. He uses girls and has a dark past that nobody knows of. When he meets Kasey and has her living with him within 1 week of knowing eachother, he starts to get the feelings he never wanted for a girl. He started to fall in love with her. And all he wanted was a little bit of love in return. - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm hot. You want me" he says. "Hell yeah I want you" I say and watched as he smirks. "See-" but I cut him off. "I want you to leave me alone" I smile falsely before walking in my house. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kasey is convinced that he doesn't care whilst he convinced that she is just hurt and needs some love.

Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley. Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him. That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!" He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law." Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart.

Blurb My father paid a hockey god to be my babysitter. Now he's the one I need saving from. Rule #1: Don't fall for the man your father is paying to watch you. I never was good with rules. When Coach Hartwell hired his star player, Ray Collins, to be my secret shadow, he thought he was protecting his "naive" daughter from the party scene. He didn't know Ray would become my obsession. Ray is arrogant, possessive, and everything I swore to hate. But when my picture-perfect world shatters, he's the only one who shows up. His hands are meant to report my every move. Instead, they trace secrets on my skin. This was a business transaction. Cash for protection. But you can't put a price on the way he looks at me or the way my heart races knowing every touch is a lie we're both choosing to believe.

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.

My name is Sarah Miller. I aced the SATs, my ticket to Stanford and a full scholarship – it should have been the greatest triumph of my life, a hard-earned escape from a mother who despised me and a twin sister who envied my every success. But my mother, Karen, decided it was Jessie' s turn to shine. With a sneer, Jessie snatched my acceptance package, revealing their sinister plot: they' d forged documents, stealing my future and handing it to her. When I tried to fight back, they launched a vicious counter-attack. Faked photos of "me" at wild parties, half-naked and drunk, flooded the internet, all blurred just enough to frame me. My best friend, Ashley, then publicly testified to my "insanity" and "promiscuity" for a bribe. The school believed them. Stanford revoked my scholarship, citing "moral turpitude." I became a pariah, whispered about, pointed at, branded the "psycho slut." The injustice was a suffocating weight. How could my own family do this? How could everyone fall for their lies? The world collapsed, and I fell into the dark, cold river. But instead of an ending, I woke up. Back in my bed, on SAT exam day. My alarm clock blared 6:00 AM. I had a second chance. And this time, they wouldn't win.

Welcome guys in 2nd part of MY STEP DADDY. if you are new you need to read first part MY STEP DADDY. Mature content 18+ "Daddy…." She moaned clenching my hair, arching her back giving me more of her nipples. I took her areola in my mouth sucking hard like a baby starving for milk. I was starving for her milk making her nipples bloody red I dragged my mouth giving her wet kisses. I make sure her whole body covered with my marks. All red and purple marks of my passionate love for her. She was moaning, Her erotic breath and my groan filled the room.I lash out my beast on her. I was rock and hard to enter inside her. "Daddy Please" She begged her face was flashed, Her cheeks were pinky like her name. "Rose promise me, you won't leave me" I asked entering inside her. "Yes daddy…I won't…" She said digging her nail in my back. "I love you princess…" I said thrusting inside her. It feel like heaven, Her pussy my heaven. "I love you daddy…." She moaned coming on me and I thrusted fastest speed like if I stopped she will vanished beneath me. "Princess where our baby…" I asked coming inside her. Her whole body frozen beneath me. I saw tear rolling down in corner of her eyes getting invisible in her hair. "Baby…" I asked and she broke into loud sob. "What happened" She cried giving me hard glare like I am the person in this world she hated most. The eyes holding so much love for me was replaced with hatred. "Baby.." I asked trying to give her hugged but she vanished beneath me before whispering " I Hate You daddy"

She was hopeful that her life would change. There would be a new start after she graduated from high school. She was ready to fly in the sky, and rise towards her dream. Little did she know that her life would turn upside down on returning home. The biggest life-changing event was waiting for her. She was hardly aware that the bracelet she had been wearing since her birth was a token. The token of her marriage to a man she had never met. She could do nothing but follow the arrangement, for life wasn't willing to spare her. Her helplessness left her no choice. Finally, she decided to give up everything and run away! And again, destiny made fun of her. Unexpected and unknowingly, he stepped into her life again. What was in store for her in the future and where was life leading her?

