When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

AVAILABLE NOW IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK! College football star Bronx Miller and pre-med major Olivia McCausland are paired as anatomy lab partners, and throughout the rocky semester the two become closer than they ever could have imagined. *** Bronx Miller is the hotshot college quarterback with a rough past. On track to make it to the NFL after graduation, Bronx is hyper focused on football, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his fun as campus's most notorious player on and off the field. While Bronx has a well-known zero commitments policy, that doesn't stop campus's queen bee, Adrianna, from desperately trying to lock him down for herself. It isn't until Bronx is paired with straight-A, pre-med student Olivia McCausland as his anatomy lab partner that he realizes he may actually want something more. Instantly drawn to her, Bronx starts to let his guard down and his playboy persona slip. Throughout a rocky semester full of study sessions, bets based on test scores, and driving wedges determined to keep them apart, Bronx and Olivia become close, realizing they're more alike than they originally thought. And when faced with turmoil, Bronx comes to learn that scars come in all forms, shapes, and sizes. If you look hard enough.

••• In a world of heroes there will always be a villain. Because wherever there's a hero around, there will be a villain lurking in the shadows. Because that's common sense right? For every hero, there's a villain. Hero's wouldn't be needed if there weren't bad guys for them to stop. So every story has a villain. This story is about a villain. But what if the villain is actually not so evil at all. What if she's just a girl, being punished not because of what she did. But for what her father has. Is that fair? You don't get to pick your parents. But you do get to pick and decide how you, yourself will act. This is a story about a girl. Maybe evil, maybe good. But under all the labels thrown at her, she's just a girl. Forced into a life she didn't want. Forced to go to school with people who look down on her. Forced by her father to follow a plan. A plan to make the world's most loved boy, the prince, to fall in love with her. All so that her father can get what he wants. But her father didn't think of one slight flaw. The fact that his daughter, is just a girl. And even if he's a prince, he's just a boy. And could it be more obvious? Naturally, one is bound to fall in love. It's all fun and games until the wrong person falls in love. Love fucks everything up. •••

Death is a funny thing. It's the ultimate step out of our comfort zones. You realize this world is the biggest comfort zone there is. Earth has always been a constant in a constantly changing world. We're all born into it with this air of certainty. We always know the ground under our feet will be there tomorrow. Death is like waking up and that comfort of the world around you is destroyed. -AD // Mackenzie Oliver is finally a senior. She's ready to graduate and move on with life. But it's not that simple. In fact, it's impossible. One day, some random guy shows up claiming to be the Grim Reaper and tells her she only has one year to live. What do you say to that? "Bullshit." Unfortunately, vulgar language isn't going to stop the clock or save her life. Neither is slapping the Grim Reaper across the face. But, hey. It never hurts to try. Copyright © 2017 by AD

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

" He kisses my wrist, at the spot where the bruises formed. My heart goes into overdrive, sending hot chills all over my body. I stumble in my tracks, gawking, open-mouthed. 'Something wrong?' Archer asks, a hint of a smirk nudging his lips. I shake my head. The smirk widens, but he says nothing and we go on. " xxx Peyton's ex-boyfriend has scarred her for life. She vows never to date somebody that is: a) good-looking b) popular c) flirtatious It's too bad that Archer Raine fits all of those things. It's even worse that he lives right next door.