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This book is not rated mature but it does have ONE chapter where mature content is involved so PLEASE do NOT report this book. "And how do you suppose we do that?" I scooted a little closer to him and tilted my head a little, curious to know what his response would be. "Um well we could uh talk about our lives you know, school and family and friends and other stuff like that." "And do you really want to do that?" I asked him running a finger down his white t-shirt after closing the small distance between us. "Do you really want to just sit and talk about family," I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "and friends," I lightly nipped his earlobe while continuously running my finger down his shirt until I reached the waistline of his black jeans, "and school," I was just about to trace my finger over his zipper when he gripped my hand and looked me in the eye just as I finished saying, "and other stuff like that." I looked up from our hands to his green eyes, taking in the blueish specks of his irises, with a hint of hazel mixed, surrounding his pupil. We stared at each other for a minute, me admiring how close his proximity is and how the tingly sensation of his hand on mine felt good. "No I don't." Dominic groaned out, looking down at my lips and then back up at me. "No you don't what?" I leaned in a little, suddenly feeling drawn in to his green eyes and awaiting lips. ------ Ryler didn't expect to fall for him so soon. It only took her 2 days for her to realize how much she truly cares for him. Only 2 days for her to also realize it was a mistake. Only 2 days for her to feel heartbroken.

"Wow Ashley our house is huge!" I said as we pulled up to are new home in California. "I'm so happy to be back in the place where we grew up." Ashley commented. A bunch of memories ran through my mind. Rydel, Ross, Riker, Rocky, Ratliff, and obviously Ashley were in every flash back. I remember specifically the time when Rocky fell into his pool and pulled me in with him. Tears started coming to my face. "Cat, don't cry we're gonna track them down and they are gonna be happy to see us." "I know but they're famous now, they're not gonna want to be are friends anymore." She looked at me with a mad look in her eyes. I knew exactly what she was gonna say before she said it. "Cat, you know Rocky likes you, like really likes you and if it's meant to be you'll find each other again, okay?" I nodded, "Yeah, I guess your right." We finally got out of the car and grabbed most of our things then headed to the door. (MAJOR EDITING) I will be combining some chapters to make this story have less parts, and also I'll be tweaking a few scenes, but nothing that will change the stories plot. I wrote this when I was fourteen. Read at your own risk. MY FIRST FANFICTION/STORY.

(In this story, Ross is 1 1/2, and the rest are they're real age in real life. xP) The amazing R5. They perform brilliantly on stage, and know how to put they're happy faces all the time. Oh, well, you see, don't let those ahppy faces fool you! Stormie, (they're mom) died giving birth Ross. Mark was devastated. A few days after he was born, he killed himself. They we're so sad and depressed about it. Ross never knew what happened. In fact, he was only a newborn. So now, he's 1 1/2, and he calls Rydel mommy. He thinks shes his mommy, and she decided to keep it that way. She didn't want to upset Ross and say his mom died because of him. Everyone thought it was cute when he called Rydel mommy. They live together alone, and sometimes they visit the rest of the family which are only 5 houses away. Anyway, Ross is the best baby boy Rydel could ever take care of. He has soft blonde hair that she loves brushing, but after taking him a shower and knots apear, and she has to take them out, which he hates because it hurts. She loves everything about him. Will there be any challenges in they're life? Will there be any bad conflict? Drama even? Maybe he wont let anything get away with him and his baby heart. --------

***WARNING*** My grammar is the worst! But English isn't my first language and I was like 13 or 14 when I wrote this story so please don't comment that the grammar is horrible because I KNOW THAT :) I just don't want to edit this story so have fun reading this :) ________________________________ Rosalie (Rosa) Emily Lynch is 14 years old and is the youngest Lynch. Her sister Rydel is a big influence to her and her brother Riker, Rocky, Ross & Ryland are showing her all their skills. They met Ratliff a few years ago and they started a band. Well, Riker, Rydel, Ratliff, Rocky & Ross did while Ryland started DJ-ing. Everyone in her life was busy so she didn't know what to do anymore. Rosalie wasn't a good dancer at all even when her family was really talented. She maybe looked like them with her beach blonde hair and her beautiful hazel eyes but she wasn't that talented. Cover by @boyswithguitars •••UNEDITED••• Reached 100K on December 30th 2015

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

"Life isn't always easy. ... For nobody. ... But especially for me it's a living hell. ... Why did it have to happen to me? ... I don't get it. ... And now I don't know what to do. ... So many things are running through my mind. ... Where are the people, who used to love me? ... I need you guys. ... An important person in my life is missing and I need help to save her. ... Please." ... "I guess, people are right, when they say: You never know how much you love someone, till they're actually gone." ... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ross lost everything. He made one little mistake and his whole family hates him. He lost his family, his home, his girlfriend, his place in the band and most importantly he lost the love and trust from his family. Now he's living on the street, saving every penny he still has. Ross' longtime enemy finds out that he lost everything and now he and his gang make his life a living hell. They insult him, beat him that bad, that the nurses in the hospital already know Ross and know what happened when he walks in. But one day a special girl saves him from his daily beatings; they become friends fast or maybe even more. Ross promises this girl that he will always be there for her because she also got abandoned by her family. But what, if satan comes back and makes everything worse in Ross' life? Can he make his life lovable again? Or will he be sad and broken for the rest of his life? (Big thanks to @raurabet for the awesome cover)

