Book One [completed] Every year since his 2nd birthday, Ashley, Ash for short, has been losing the ability to see colors. Yellow on his ninth birthday, Violet on his 13th, Pink last year and so on and so on, like clockwork. Defeated and taking care of his cancer-stricken cat, diabetic mother, and caught in an never-ending job, he finally gets the chance to be an actual journalist, but he must first pass the interview with the billionaire CEO wearing the burning red suit. Reece Red, the new, young and wild CEO of R.E.D. NEWS CORP, a right-wing, republican and conservative news organization, is about as confused as anyone his age about how this thing works. When he sees Ash the first time, who challenges the him on his credentials, he instantly hates him. But they end up finding that they need each other in more ways than one.

[COMPLETED]Everyone knew that Spencer and Ethan were crazily, emphatically, monumentally, lovingly, beautifully, truly, wistfully, utterly in love. And that they will soon be again. Everyone except Spencer & Ethan, because if you asked them.....they're still just friends.

Everyone knows that Spencer and Ethan are definitely, irrefutably, wholeheartedly, totally, unconditionally, unquestionably, completely, entirely, utterly in love. Well, Everyone except Spencer and Ethan. Because if you ask them....they're just friends

#2 in the "There's A ...." series He's a bad boy, I'm an angel. He carries a knife, I carry books. He loves violence, I love Pokémon. So how did he get in my bed? What will it lead to and who will he kill when it comes to the light? The dramatic and compelling sequel to There's a Jock in My Bed! Cover by @LoveInsanity

#1 & 3 in the "There's A..." series. #2 is on my profile. [Editing] He's popular, I'm a nobody. He's a senior, I'm a freshman. He goes to wild parties, I stay home all night. So how did he end up in my bed? Where will it go from here and how much will he pay to keep it all a secret? (Boyxboy) Cover by @LoveInsanity

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Luke Adams is everything your girlfriend wants you to be. He's smooth, charming, insanely attractive, and undoubtedly the best guy on the basketball team. He treats dating almost like another homework assignment he's required to complete. Until Emery Scott comes along. A transfer student from Indiana, Emery is quiet, and sweet, and Luke just cannot understand the feeling he gets in his stomach every time Emery walks by. But does Luke actually have the courage to maintain a relationship, especially such a complicated one? boyxboy

Micah hates the rich. Working at an upper class restaurant in Mayfair proves all the reasons why. Entitled, rude and ignorant customers with more money than Micah could earn in his lifetime. As Micah struggles to pay rent and fees for university, he doesn't live a life of luxury. He despises how the rich live and how they treat others, annoyed at how society allows the rich to become more rich and ignore those who struggle to get by. Having to send money home monthly to his chronically ill mother, Micah knew that the easiest way to earn a good salary was to move to London and chase his dreams. When he comes across Weston, a new regular at the restaurant. He prejudges him just like the rest. Dressed in a different designer suit every visit, freshly polished shoes and a bunch of new clients. Micah knows exactly what he is like. Except Weston is determined to change Micah's mind on his overpowering opinions towards him and prove that he rightfully earned his successes by helping him get his own.