Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.

I write edgy, sexy teen romances, and that's what I'll continue to do.

I realise it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.

I flip open my phone to text Jessica: Me: Guess who's pregnant? Jess: u? Me: Get real. Jess: ur mom? Me: yep Jess: Mazel tov!? Me: Don't congratulate me, plz Jess: Could b worse Me: How? Jess: Could be u? Me: I'm a virgin. Jess: Nobody's perfect.

(Kiara sees Carlos' bleeding face)"Carlos! Oh my God, what happened?" "You still recognize me with a busted-up face. That's a good sign, right?

I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night

Love. Is it just a word that boys use to manipulate girls?