Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

A story about Sang, the first ever female to receive the mark of a dragon. Entering a world where males reign supreme, she struggles to prove that a woman has what it takes to be a great rider. Even if the dragon she's paired with is stubborn, moody, and would never let a human, least of all her, control him. What happens when the Academy-a school for the dragon riders and other magical beings-sends out nine of their best students with the task of searching for this new rider? Will they accept her with open arms? Follow Sang and the Blackbourne team on their journey full of love, war, and friendship. ****This is an RH and is a fanfiction based off of CL Stone's series, Ghost Bird.

nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.

My name is Esmerelda-Antoinette Marie-Elene Svetlana Saint-Claire Morozov Romano. Yes I know it's long. As I was walking home I saw that there were police at my house. I quickly rushed to see what was happening and talked to one of the policemen. "Ummm excuse me, sir, may I please know what is happening here at my house," I asked sweetly but sternly. "Oh, sweety well your foster father died of an overdose today. You will be dealt with by a social worker for the time being." The police officer said with a sweet smile. I simply nodded and went to go get all my stuff and pack it in my bag. Should I feel happy or sad that he died? I ask myself. I ignore my thoughts and go do my work. I pack all my clothes in a large suitcase. I put all my gadgets for work in my backpack and took my yo-yos with me. I also remember to take my blades with me. The blades I use to cut myself reminding me how big of a failure I am. A tear falls from my eyes. I open the drawer in the room and grab an emerald ring that belonged to my mother. I headed outside the house where a sweet lady greeted me. "Hello darling my name is Tara Lewis and I will be your social worker." She said and I nodded in acknowledgment. "Umm so I have a question, will I be going into the foster system again," I ask kindly. She nods her head no. "Well, I have done a DNA test to see if there were any relatives to take you in and I found your biological father. I called him about an hour ago and he is willingly accepting you. Just before you ask any questions I would like to inform you, you have ten older half brothers and a stepmother. You will be on a private jet tomorrow heading to Italy where your father will pick you up." She says sweetly. "Okay thank you see you tomorrow," I say as I grab a cab and head to a hotel to rest, or should I say prepare.

Young, innocent and always well-organized Hailie Monet under sad circumstances finds out about the existence of her five older, disgustingly rich, possessive and spoiled brothers. When she's forced to live with them, she discovers that their life is full of dangerous secrets which they are going to do their best to hide, especially from their little sister.

The world? Ha! Even hell and heaven fear her! Teufel was a notorious terrorist well-known for her ruthless nature. The government was already at its wits trying to catch her but for naught. While enjoying the peak of her achievements and fame, her soul suddenly transmigrated to an otome game she never even played. Reincarnated: "You have death flags on every route because of the heroine!" Teuful: "Haha! Then that makes it easy, let's just kill the heroine. Problem solved! I'm a freaking genius." *smirks* Reincarnated: *facepalm*... Author's Notes: Credits to gumicatkiller (she's an artist in tumblr) for her art which I used as a book cover. WARNING: This story contains violence, cursing and some offensive words to several culture/religion which may not be suitable to some audiences.

Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation This book is a ROMANCE, no matter how terrifying it may look at first. *** DESCRIPTION *** "I'll fucking slit your throat, you lying cunt. I don't have to burn you alive, I'll murder you with my own bare hands. I'll enjoy it, too. Laugh my ass off while you drown in your own blood, you're worthless and pathetic." He spat, his body shaking with uncontrollable rage. I felt my windpipes being crushed, tears welded in my eyes as I choked. I gasped for air, "well...someone d-didn't eat breakfast this morning. You're just Cuckoo for Coco P-Puffs." His massive hands tightened around my throat, shaking my body violently as his knuckles turned white with force, his beautiful face turned completely sinister with anger. Black spots darted in my vision, consuming my sight as they grew. My head started to feel light and airy as I began choking to death. His voice shook with rage, "What. Are. You." He seethed. His red eyes wide with fury. "I'm Batman." I choked, as I blacked out. *** 18 years ago, a baby girl was born, but she was born frail and weak. Her bones were delicate, and her heart could not beat on its own. The doctors told the mother that she would surely die within hours of her birth. Her mother prayed for something, anything to save her baby. The Devil answered. He saved her baby, and granted her the favor of life. With the mark of the Devil himself, branded into the smooth flesh of her skin. She had been claimed by the Devil, her fate sealed by the scar. But everyone knows... The Devil always comes to collect. ***

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.

First, it was her mom, then it was him. And he was no good for her. *** Elliot Wilds The name heard whispered in the school corridors. The name teenage girls gushed over. The name that made even boys hesitate. It was a name everyone knew. With cruel cobalt eyes, smooth-talking lips, and extraordinary style, he put even the bad boy reputation to shame. Elliot Wilds was cold, he was mean, he was malice. Nobody knew his past, not even the people who were his so-called friends, and nobody dared ask. Except her. Adrian Taylor's, the girl who slowly drove him mad. *** Not your typical bad boy love story and definitely not cliche!