"It wasn't like I was a hater or anything, I just had better things to do than stalk One Direction's Twitter and Facebook page." Ella Strauss once said. She walked around the mall aimlessly in search of an outfit. The last thing she expected was to be trapped in a store with One Direction. Ella was so sure she wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but as time went by, she started to enjoy herself with the boys. From Twitter Trends to hate messages, her life changed. But who cares? Ella was having the time of her life. She gets tossed into the world of carrots, mirrors, food, spoons, pussies, and much, much more. [Cover created by HopeSilver] Undergoing some edits but is *completed*

“Crying over a guy? pick your head up princess your tiara is falling” I heard a deep voice say. I just allowed myself to take a short sneak peak of the pair of brand new dark blue/white Vans in front of me. A shiver went down my spine, I didn’t dare to look up higher. I already knew who was standing right in front of me. Dale, Dale Foster. You would say that Dale is your stereotype description of the school’s bad boy. The guy who runs the school more than a principal does. The type of guy that wouldn’t even bother to attend detention class. The type of guy that will rebuild your face for just even looking at something that’s his. The type of guy that comes home every day at 6 am in the morning drunk and completely wasted. The type of guy who doesn’t care about anything or anyone. The type of guy that gets into fights all the time. Well that’s him. And then there is me; Eleanor Flores. I’m a junior, but really, I skipped 2 years of high school. I was a straight A student, never failed any of my classes in my entire life, and I’m proud of that. I was new. New in California. Both my parents are very successful and hardworking doctors. They made us move to California for their job, but still they’re rarely home. But what happens when… When I have to move in with the bad boy. The person I fear the most. The person who makes me want to dig a hole and hide in it. And the worst part is that I didn’t even had a say into this. I feared him. I wanted to get away from him. I didn’t want to get involved with him. I used to be carefree, enjoying my life like there was no tomorrow. But I changed. And a boy had everything to do with it. I was scared, scarred with my memories, scarred with my secrets. And Dale would just be repeating history. Follow Dale and Eleanor on their adventure. Description sucks but please stick with me XD

||PREVIOUSLY BULLETS AND ROSES|| *UNDER CONSTRUCTION* "You can't expect me to stay here forever! I have a life of my own outside of this rotten world!" I exclaimed, my chest tightening at the sight of those emerald eyes holding a small flash of pain that left as soon as it came. He crossed over the room within seconds, a snarl plastered on his lips. In a single moment his hands remained planted against both sides of my head, trapping me against the wall with our faces only centimeters apart. Great. "Listen here doll, you're mine now and I'll keep you here for as long as I want." I should have gotten away sooner. ••••• Marina Valentine had only desired one thing her whole life; to get a good education. She was an independent twenty-five year old girl who just got out of veterinary school, now looking for a permanent job. For someone as organized as her, it seemed as if she had her whole life planned out. Or at least she did. There was a single, minor flaw that sent all of her plans crumbling to the floor. And his name? Luca Vandermir But then again, who plans on getting kidnapped by a sexy Italian mafia leader and being tossed into a whole web of lies, betrayal, and love?

Kai has always been an avid believer in fate and chance—you know, all of those things people nowadays dub as "unrealistic" and "illogical". Call her superstitious, but there has to be some meaning as to why the two of them met at a wedding. Or why, earlier that day, she managed to trip on a heart-shaped rock and form a heart-shaped dent on the ground while ripping a heart-shaped hole on her sleeve. And he was really cute too, so yes, she firmly believed that they were meant to be. But try to sugarcoat the events as she might, try to read between the lines as she may, in the end, it will always be just about a guy and a girl who were brought together by a strange force known as destiny. Or by mere coincidence, either way. And so it goes without saying that this is a story about he and she, two individuals with different personas and outlooks in life, finding love in the likeliest of unlikely of places. So read on, and partake in their tale. Keep in mind, however, one simple thing: This, my friend, is not a love story.

My heart held so much hate, the ugly emotion rooted itself deeply into my soul. It grew, and grew till it was all that I am. The sadness, sorrow, and dejection fed the ugly emotion, and transformed me into a person that I no longer knew. Uprooting this ugly emotion, will tear up my very core.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry!" My face burned from the embarrassment of tripping over flat ground, and falling on top of a complete stranger, smashing my lips against his in the process. "No problem at all. It was the best kiss I've ever had," He smiled back at me, his beautiful eyes crinkling kindly. * * * Eighteen-year-old Sawyer Adams is too tall, lanky and awkward - the reason why she never gets asked out by boys her age and can't seem to fit in. That is, until she fell over and kissed a stranger in Barnes and Noble.

Ally Summers is on her own. Not forcibly, basically just because her mother drives her insane, and her dad isn't any help. After graduating college with a degree in Photography, she sets out to tour the world, or, well, the country. Maybe just the province. It depends on how far her money can stretch, and how long her beat up 1967 Station Wagon can last. Her curiosity has gotten her into tough situations before, but never this bad. Nope. Not even close. This time, she's stumbled onto an attempted murder. Of an Alpha. Of her mate.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Book One in the Soul Seeker Series. At fifteen Amelia is forced to move in with her birthfather when her mother passes away. A man she's never met before in her life, stern and unfair, he is almost never at home and forces his family to move whenever his job calls for it. For three years Amelia has looked after herself and her younger brother Hayden but when she tranfers to Riverwood High everything changes. She finds herself friends there despite the efforts of her stepsister. One teacher in particular takes an interest in her, the 25 year old Nathaniel Flynn. The first time he laid eyes on her he knew, he just had to have her. At eighteen Amelia has to look after her baby brother, hold her own against a stepmother and mean stepsister and battle feelings she's never felt before. After all... Dating your teacher is forbidden, not that Nathaniel seems to care about that. Add into the equation that both her new found friends and teacher aren't who they say they are... Their diet consisting mainly of blood.