"What the hell am I going to do, Nikki?!" Neil yelled as soon as the phone call ended. He was freaking out because Max was coming over and was probably going to ask why they were hanging out without him. "We can just tell him you were tutoring me on our upcoming math test!" Nikki suggested, slightly freaking out as well. The ocean-eyed boy thought for a moment. "Okay, we can tell him that. Just please don't tell anyone the things we talked about at the park," Neil begged, not wanting anyone to know about his secrets. "Did you really think I was going to? Of course I won't tell anyone. But is it okay if Max knows?" Nikki asked without thinking. Neil gave her a surprised look. "What?! No! He can't know that I like h-" "Guys?" The two could hear Max ask from outside the window. ~~~ Warnings: Gore Violence Depressing themes Swearing Self-harm Major character death Sexual content David ~~~ This fanfiction is completed(Finally)! Thank you so, so much for reading and following along with my fanfiction. I take comments as my only motivation to write, and they definitely helped a lot. Thank you, @ItsRainingWhales, for giving me ideas and helping me to write. It's crazy how many reads this has. Once again, thank you so much for over 39K reads. ~~~ Cover by me 👍

"We'll always love you. That's a promise, Rei," Riker said. "Yeah, no matter what, we'll always stick together," Ross said. "You can always count on us," Rocky said. "You're like a little sister to me, Rei," Ratliff said. "No one can replace you, Rei," Rydel said. "We can't ever imagine life without you," Ryland said. "Forever?" I asked. "Forever," they said. Different. She was just always different. She wasn't a rocker. She wasn't outgoing. She was shy, small, scared. This is a story of a girl. That girl was me. "She's nothing like you guys." "She's so quiet, you forget she exists." "She's related to you?!"

When new comer Ryan Montgomery, meets Hayley Rhys, he makes a friend he never knew he needed. Laughing, crying and changing together only brings them closer. Ryan shares his past with Hayley only to be haunted by the antagonist of his nightmares. The two teenagers slowly get past their brick worries and peer above everything, just enough to see each other in a different light. I wish that was enough, sometimes you have to chose. Reality or a dream? A really good dream, a dream you can almost touch. A dream that laughs and smiles; kisses and loves you. A dream that's not a dream at all. A dream that's HER. ...x...x...x... "I want to kiss you." She didn't take her eyes off of mine- her words were all the incentive I needed. I placed my kisses on her neck, sucking and nibbling lightly. I wasn't sure where this was going. We weren't going to go too far with both Dan and Grace now sleeping in the back. "Keep going." It was barely a whisper, just two words that escaped in between a moan. My kisses travelled up towards her jaw. "God just kiss me Montgomery." She smiled and pulled my face to hers. It wasn't slow. It was fast and filled with static. She moved her hips slightly, pushing me into the seat with her kiss. I moved the hair out of her face and pushed back but my head met the chair once again. God. Her hands ran up and down my spine and curled round my waist. "We should stop." I rushed all the words out at once. We should stop. I didn't want to. I kissed her again and she rocked her hips back and forth. Fuck. "You're right." She tugged at my hair and we didn't stop kissing. "We can't. We can't." I held her face in my hands and took my time to breathe. I could still taste her in my mouth and it took everything I had not to kiss her again.

Ashlynn Wylde. Age 22, about to be 23. She has three friends, two being family. Growing up, she was always told how odd she was. People gave away a lot with their eyes and Ashlynn was desperately avoiding the intimacy eye contact brought with it. After a terrible encounter when she was in high school, she found herself with a scar stretching from the inside of her palm all the way up to her upper arm. After seeing how much her family struggled, Ashlynn is determined to appear normal. During college, she made her first friend who also happened to be her roommate, but she counted it as an accomplishment. Always trying, she would bring her eyes to people's noses or to a space on their face as close to their eyes as possible...hoping...praying that people would never figure out that eye contact made her want to hurl. People were terrible sometimes, but Ashlynn was on the hunt for the good ones. Now, graduating college, she finds herself as the maid of honor for the only friend she managed to make. With this wedding, comes a whole lot of terrible encounters that push Ashlynn out of her comfort-zone. Most of those encounters she'd put in the same file labeled "Rylan Thatcher". A man who desperately wanted her eyes to remain on him. -- -- "Ronnie used to go on and on about how much he adored it when your eyes would focus on him when he was talking to you." His hand ran up my arm, fingers brushing over my scar. He hooked his hand under my wrist bringing it up and around his neck, our eyes connecting for a second. "I get it now." My breath caught as his hand ran along my neck, thumb pressing against my lower lip, parting them. "Under your gaze, I feel like the most important person in the world." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. My eyes fluttered shut, but he pulled back causing them to open again. A smirk pressed to the edges of his lips as he made his way lower, brushing his lips against my torso on his way down. "Eyes..." Kiss. "On..." Kiss. "Me." 100K+ words~