Jordan Giford is 18 years old. With three months left of her Senior year. Which turn into disaster, thanks to a contract based on marriage. Where she is forced to marry her AP English Teacher, Mr. Riker. But, Mr. Riker isn't the teacher she thought she knew. All of her thoughts of him get turned down as she gets to know his real life. Her life turns into a huge dark cloud of arguments. No more Professional Prince. **Warning** This story may contain strong language and sexual content.

Meet Rosella Patterson, the eighteen year old daughter of the rich businessman Jace Patterson. She has everything: great parents,friends,good looks,money. ************************* Now meet John Miller.He was the best FBI agent around at only twenty one,known for his bravery and skills in fighting.After the murder of his parents when he was young he pledged never to fall in love as it was just a weakness to him. *-*-*-*-*-*-**-**-*---*-***** Being her father's little girl Rosella has always gotten what she wanted...but after one terrible night and being saved by the heartless FBI agent things changes... As she realises that falling in love with an FBI agent isn't as easy as it may seem. #44 in ROMANCE (25/05/16)

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014