Book 2: Iris and Elias' story continues, she's just as stubborn. He's even more obsessed. The biggest test in a relationship is time some say, though for this couple it seems to be battling the past. That has not changed. Elias Jones. He's your classic golden boy. Too much money to spend, too many fans to thank and too much talent to waste. But he's got his eyes set on one girl and he'll stop at nothing until he has her. Iris Moore. She has too many burdens to carry, too many kids to feed, too many responsibilities for a high schooler. But she's a fighter and he won't let her lose.

Iris Moore, she kind but cold, caring but quiet. With an abusive father, two sisters to raise and a group of friends to keep happy, she struggles to keep everything in her life together. And when a unrelenting new boy is added to the mix, she's in for the ride of a lifetime. Elias Jones, he's quiet except around her, he's smug especially around her and he's determined to help the girl that literally has him falling in love at first sight. When he moves to her school at the start of senior year no one could of guessed how captivated, the star quarterback with the picture perfect home life, would become with the beautiful yet troubled party girl. Will she let him in and finally experience the happiness she deserves or are the walls she's built around herself really impenetrable, even to him? WARNINGS: Mature theme Graphic details about abuse Suicide attempts Rape

Grayson Wallace is out for revenge. As the son of a well known serial killer, Grayson has a reputation that precedes him. Cold, concealed, and above all else, dangerous. Layla Harrington is the opposite. She's easy going and loves to see the best in people. So when she tries to see the best in Grayson, he can't seem to understand why. (Dark themes & language)

"You didn't let him kill me? Isn't that what you've always wanted?" Ivy spat at me, she could pretend to be angry all she wanted but I knew she was scared. I imagined she's never been so close to death, her dark red hair was plastered to her chest and she was sweating. I took one more drag of my cigarette before chucking it into the bin and advancing towards her. She took a step back, I knew I wouldn't be able to touch her. She'd be long gone before I even reached for my gun. But that wasn't what I wanted. "It is. Believe me, Posion I want nothing more than you rid of this world, but no one else is going to be the one to do it. You understand me? I will be the one to finish you off, it's going to be my hand pulling the trigger no one else's. There is not a soul on this earth who gets to take you from me and I will destroy anyone who tries to."

college hockey player Jackson Blythe makes a bet that he can stay away from chicks for a whole month, he decides that he needs someone to help him stay accountable. when he finds out that Ameeriah Jonas' crazy ex won't leave her alone, it seems like the most perfect opportunity- she can make sure he doesn't hook up with randoms at parties, and he can make sure her ex doesn't bother her. the dating may be fake, but the fake feelings and the real feelings start to become blurred as they continue spending late nights together and find out that they may care more about each other more than they realize.

{book four of the Gang love series} *"Oh shit hi." "I'm gonna apologize now but i've been wanting to do this all night." he backed me against the wall. I took in a deep breath. He leaned down gently pressing his lips against mine. He pulled away. "Again I'm sorry," he whispered. I leaned up and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him. He tapped the back of my thighs. I jumped up wrapping my legs around him. "Bathroom?" he whispered against my lips. I nodded. He walked us into the bathroom and pushed me against the closed door. He went back to kissing me. I opened my mouth letting him push his tongue into my mouth. He pressed himself against me. He kissed up and down my neck. "What's with you and bathrooms?" I breathed out. "Bit more private than a hallway and club, don't you agree baby?"* College is for finding and reinventing yourself. Annelise Di' Medici King, the youngest of the Kings and one of the most deadliest, moves to New York to study art at NYU. She wants to distance herself from the gang and become her own person. She never expected to be wrapped up in gangs again. Justin Thorne, the new leader of the Hellraisers gang. The only people he's had for a while now are his best friend and little brother. That is, until he saw her. The forth book in Gang love series. Can be read as a stand-alone but there might be some parts that will be confusing. Highly recommended to read the first three 1st- The Princess and the Devil 2nd- Don't mess with the Queen 3rd- Through your Eyes

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

Brielle Yves is the new girl, except she's not actually new. She's been to Langston before, but only when she was a little girl hiding in the toilets at lunch because she didn't want to get bullied. Back then, she would let everything slide through her, hurting her feelings and making her feel bad about herself. But now, Brielle is back, and will not let anything slide past her. Grayson Valente, the popular boy. Who everyone sees as perfect, but really he's just boy with a broken heart trying to piece it back together- but it's easier said than done. No one knows the real Grayson, until Brielle comes along obviously. But can they fix each other? Can they find happiness within each other? The Elite Girls Series #1