Amara Brady, the schools nerd, her name unknown to any normal persons ears. Straight A's and perfect homework, but what if it's just a coverup? Outside of school Amara faces her abusive parents at different homes and a life of street fighting. She never had anyone there for her when she was at her lowest so she kee...
Tutoring one of the hottest typical fuckboy with daddy issues at my school is easy right? Wrong. I won't catch feeling right? Very wrong. The cliché love story between Theo and Athena. Easy read/ fast paste storyline
They had it all. The cars, money, girls, the houses. But the one thing money can't buy them, they can't get. Happiness. Here's the prestigious Golden Lake High, where only the wealthy have the chance of attending, is as cliche as it gets. They have their usual jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, and so on. But what others s...
Arcadian (adj.) idyllically innocent; simple and untroubled by fear or worry. Harper Flores is the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine. She's kind, understanding and always willing to put other's needs in front of her own. To the outside world Harper is seen as naive and innocent, without a care in the world but sh...
|| Book 1 of the Syndicate Series || [Standalone] When young Diovanna is framed for something she didn't do and is sent off to a "boarding school" she feels abandoned and betrayed. But one thing was for sure, this boarding school was no ordinary school. One day when police roll in and search the place effectively sh...
I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected...
" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as...