One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long eyelashes. A perfectly sculpted jawline. A shiny silver ring pierced into his bottom lip, matching his silver eyebrow piercing. I didn't realise how long I had spent taking in his Godly features until I felt a tingling feeling on my neck. Lips. He was sucking on a small part of my neck. I wanted to push him away from me and slap him across the face, but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed with desire and curiosity as I stood there trying to take in what was actually happening. He pulled away smirking at me, twisting my insides, "You belong to me now" he whispered.

Alex Valentine. 22. Model. She had a life of glitz and glam, unlimited riches, gourmet food and hot toy boys whenever and wherever. She was loved, hated, envied and admired. She lived the ideal life. Rose English. 21. Photographer. She came from an honest, working class family which was crumbling around her. And fast. Loved by all who knew her, pitied by those that didn't, Rose lived a pretty tough life, not that she'd ever admit it. When Rose was hired as a photographer for "Valentine," a hot-shot fashion magazine owned by one of the most successful men in New York, she was surprised to find out that she would be snapping pics of his daughter Alex, one of the most well known models worldwide. This is the story of how two people born into such contrasting worlds grew closer under unlikely circumstances, and how this blooming relationship changed both their lives forever. But with dark secrets, shady characters and naive families, how will the story end? Will Cinderella get her happily ever after? Fingers crossed.