"There must be a price to pay to achieve your dreams" In a world full of imperfect humans, Adonis was molded into being the poster child of perfection until he was no longer a child when he had to witness his rebellious brother crack from being under a lot of pressure mainly from the pressure of his politician father who went as far as sending his teenage daughter to a private catholic school to punish her for getting pregnant in her teenage years, almost ruining the facade of his perfect family. The only thing that he cares about. Adonis didn't turn out the same. Adonis didn't run from his responsibilities, the pressure ignited a blaze in him and it kept him going. He was doing alright until one accident and his whole life suddenly turns into a complicated reality show with so many unexpected twists and turns with a lot of secrets coming to light, all because he attempted to rebel against his father for the first time in his life and failed. It doesn't help when he was forced into the mere world he was trying to escape; the world of politics. A mistake to hide his another mistake. Everything just gets worse when an unknown organization kidnaps him purposing they wanted him to work alongside them to achieve their perfect dream for the country and the world. The perfect dream to restore the world. If he says no there must be a price to pay. The price includes the people he loves and starting to love. Could Adonis fight from being a puppet of an organization that even the CIA knows nothing about while keeping his loved ones safe?

Imagine living your life waiting for a single touch-a touch that will change everything. [Book #2 of the Soulmate Series] ©felicitate | 2015

Unexpected Love #2 The blurb and any new chapters will be written when I finish my exams this year (hopefully this summer)

Keely Staub has grown up. At least that's what she thinks has happened. No longer a naive eighteen year old being introduced to a music industry that's equal parts grandeur and grime, she might even be considered a veteran. At just twenty six, she's lived almost too much of a life in the intervening years since she first came to New York. A great love and a great band, not to mention more than a few unsavoury addictions picked up along the way in the time honoured traditions of the rock stars before her. And she gave it all up - except the rock star part, of course. That was a different Keely Staub, a more innocent and wild one all at the same time. She's determined that person and all the things that came with her will stay in the past, and has a very clear path laid in front of her. A measured, smart, hopefully one day respected, path. The problem is the past refuses to remain the past.

Four different kids. Joined together at one Juvenile School. Ophelia Romana - "The Vandalizing Queen" Blair Rogers - With her "Hands of Fire" Slayter Finley - Fighting/Hacking Machine And lastly, Ryder Wilson - The Murderer ... or is he? These four teens go on a long and hard mission to get Ryder his freedom and help him escape, using each of their skills and intelligence. This won't be easy. But They're The Delinquents. They can do anything.

This story isn't your typical fairytale. thing is; not all fairytales end up with the frog transforming into a prince or the beauty falling heads over heels for the beast, the reality is far different. far more dangerous far more deadly far more cruel sometimes in the process of healing the beast; the beauty becomes a beast herself. ____________________________________ His chocolate orbs dilated as his gaze locked with mine, he leaned forward, enough to make me reconsider my intentions; I stared back with equal intensity enforcing my mind to stay intact as my eyes silently threatened him to look away first. An angelic chuckle erupted from his throat as he tucked a fleeing strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my earlobe, almost daringly; certainly aware of the effect he had on me. My hands that once rested at my sides now pushed upon his chest, desperately trying to create some distance as his warm minty breath continued to hit my face, clouding my conscious. His hands shot up, tangling with my own as he gripped both my wrists with either one of his hands, trapping me against the wall, his glare never flattening. My breath hitched as his lips crashed upon mine, bruising them. Pushing me further into the wall, his lips now at my jaw, kissing and biting as he grinds onto me, ensuring I feel every inch of his arousal. Letting out an animalistic groan as he rubs himself onto me, matching my heavy breaths. I lean forward to place a quick peck on the tip of his nose; this seems to break his daze, chuckling as he nuzzles back into my neck. "you're going to be the death of me", his voice a mere whisper; burning my skin. Oh if only he knew. My body tensed on instinct, afraid he had figured it all out, but I discarded the unwelcoming thought instantly. He couldn't have I gaze up at the ceiling, a smile glued onto my lips in victory, as he takes my earlobe into his mouth, grazing the soft flesh with his bare teeth, almost painfully.

In the aftermath of an overpopulated world that was saved by the Storm, everything seems to have been solved. All except the diabolical method of controlling the new population. The Branding, known on the streets as "the Darkening" happens at the start of every year, targeting will-be seventeen year olds. At midnight on new year's eve, their wrists are branded with color-coded tattoos, each with a different meaning. Olivia and her friends are just a gaggle of messed up teens, whose families are each other. They know what is going to happen, but they aren't prepared. Not in the least bit. Olivia has to watch as her friends are marked a safe green, or labeled red for assasination. But she can't tell them about the purple that is branded onto the skin on her wrist. She can barely believe it herself. Purple is the killer's mark. She is branded a killer. A murderer of her own friends. There has to be a way to avoid this. All she has to do is find it. But she can't even think straight, so how is she supposed to fix it all on her own? *I got the borderline idea for this story from the red and green dot trend thingy on tik tok. So creds to who ever started that trend* TW: There is violence and blood.

Mute Girl, Bad Boy sequel! Rosella Jacob is a shy blind girl who only has one friend called Luca. Rosella was blinded at a young age by a man who is after her family, his name is Xavier and he's out for the blood of the Jacob's Family. Rafael is the son of a most feared man Andrei Ivankov the mob boss of Russia, who's is currently making a illegal organisation in the UK. Rafael notices the small blonde girl who lives next door and at some nights she climbs on the roof, her beauty and innocence captivates him. Cover by; Mishyrules

[Highest Rank: #1 Teen Fiction] He walked up to me, suavely, and put his muscular arms on both sides of my small form, carefully. "Make me fall for you." "What?" I stared at him, dumbfounded by how close he was to me. Fall in love with me? Was he for real? I squirmed farther into the wall, against my locker. He smirked. "You heard me. I'm giving you one year, Zoe. That's it. After that, if I don't fall for you, then your brother's secret is out." With that, he took his hands back, smiled at me, and whirled his gorgeous body to class. Vince, the high school's bad boy, just ordered me to make him fall in love with me. This better be good. *** Zoe Harvick is the girl next door. Hidden from secrets which shape her life, her only goal is to pass high school with flying colors. She wants nothing to do with Vince or with his bewildering complications. Vince Mascars is a bad boy. His devious attitude earned him the title "the Beast". With a dark past and a murderous future, his only goal is to get a taste of temptation. He wants to use Zoe Harvick as his pawn, and plays the game with her, to get the vengeance he always wanted. What happens when Vince asks Zoe to make him fall in love with her? Love, Beast and a bit of beauty makes... Zoe And The Beast *NOT A WEREWOLF OR VAMPIRE STORY* *Cover by @cokonut *