Novels

My boyfriend, Liam, was this super-genius, a real cold fish, and absolutely hated being touched. We'd been together for years, but we'd never done anything remotely couple-y. No holding hands, no pecks, nada. I just figured he was wired that way, and I'd resigned myself to a totally platonic relationship. Then, on his birthday, I took a forty-hour Greyhound bus ride to see him. And I saw him under a streetlight, smiling, lightly tugging on some girl's ponytail, and then, get this, holding her hand. That's when I knew I was done. "If some other chick's touched him, he's too dirty for me." He went completely ballistic,

My Roommate Was a Total Mouth Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves' disease?” When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?” My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me. I went back to the dorm and confronted her about it. She just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know depression isn’t contagious?” she

Ethan Hayes was notorious as a playboy. He treated every girlfriend like gold, showering them with whatever they wanted. Except for a ring. Everyone knew he was hung up on his first love, still bitter about their breakup. It was like he couldn't move past that with any other girl. Five months into our thing, my family was getting on my case. I had no choice but to break it off. "I heard your first love's coming back. Congrats." He just smiled and said, "Yeah." That night, his buddies threw him a "single again" bash. It was a huge party, loud and crazy. Someone piped up, "Hey, Ethan, I

Ten years. That's how long I'd been with Liam. Then, I accidentally picked up his phone. "Hey, babe, the little kitty just had a whole litter of kittens!" It was a sweet, feminine voice. The contact was saved as "Sweet Pea." "He's in the shower, call back later," I said coldly before hanging up. That night, Liam went ballistic, grabbing whatever clothes he could find, and rushed out the door. Meanwhile, I trashed "our" place, erasing every trace of myself, and bought a one-way ticket overseas. Three years later, Liam found me on some tropical island. He stared, eyes red-rimmed, at the little boy standing next to

My High School Sweetheart Got into Harvard, I Ended Up at State My boyfriend, Liam, had this golden ticket to Harvard, like he was born to wear a crimson hoodie. Me? I landed at State, a perfectly okay school, but a far cry from the Ivy League. To even try to be on his level, I went nuts studying for the GRE, aiming for a Master's program at Harvard. The year I bombed the test, we broke up. I ghosted him, blocked him on everything. He went off to do his PhD, and I started slinging street food – those greasy, delicious hot dogs

Seven years into their marriage, Jason Sterling was over his little songbird. She bounced out, leaving behind a single, dismissive line: "Jason, I've cashed in. And honey, you're not worth a dime to me anymore." I watched it all unfold, a detached observer waiting for Jason’s famous temper to flare. It was a familiar scene, practically a weekly occurrence for the past three years. But this time, he just gave a cold laugh. "A pet bird? Please, like I ever gave a damn." Then, not long after, came the news: she'd been in a fatal car crash. The man who was always so cool and collected

My roommate, Stacy, had this takeout-thieving habit. One day, she went too far - she scarfed the food my online gaming buddy, "ShadowStrike," had ordered for me. Later, ShadowStrike sends me a screen-grab from the delivery guy's camera and hits me with, "You look like that? How dare you even talk to me? Gross!" He dumps me and immediately hooks up with "Valkyrie," the top female gamer in our scene. Everyone starts posting pics of Valkyrie, laughing at me, "Look at the whale who got dumped. Serves you right!" "You're no match for Valkyrie! She's gorgeous and a gaming god!" I stare at the picture...

My Days of Crushing on Jake, the Hottest Guy in School, Were Fueled by Desperate Dieting It all started with the gym class where I almost fainted from starvation. Jake, without a word of argument, took my hand and led me straight to the cafeteria. He was practically seething, "Can you just stop with the freaking dieting already?" he demanded. "If anyone makes a crack about your body again, I swear, I'll go off on them, okay?" But that day, I confessed my feelings to Jake. He just stared at me, a kind of mocking grin playing on his lips, before finally asking, "Seriously, you don't think

"That's it?" Tiffany, his childhood friend, snickered as I stood there, blushing, while Liam confessed his feelings. "Those limited-edition sneakers he's wearing could cover your rent for a year. You really think he's serious?" I did believe him, or at least, I wanted to. I was too naive then to understand that Liam and I lived in completely different worlds. That all changed when Tiffany's bracelet went missing. Liam, along with everyone else, turned their accusatory gazes on me. His voice was dripping with sarcasm: "If you needed money, you could have just asked. Why the dramatics?" My eyes stung, and my hands shook