"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.

[BOOK ONE IN THE LIFELINE SERIES] life·line ˈlīfˌlīn/ noun "A person you can always depend on to help you in a really messed up situation where you need a quick escape" Avery Collins is the twin sister of Finn Collins. After being hidden for most of her life and then locked up, being sent to the radiation soaked Earth isn't so scary. While on the ground with the 100, Avery meets Bellamy Blake, who turns out to be the blessing she needed. With Bellamy around Avery finally feels like she can breathe. - I do not own the 100 or the characters. All rights reserved to the show. I only own Avery and all of her related plot lines- avery's associated plot line is my own. please do not copy any aspects of my story that are original. I've worked hard to write this story. [seasons 1-3 of the 100] [originally started-2015 ➢ editing- 2021} highest rankings: -#1 in bellamyblake -#1 in the100 -#1 in octaviablake -#1 in finncollins -#1 in fan -#1 in montygreen © 2015 -paradiseearth. All rights reserved.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

They say monsters come out at night. They're wrong. The monsters never leave. The Hollow Men own the shadows of Blenford Ridge. They play by their own rules no one questions- because breaking them means you don't come back. There's only one way into their world: the Ritual. One chance to survive, to earn a place in the chaos and desire that waits beyond. No warnings. No second tries. Fail, and you disappear from their world forever. Angel Monroe never wanted their attention. But when the wrong glance turns into a challenge, she's pulled into a world of power, danger, and desire that's as twisted as it is addictive. Hate simmers. Tension burns. And the harder she pushes back, the more they seem to want her to break. Some men don't stop at breaking you. They want to own you. And when desire and danger collide, there's no telling who'll break first. Because some obsessions don't end with the night. They only get darker. ‼️⚠️WARNINGS⚠️‼️ graphic sexual content, bdsm and kink dynamics, consensual non-consent (cnc), violence and murder, psychological manipulation, dark and morally gray themes, emotional and physical degradation, toxic relationship, obsession and possessiveness, trauma and mental distress