"You shouldn't love me, Letti," every accented syllable caresses my senses. "From the moment I kiss you," the warmth of his fingers burn through my jeans. "You will never remember anything else." Seventeen year old Letti is pretty much living the dream as a student at the prestigious and private Gamers Academy. Her time is spent having hilarious conversations, practice gaming sessions and being with Eric; her boyfriend and fellow teammate. But there's a new arrival in town. A mysterious elite gamer who ultimately turns Letti's world upside down.

Fay Lara just didn’t care. The fact that the totally kissable guy she had just physically abused was actually the Crown Prince of the country? He can be freaking Santa Clause for all she cared. Why you may ask? Because he’s an ass who deserved it, that's why. Gentle Reminder: This book was written when I was young and fanciful, thus, as side effect of being young and fanciful, many grievous errors of grammar, loop holes and spelling mistakes had unintentionally been committed. However, I am in the middle of correcting said errors so tread with care. You have been warned.

While trying to get through high school, Carson has always noticed the same routine with Jesse - the school's 'player', as some like to say. He would leave countless girls crying, and he'd find someone else soon after. But when that someone else is Carson herself, she promises that she won't be the one crying when it's all over. [previously titled: Mr. Player, You've Just Been Played]

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Noon is your average, everyday psychopath who fell in love with her hero. She knows when he tries to kill her, it's just his special way of saying how much he cares. She knows every time he throws her in the insane asylum, it's just his overprotective side wanting to keep her close. She knows when he stabbed her in the heart, it was his declaration of love. But the Gentleman is a shy man. He just won't admit his feelings. Noon has tried to coax him out with flowers. She has tried cheesy Hallmark cards. She has tried pushing him in front of a moving train. Nothing has worked. Until now. On a very special day, Noon throws a very special dinner. The food has been prepared. The decorations have been placed. The guests have been kidnapped. All that's left is to wait for the guest of honor to arrive.