Copyright © 2014 All Copy Rights Reserved *READ 'One In A Milyon' and 'One In A Milyon 2' BEFORE READING THIS. Once again, Milyon's life is in shambles. Carti is fighting for his life while Milyon received some news that could potentially be her downfall. Milyon waits day after day for Carti to awake from his coma, but nothing. Shy and Mace are still messing around, but that's all it is-- messing around. Both of them are waiting on the other to make the next move. Shy is the one to make the next move but it isn't regarding their relationship. She grows tired of not doing anything with her life and depending on Mace all the time. She wants to make her own money. Mace lets her into his hectic world while he takes on Carti's role as boss. He decides that he wants more money and steps up his game. But he continues to look over his shoulder as he still has enemies out there and never know when they'll strike. What happens when everyone is in their own world but they all become tangled up in the same madness?

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who live in reality. And those who live in fantasy. And then, then there is Winter White. The girl who dances between reality and fantasy, locked away in Aeternum sanitarium. She sees illusions of people. Seven people who are nothing but a delusion of her mind. And yet... They are very, very, real.

Nothing stays the same, everything and everyone changes. Sometimes it's for the best, most times it's for the worst. You don't ever get over anything, you just adjust. Adjust to the harsh reality. You get let down. This story is completed but I am editing.

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Alcline Academy. Boarding school to the elite, for parents who have too much money and not enough time for their children. One of the most prestigious schools in the world. Its the fast track to success in life at a high price. The children of diplomats, rulers, celebrities and more find themselves in the exclusive school known for its security and privacy. And now. So has Larkspur Jones. daughter of a deadbeat plumber and a painter. She's won a prize any teenager hoping for a better life would kill for. An all expense paid education at Alcline Academy. That. Or an invitation to hell.

After her fiancé left without warning, leaving behind only a note on the kitchen counter, Isabella thought it was time to start over. She was broken and lost and realized that her relationship had left her with deep scars, scars that she didn't want to acknowledge. She sold all her belongings and moved to an apartment right above The Magnolia Café, in a small town called Greenshire, where she meets the clumsy and yet charming Connor. Will Isabella be able to recover from her wounds and fallen in love again? ***Trigger Warning: This story contains swears and mentions abusive relationships.*** P.S: English is not my first language, so if you read something of mine, please be kind in the comments and constructive criticism is really appreciated.

Juliette Harbison describes herself as mediocre and in all honesty she is nothing more than average. Does well in school but not great, plays no sports and had no club affiliations but that is exactly why Sam Biggs is interested in her. He offers her a proposition that no one can turn down. Sam will serve Dawson Dwight, Juliette's ultimate crush with a side of revenge on her ex best friend Amber, who happens to be dating Dawson. And all Juliette has to do in return is a small little favor. Take Sam's virginity.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.