Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

A poem about a girl with a fatal disease.

Juliet was just a normal high school girl who was ready for summer. She had all of it planned out. She would spend some time with her friends and her family. That was until the night Mr. Hayes came into her life. Juliet never expected to be given away to a man that she knew nothing about. She never thought that she would be doing any of the things she does while with Mr. Hayes. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Look if it is about last night I don't think that we should let that happen again." He looked up to me with confusion. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way to me. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Well you only did it because I looked at someone. Why was that a bad thing? You think you own me and that is not true." I backed up from him but he followed. I got all the way to the door and he blocked me in with his arms. This is not good. "What if I don't want to stop?" He asked narrowing his eyes at me. "I don't care. I don't think this should go any farther. I don't know you and you don't-" he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I tried to push him back but he pinned my arms above my head.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

A simple and innocent girl, Annabell Jameson is an out-of-college, paid intern at her family's marketing company. While doing a quick run for coffee for her bosses back at Jameson Marketing Company, Annabell meets a dashing, yet mysterious Derek Abernathy. Something about him seems dangerous and edgy. Any girl would be attracted to him within a thirty mile radius. So what makes Derek seem so dangerous? Why does he fall for Annabell, of all people to fall for?