It is not to be understood that all statements here made are either ascertained facts or universally admitted conjectures. The introduction is intended merely to put those who are not scholars, and probably have not books of reference at hand, in a position to approach the translation at as little disadvantage as may be. Accordingly, we give the account that commends itself to us, without discussion or reference to authorities. Those who would like a more complete idea of Lucian should read Croiset's Essai sur la vie et les oeuvres de Lucien, on which the first two sections of this introduction are very largely based. The only objections to the book (if they are objections) are that it is in French, and of 400 octavo pages. It is eminently readable. With the exception of a very small number of statements, of which the truth is by no means certain, all that we know of Lucian is derived from his own writings. And any reader who prefers to have his facts at first rather than at second hand can consequently get them by reading certain of his pieces, and making the natural deductions from them. Those that contain biographical matter are, in the order corresponding to the periods of his life on which they throw light, The Vision, Demosthenes, Nigrinus, The Portrait-study and Defence (in which Lucian is Lycinus), The Way to write History, The double ndictment (in which he is The Syrian), The Fisher (Parrhesiades), Swans and Amber, Alexander, Hermotimus_ (Lycinus), Menippus and Icaromenippus (in which Menippus represents him), A literary Prometheus, Herodotus, Zeuxis, Harmonides, The Scythian, The Death of Peregrine, The Book-fancier, Demonax, The Rhetorician's Vade mecum, Dionysus, Heracles, A Slip of the Tongue, Apology for 'The dependent Scholar.'_ Of these The Vision is a direct piece of autobiography; there is intentional but veiled autobiography in several of the other pieces; in others again conclusions can be drawn from comparison of his statements with facts known from external sources. Lucian lived from about 125 to about 200 A.D., under the Roman Emperors Antoninus Pius, M. Aurelius and Lucius Verus, Commodus, and perhaps Pertinax. He was a Syrian, born at Samosata on the Euphrates, of parents to whom it was of importance that he should earn his living without spending much time or money on education. His maternal uncle being a statuary, he was apprenticed to him, having shown an aptitude for modelling in the wax that he surreptitiously scraped from his school writing-tablets. The apprenticeship lasted one day. It is clear that he was impulsive all through life; and when his uncle corrected him with a stick for breaking a piece of marble, he ran off home, disposed already to think he had had enough of statuary. His mother took his part, and he made up his mind by the aid of a vision that came to him the same night.

Kaida thought forever was the deal with her boyfriend, Liam, the captain of the Runners Hockey Team, until he broke up with her and reunited with his childhood lover, who had returned after several years of being away. Heartbroken and angry, Kaida decided to make her ex-boyfriend jealous by kissing her best friend's older brother, Maverick. Unfortunately, she reignited the flame he'd been trying to quench for years. Now, there was no turning back and no quenching the obsessive flame burning inside Maverick for her. After some time, Liam realized he truly loved Kaida and wanted her back, but Maverick wasn't letting her go. Kaida was his now, and he would go to the end of the earth for her sake. What began as revenge against her ex turned into something twisted and dark: something beyond words and certainly beyond obsession.

Thanksgiving weekend was just around the corner, and as an intern ranger, I was preparing for what my supervisor, Mark Thorne, called a "mandatory exploratory survey" to Devil's Gulch. But this seemingly routine assignment was a meticulously planned death trap, set by the man I worked for and the sister I loved. The rock bit into my back, a sharp pain, then nothing as my climbing rope went slack, sabotaged, as I plummeted into the cold darkness of the crevasse. Mark's chilling, empty smile was the last thing I saw above me on the narrow ledge, my sister Emily looking away, silent, complicit, as I fought for air. Killed. By my own supervisor and the only family I had left, betrayed for reasons I couldn't comprehend as my life vanished in an instant. Then I jolted awake, not in a freezing abyss, but in my familiar bunk, the comforting scent of pine from my cheap park-issued mattress filling the air. My heart hammered against my ribs as I touched my face, my arms, realizing there were no broken bones, no blood. The calendar on the wall screamed at me: three days before that fateful Thanksgiving trip to Devil's Gulch. I was alive. It was a memory, vivid, terrifying, but now it was also a warning. A second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the naive one; I would protect myself first, and if I could, protect my sister from him and from herself. I could still stop this. And I would.

My deskmate, Elara Vance, was a walking contradiction: weaving grand tales of designer clothes and exotic family trips to Zurich, yet she dressed in rags and carried the undeniable scent of neglect. I' d silently endured her outlandish fantasies and the awkward pity they stirred, until one tension-filled day, my patience completely snapped, and I brutally screamed across the crowded school hallway, "What is it, Elara? Are your parents dead or something?" The raw grief that instantly crumpled her face, followed by the shock of her fist connecting with my jaw, silenced the entire room, but the real storm was yet to come. Weeks later, news tore through our high school: Elara Vance, the girl everyone mocked, had mysteriously secured a full-ride scholarship to Yale, a feat that struck everyone, especially the popular clique, as utterly impossible. The internet exploded, fueled by vicious social media posts from school bullies, rapidly branding her a "Yale Scammer" and launching a horrifying campaign of doxxing and vile harassment that escalated far beyond high school cruelty, becoming a public digital execution. But as the online mob screamed for her digital demise, I was haunted by the memory of her tear-streaked face and that primal, anguished cry that day in the hallway: "They're heroes!" That desperate, defiant plea didn't fit the narrative of the pathetic liar I believed her to be, leaving me with a chilling, unsettling confusion. A sickening wave of guilt began to consume me, the realization hitting hard that I had played a part in unleashing this brutal, unprovoked attack on her. I knew then, with a desperate urgency that superseded everything else, that I had to find Elara Vance and finally unearth the true, devastating story behind her lies and the mysterious heroism of her parents.