I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry

In Phi, you don't get a choice. You fight and you kill until it kills you. After running from the only home she'd ever known, Cassie is out to get revenge. In the sunny streets of Rome, she attempts to forget her past and focus on one thing only. Kill the woman who killed her team. When Andrew's mentor refuses to show for their usual meeting, he uncovers a dangerous secret that threatens to make him one thing he never wanted to be. A liar. Her mother's death left her in a wheelchair, but it didn't take away her spirit. Diana may be physically unable to fight, but she won't stop. Not until she makes her mother's dreams come true and becomes an A-list assassin. Being stuck in North Carolina with a jail sentence hanging over your head if you return to Europe, Chloe is forced to fight. She never wanted to kill , but when the world has showed you how cruel men can be, how one mistake can ruin you, you don't get to run away. Bill's only friend in the last two years was a beer bottle and his only sibling 6ft under. If he was even given a proper funeral at all. When these five people cross paths and are put to work together to stop M. Corp. from using newly emerged weapons against them, Squad 6 is fighting for much more then they bargained for. Five trained assassins, five stories, five personalities. One battle. Survival. Hang a few secrets around the room, shove some feelings and guilt under that expensive red carpet and call it a night... More like a nightmare. ~*~ "Imagine having a team where one person is dead, one's on drugs, one is drunk, one disabled, one a double-agent and one detached from reality." "That's a set of very unfortunate circumstances." "I'd beg to differ."

Two new obsessions have consumed the Blackbourne team: the beautiful new male student at Ashley Waters and the captivating feminine voice from the woods behind Sunnyvale Court. Little do they know, the two are one in the same. ~ Sang Sorenson is a beautiful, kind, compassionate girl who was born to a family of neglectful, cruel, hateful people. At the tender age of eleven, at the time when most girls are finally showing physical signs of becoming a woman, Sang's "mother" made her to look undoubtedly like a boy. After almost seven years of being forced to act, dress, and speak like a boy, Sang, now Shaw, has become resigned to her fate. The only time she has to remember her true self is when she sings, away from her horrible family who seek to stifle her. All other times she must pretend, that's all her life is anymore: pretending to be male...that her sister doesn't hate her...that her "mother" doesn't torture her...that her father might even care if she died. Until a new job takes her family's story to South Carolina. Where for the first time, someone might begin to notice her story doesn't add up. When nine someones may just be able to see past the pretend. P.S. These characters are for entertainment purposes only, they belong originally and entirely to C.L. Stone. P.P.S. This is a ghostbird fanfic, therefore there will be scenes of abuse, swearing, and possible sexual situations as I see fit ;)

Nicole was sat in the bathroom with a tub of pills and a knife to kill herself. Why, you ask? Here's why. Nicole was bullied by everyone and anyone. She couldn't cope anymore. Death was the only thing that she wanted. She was sick of it all. She wanted someone to save her. New guy, Adam comes and certainly catches all the girls attention. But what catches his attention is the girl who sits by herself at lunch. The girl who is tripped over in the corridor. The girl who's arms are covered in scars created by herself. The girl who he finds unbelievably attractive. Nicole. Will she push Adam away or will she let him help her? Will she jump of a building or fall for Adam? - Contains nature of self harm and scenes related to suicide - 14+ - Chapters could be quite graphic for some readers * ENDING IS SAD SO BE PREPARED *THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE SUICIDE Note: anyone who feels that they're going to kill themselves, please don't. Literally message me and I'll reply as soon as. If you're affected by this book negatively, I can only apologise and please send a message my way. [COMPLETED]

There are five things that I hate: 1.) Arrogant Guys 2.) Guys who have girls falling at their feet and they proceed to use them 3.) Guys who assume everyone loves them 4.) Guys who ride motorcycles 5.) Strawberry Ice Cream And Grayson Carter just so happens to be 4 of them. Even his name sounds like a celebrity's: Grayson Carter. The boy is everywhere; he lives down the street from me, he goes to my school, our mothers are even longtime friends yet he doesn't even know my name. The only place I can get away from him is my part time job at the library and the day he comes sauntering in looking for a job is the day I just might go insane. ROMANCE - TEEN FICTION - HUMOR Title Thanks To - factorfate --- --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ONLINE.

This was my first story when I was literally 12 so please be gentle. Everything is unedited from 12 year old me because I'm focusing on completely rewriting my second story bc I cringe thinking of rewriting this one. This story is literally all over the place right now because it's my first book! read at your own risk!!! All rights reserved© 2013 meaning steal this & you die

Its a story about a seventeen year old girl Agnis. She is kidnapped by a nineteen year old boy Aaron. She is kidnapped for a purpose. And that purpose is threatening and will change her life. For you guys I would tell he didn't kidnapped her to torture her or marry her. But he has an another purpose. That purpose you will know when you will read it.

"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler suddenly says, bouncing on his tippy toes. "Please, Keith? Can we keep her? Huh, huh, huh?" What am I, a pet? "Keith" whipped his head towards Tyler so fast I could've sworn I heard a crack. "Keep her?" he echoed. "No, Tyler, we can not keep her." Thank you. "She's utterly useless to us, and you want to keep her?" I gasped, placing a hand over my chest. Useless? Damn, these people are rude as hell. "But," Tyler whined, walking over to me. I tensed all over when he squished my cheeks together. "Look at how adorable she is. She's just so innocent... you'd never suspect anything bad from her." Keith expression changed, to one I knew very well from my experiences with Val. Lightbulb. "Tyler, you are a genius," Keith says. Tyler's hands stop squishing my cheeks. "I am?" "He is?!" everyone else says. Keith doesn't reply, just keeps on grinning wickedly. And suddenly I have a feeling that I am not gonna make it out of here alive. - WARNING: VERY CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE http://www.lulu.com/shop/angel-zenith/the-gangleader-kidnapped-me/paperback/product-23087208.html Highest Rank: #1 in Humor April 19, 2015 CoAuthor: DreamCreature

"You bastard! Let me go!" I screamed as soon as the gag fell from around my mouth. "You know I can't let you go, as I've already explained multiple times before, you're my mate." He explained patiently, while he walked closer and touched a strand of my dusty blond bangs. "No! I'm not you're friend."I gashed my teeth at him, trying to look menacing, but failing terribly when he chuckled and carried on stroking my hair. If it was not for my hands being tied up behind my back, and my legs being cuffed to the poles in front of me, I would have already clawed his eyes out, and kicked him where the sun does not shine, then I would have made my escape, but unfortunately for me I did not think that will be happening any time soon. "Not friend;mates. Mates, as in soul mates" his melodic voice was just above a whisper, and his lips where inches away from my ear. I looked at him, as if he had lost his mind, because even if I was not a shrink, I knew he should be diagnosed-crazy. "You're mad, you need some help-" Hi there, I'm Blair. Maybe I should start my story from the beginning, of how me; a average nineteen year old girl with daddy issues, ended up being kidnapped by a crazy guy, who believes I'm his soul mate, and he also thinks he's a werewolf-crazy right?