[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

Sophie Cooper is part of the social Elites at Ridgevale High, being friends with them since freshman year. They're the girls every guy wants to have and every girl wants to be, and the boys who make the female population swoon and gawk. Alex Rosewood is part of the Rebels at Ridgevale High. They're popular too; but in a different way. With their leather jackets and badass vibes, they don't look like a particularly inviting group of people . The Elite and Rebels hate each other. Despise each other actually. They're both aware of the very thin line which separates the two social groups. But when Sophie and Alex get stuck after school together for the next few months forcing them to move beyond their rivalry, things begin to spiral out of control. What happens when they become good friends and the Elite start playing games with Sophie? One that doesnt seem to have an ending. Well, you change the game around of course... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Completed highest ranking in romance: #4 (2020/02/23) highest ranking in teen fiction: #165 (2020/02/23) all rights reserved

Elizabeth Blythe has never been the skinny type. All her life she's been plumper than the other kids, had more meat than the popular girls in high school and more curve than the shapeless ones in college. She spent a lot of her life being made-fun of, being the butt of all jokes; she never once believed she'd ever find love. All because she had too much hips, too much muffin-top, too much boob, too much butt; too much of everything. Who knew she'd meet Mister Right at work? Cover made by D. M. Brightwell (the author) Highest Rankings 2/18/2019 #1 in "curves" out of 781 #1 in "curvy" out of 781 #1 in "thick" out of 573 #1 in "gentlemen" out of 144 #3 in "selflove" out of 1.4K

"There is one more thing. No matter what happens, you're not allowed to fall in love with me." "Won't be an issue." ... in which james potter tries to make lily evans jealous

"I, Cole Greystone, reject you, Morgan Mayor, as my mate." As soon as those words left his mouth, I felt my whole world, shatter into a million pieces. He left the room without a second glance, and I watched his back as he retreated, and wiped away the stray tears. Why would the person, who I was destined to be with forever, do that to me? Morgan Mayor recently turned 17. And in the werewolf world, that's when you first shift, but there's one catch, she has to find her mate first. And when she does, he rejects her and leaves her completely heartbroken, with her world shattered. Not to mention the small life form growing inside her, the alpha's daughter.

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."