❝ I don't have time to waste thinking about a boy who will only destroy my future,❞ I say getting closer to him with every word, maybe a little too close. I feel his breath fanning my face. He licks his lip as a sneaky smirk slips onto them, his greenish-gray eyes shift between my lips and eyes, making my traitorous breath hitch. ❝ You saying you think about me, Torres? ❞ ~ Mariana Torres is the first in her family to go to college. Being the first in a Latinx family comes with more pressure and stress than usual, something Mariana is used to. She wants nothing but to make her family proud, even if it means pursuing something she's not interested in. Now heading off to UCLA on a full-ride with her best friend, she's finally getting the chance to get a strong education and become a successful doctor. But every perfect plan has bumps in the road, and this one just happens to be a beautiful one. Aiden Grey lives life like he's dying. He parties, drinks, smokes, burns through his money, and sleeps around with every girl at UCLA. He isn't attracting the ladies by being a brooding bad boy, but by being so carefree you feel your problems slip away when you're with him. Too bad Mariana can't afford for her problems to slip away. *** Warning: Book contains swearing and mature content. WARNING... PART 2: This story contains emotional rollercoasters, flawed characters, tears, sometimes a scary amount of anger and frustration, a really really strong 'has to be you' type of love. *This warning was apparently needed...* ENJOY ~ COMPLETE ~ #1 in Adult-content 6/27/2020 #1 in Romance 6/28/2020 #1 in University 7/4/2020 #5 in Drama 7/6/2020 #3 in College 7/10/2020 #1 in Collegeromance 7/10/2020 #4 in Slowburn 7/18/2020 #1 in Love 10/21/2020 #1 in Singing 11/29/2020

Hunter Hayes is your average school badass. Always picking a fight with someone and acting out. Despite having all the girls drool over him he still secretly wants that one girl who hates his guts. What happens when they're put together for a project ? Do they get closer? Does she despise him even more? Find out now. COMPLETED STORY. SEQUEL: GOOD GIRL GONE BAD ~Will be edited when complete~

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree* **Copyrighted** His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall. "Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could. "Look at me." He said again. "Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled. I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way." He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose." The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk. *I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.