Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

*Sequel to Crossing the Lines but can be read as a stand alone* Growing up, many people are taught there are lines. The line between ethics and morals, right and wrong, love and hate. People are raised to know the difference between the two, making them to be better citizens of society. Then there are others, us. The criminals, the elites, the heirs. Hell, some of us are all of the above. We grow up in a world where the lines are blurred. Besides, if we knew about them, what's keeping us from attempting to cross them? ----------------------- Aria Russo is the heiress to the Sicilian mafia. She may be the spitting image of her, once normal, mother but she grew up in her fathers world. A world where there is evil, bloodshed, and wrongdoings. Sadly, for Aria and her friends, this world also included Stonebridge. Stonebridge Academy is one of the top schools in the world. Not only do you have to be smart to get in, but rich as well. Stonebridge is the epitome of "Don't ask, don't tell", with students from all different backgrounds and all different means of money. Will Stonebridge Academy teach Aria about the lines in this world, or will it help her get better at crossing them?

{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 }