[UNEDITED] Lauren Hayes Ruiz has been subjected to unwanted threats. As Ruiz's only child and heiress, she is always surrounded by those who oath their lives to protect her. She doesn't care about them until the new hired bodyguard arrives-a female bodyguard. Even though she despises the flirting behavior and obscene gazes, she is developing strange feelings for the new bodyguard, and she is unknowingly falling into a trap. But her new bodyguard is hiding a secret... her true identity. ◀ ◀ ◀ ◀ ◀ ■ ▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ Action | Romance Date Started: July 13, 2016 Date Finished: ------------------ NOTE: I don't own the image(s) I used as my edited book cover. "Credits to the owner of image." ------------ This story is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and Events are fictitious, unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author. Plagiarism is a crime.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

The world is overran with undead. Giant hordes of zombies are pouring out of the East Coast, threatening the Midwest. The defense of Mondamin Court, a quiet neighborhood in Des Moines, Iowa is up to a disabled cop, a fourteen year old boy and a transgender girl. What could go wrong? Mondamin Court is a typical lower middle class neighborhood in a midwestern city. The people are a cross section of normal Americans. Each book starts with the same setting and characters but they face a different apocalyptic scenario.

Riley Lancaster thought she had everything figured out. Until she didn't. After breaking up with her longtime boyfriend, she expects to move on like any other high school breakup. But when she crosses paths with Savannah Moreau, the school's golden girl and star cheerleader, something shifts. Savannah has always been confident, bubbly, and effortlessly popular. She's dated guys, smiled through routines, and played the role everyone expects. But when Riley starts taking up space in her thoughts, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Neither of them planned for this. Falling for each other wasn't in the playbook. And in a school where reputations are everything, admitting their feelings could change everything. As they navigate friendships, expectations, and the terrifying thrill of first love, Riley and Savannah must decide: will they risk it all for something real, or will fear keep them from the truth?

Freen is a soft, kind doctor who lives a quiet life in Chiang Mai. Becky is a powerful mafia leader who never lets anyone talk back to her. But when Freen raises her voice to save a child, Becky notices her. And she can't forget her. What starts as obsession slowly turns into something deeper. But love built on force... can it survive?

"You're straight, Waverly. You like boys." She said to herself as she looked into the mirror on the bathroom sink. "You like boys. You really do like them. You like them a lot." She blinked and found herself recounting every single romantic and sexual moments she's had in the past, all of which involved boys. Waverly Earp has always molded herself into other people's expectations of her. It worked out fine-- at least until she met Nicole Haught, a gorgeous senior at the university who makes her question everything she thought she knew.

Waverly Earp decided to leave her 'perfect' life behind and attend her dream school NYU. She moved from the small town of Purgatory to New York City with her sister Wynonna, and it is the big change she has been craving. Will the change be worth it?

They say when a Targaryen is born the gods flip a coin. One side brings greatness the other side madness....History never mentions that every odd generation when a set of Stark twins breathes their first breath a wolfs first howl isn't to far behind. *I do not own any of the GOT original characters. This is a fanfic that holds a romantic story along with the possibility of a better ending.*

First love never truly dies, but sometimes, a new one helps you live. Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are entirely fictional or used in a fictional context. Any resemblance to real people (living or dead), actual places, brands, or events is purely coincidental. This is just a fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only, with no intent to harm, disrespect, or claim ownership over any real-life individuals or entities mentioned or referenced. Thank you for reading and supporting my story! - [mylalisanity]

"What do you like about my sister? How do you know she's the one?" Frankie questioned, tipsy from the Hennessy. "She's smart.. she's so fucking sexy... she's funny.. she makes my heart explode.. she's possessive... jealous... I could go on for forever, but most importantly, she's got her own." I smiled, taking a sip of my Pepsi.