Ariana Feilman an FBI special agent was just assigned a new case to protect a billionaire. She doesn't know why her boss - Jack Penn - gave her the job for a rank lower than hers, but she's sure he has a reason. She can't wait to find out what the not-so-secretive job is all about. Jace Black recently found out his step-brother's not-so-secretive plan of getting rid of him to have their father's company. He told the one person he could trust, Jack Penn, Director of the FBI, and his best friend. Now Jack has assigned his best agent to protect him. How would Jace feel when he realizes who Jack has assigned to protect him? Will Ariana still protect him when she finds out the truth? Will they part ways unattached after her job is done?

"So you're saying that if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?" He asked, taking slow, purposeful steps closer to me, but I couldn't go farther back as I felt an obstruction behind me, a desk. "Uh...totally," I cussed myself for stuttering. "Okay then, let's test that theory, shall we?" And his lips landed on mine. Sam and Ryan had been best friends when they were little and couldn't do without each other. They pinky swore they would never leave each other, but then Sam moved, breaking that promise. And now she's back, and Ryan isn't entirely happy to see her. Bookcover by @userpewpew

In a political marriage of convenience, Elena Waldic marries Aiden Viscent , a powerful prince, to forge peace between their rival countries. But beneath the royal façade, both harbor deep secrets: Elena seeks revenge for her sister's mysterious death, while Aiden runs the kingdom's dangerous underworld mafia. In a world of lies, betrayal, and royal duty, Elena and Aiden must navigate their complicated feelings-where love and hate blur and trust becomes the most dangerous game of all.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?