Tori's parents are brutally murdered and police make it their duty to protect her. She is sent to Pittsburgh to live with her new hunk of a bodyguard Rayner. Tori is forced to go to a new school, make new friends, and must protect her secret at all costs. Jealousy and rage break loose when Tori befriends someone who isn't to Rayner's liking. What happens when Rayner's job turns into something more? Can Rayner ignore his feelings and be Tori's pretend brother? Will Tori keep her secret? Is Tori really safe in her new home? Can she learn to deal with the loss of her parents? Is she well guarded from the thugs that killed her parents? Most importantly can she keep her sanity?

"You said you would do anything I said, so jump." I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders for support. "I'm going to make love to you, would you like that Juliet?" I couldn't help but moan at the hoarseness of his voice. New in town, Juliet thought finding a job would be hard but when she bumps into Thomas she's quickly thrown into a new environment, she becomes the new secretary of a brute of a boss. This office is full of new relationships. Will she survive in this new environment? Who will she fall for the gentleman or the brute?

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

"So, you're a stripper?" "Yup." Molly is struggling to stay on her feet. After her mom leaves, she's left to take care of her little brother, and since they're on the verge of being homeless, she's forced to get a job outside of McDonald's. A strip club to be specific. Between shifts where she takes off her clothes for guys, she still has to go through high school, alone, and unhappy. But when a cute, and kinda dopey, guy who knows her from both of her lives seems interested, it just adds more to her heaping plate- a little too much for her to handle. Highest ranking: #9 in teen fiction.

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Dominic White is son to the biggest actress in New York City Margret White, and the 2nd richest man in the country Richard White. At the age of 21, he not only owns his own condo but he can get anyone he wants. Yet, he's unsure of what he wants. This privileged white boy can't decided on what he really wants until he sees 19 year old Clover Jackson walking home. Love at first sight. Clover Jackson on the other hand didn't see it that way. Regardless of being smart she had a mouth on her. She was somewhat loud and incredibly blunt. But will she eventually warm up to this spoiled rich kid? *** CURRENTLY ON PAUSE ***

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.