Madison Scott escribe cartas a su mejor amigo (o ex mejor amigo) Maxwell Blake y en ellas se sincerará, le escribirá como se siente, que piensa, meditará, razonará en incluso madurará. ·Entrarás en la mente de una adolescente de la cual no podrás salir.·

Porque ella solo quería estar sola y él la acompañaba.

Él es salvaje, pero no sabe ni lo que es un beso. Marien va a quedar fascinada por su naturaleza y va a querer enseñarle. Un apuesto joven de ojos verdes es capturado y acusado de ser un muy peligroso Evolucionado. Pero él no recuerda y está dispuesto a proteger con su vida a aquella joven que lo mantiene cautivo en un laboratorio, demostrándole ser de confianza, aparte de encantador. No es humano, ¿o sí? ¿Se le podría amar? *** [Cuidado. Puede ser muy adictiva] Prepárate para un libro que parece película, o al menos eso dicen xD Página en facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ojosdegatotentador Registrada legalmente bajo derechos de autor ©Mhavel N. United Estates Copyright Office TX8097742 QUEDA PROHIBIDA toda copia o adaptación PARCIAL o TOTAL de esta obra. TAMPOCO TOMA DE IDEAS Y/O HISTORIAS DERIVADAS. Gracias.

Victoria, una chica risueña, carismática pero... ¿Feliz? Austin, un chico con un pasado por descubrir, que traerá problemas a Victoria, pero si no fueran inevitables. ¿Los querría evitar?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.