(PREVIEW) *Identity is published on Amazon* Secrets define you, love will break you. Trinity used to be the life of the party. She enjoyed music. However, that all changed when she lost someone she loved. Now, she can't stand to hear a single melody. Once wild and courageous, she has now turned into someone who runs away from her problems. She acts stone-cold, but on the inside, she just wants someone to love. Leonidas lives off music. After all, he and his siblings didn't become one of the most famous bands worldwide for no reason. The blinding lights and the roar of the crowded stadium fuelled him. But not anymore. Leonidas has become a shell of the person he once was. Now, he's everything you want to stay away from-moody, tatted, and full of sarcasm. What happens when Leonidas, who is known to the world as the lead singer in Times Three, is forced to move into the small town Trinity lives in? He quickly discovers that Trinity doesn't know his true identity. Will he tell her who he really is? Or will he keep the biggest secret about himself and break her in the end? A rockstar and a girl who hates music - what could go wrong if they fell in love? Everything. *** Rankings #1 in Band #1 in Singer #1 in Bands #40 in Romance

Nuria Daeva is a 17 year old girl with a traumatic past which she is yet to overcome. Shes been in America for 2 years now and she's struggling but finally learning to love herself again but it's hard when your learning to love someone else, too.

"You want this just as bad as I do, Berkshire." Draco says looking down at her "Stop." Faye demands. she does want him, bad. But she can never admit it.

Meet Juliette Nomen. She is a normal girl, well at least on the outside. She is a normal senior in higher school. Perfect student and doesn't get too much attention, just like how she likes it. But she's hiding the best secret ever. She has superpowers! Only her immediate families knows and it is a sworn secret to never tell a soul. Superpowers belonged on the big and small screen. Juliette can barely believe it herself. She rarely uses her powers and they are only used to make her life more convenient. Anyways, it is a lot harder to be a superhero in a world where you shouldn't exist. However, a sinister plot begins to reveal itself and the solution might just be her. Meet Jayden Greene. He is a bad boy down to...well the surface. Not much is known about him as he moved to Juliette's town at the beginning of senior year. And he would prefer it that way. With dark hair, blue eyes, and perfect face, he is the most popular and mysterious boy at school. There isn't much to say about him, or is there? A simple and stupid school project starts to snowball into friendship and unshared feelings for a high school girl and a high school boy. But this is Juliette's life, so nothing is truly normal. Familial secrets revealed, friendships lost and new ones formed. Juliette Nomen is navigating through her last year at high school, finally learning what it means to be a superhero... All while falling for the "bad boy" in the process.

"I was yours the moment I saw you and I'm still yours now. Just like you're mine, Princess. Forever." ~ She was the quiet girl that tried her best to stay invisible yet would managed to capture the attention of everyone by just her mere presence. He was the loud boy that caused trouble where ever he went yet would be as sweet as pie when it came to his princess. His Flora. Theo was Flora's best friend's brother, forcing them to grow up by each other's side. But, neither would mind as they were like milk and cookies - completely different but perfect together. She looked up in awe of him and he looked down at her with adoring eyes. That was until Theo's trouble eventually caught up with him as he was sent to away to live with his Uncle, forcing the two apart. Now, he's returned and he's come to claim what is his. ~ [ONGOING]

He was a cruel King, but he would bow down to her. He had the darkest of beasts inside of him, but she could tame him. He had no soul, no morals, no heart, yet he loved her with every fiber of his being. She was his Queen.

"Don't you dare think you're anything but mine." + Abigail Grader lived a sheltered life, protected from the cruel world that surrounded her. Pure and soft-spoken, she enjoyed the simplicity of life. That was until a business deal fell through due to her uncle's arrogant and foolish behaviour. In an attempt to fix his actions, a contracted marriage was drawn up, binding Abigail in a loveless arrangement. He was dangerous, respected and cold. Notorious for his ruthless business strategies and negotiations, Damien Russo had authority and power within the palm of his hand. He lacked the capacity to love, but she had an abundance of it. As secrets unfold and walls are torn down, feelings are twisted with love, lust and betrayal. He would go to the depths of hell for her; she was, after all, the devil's favourite. + "D-Damien," she whimpered, "Not here." "You're just so damn intoxicating," He murmured into her neck, nipping at her skin as his hands rubbed her inner thigh, "You've got me fucking addicted." ----- Just a little disclaimer: This book is for mature audiences. Contains violence, mature scenes, and abuse. If you find any of these topics uncomfortable then please do not read. Hope you enjoy!!

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Book 1 hell /hɛl/ noun a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. "irreligious children were assumed to have passed straight to the eternal fires of hell" Unfortunately, they were wrong. Hell wasn't a place of suffering, or a spiritual realm of evil. Hell was where the devil formed and from the ashes of the devil, rises El Fénix... ____________________________________ FYI: - no mature scenes - mentions of abuse and r@pe - violence

[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched to ashes. adele desired to watch the flower of love wilt, fall, root, rise, and bloom before her very eyes. she was determined to prove to the sun how much she cherished ginny weasley, and not even the brightest thing on the planet would outshine the love she felt for her. ginny weasley x OC deathly hallows | post-war