Sicilian heiress Laila Fiorenza is ordered by her strict father to meet the Greek billionaire fiancé of her runaway twin sister in her stead in order to keep the Fiorenza's prestige intact. But can this prim and proper princess truly shoulder this sham of an arrangement as a substitute bride? *** The sweet and lovely Laila Fiorenza was groomed to be a perfect lady by her prestigious and noble Sicilian family. But what happens when she is given a task of a lifetime by her own father--to pretend to be her rebel twin sister and meet Nikos Pallis, the fiancé of the runaway Leila? Can she truly adjust from her sheltered life in the old town in Sicily for bustling New York as a substitute bride? Cover design by Rayne Mariano

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

A small baby was dropped off at heaven's doorstep with nothing but a symbol on it's ankle and a necklace with Ariel engraved on it to identify her. The elderlies and the leader of heaven, Archangel Daniel Angelo sensed the baby was an angel. But it wasn't a child of anyone in heaven and there wasn't angels anywhere else so where did it come from? Unsure of what to make of everything, Daniel takes in Ariel and raises her as his own. Ariel has always been different from the other female angels. She rebelled without a cause, she didn't play with dolls as a little girl instead she ripped there heads off, she wore leather jackets and fought. Lots of angels were scared off her. There was always a dark aurora around her, which screamed dangerous. Ariel knew she wasn't like the other angels but she didn't know why, and although she could beat up your ass deep inside she was kind and caring - a teddy bear. Heaven and hell's leaders have always been clashing wings and horns. The leader of hell pushed the angels too far one day and a war commenced between the two. It's demons against angels at the start but soon more supernatural allies join the war. The war is getting worse, and the angels are beginning to lose. So archangel Daniel, adoptive father of Ariel and leader of heaven charges sixteen year old Ariel to summon the help of any other supernatural species on Earth. She goes to get help but comes back with more then everyone expected. ©LonelyDelinquent