That step from death to life. That step from earthly hell to living hope. How does that happen? Deriving from my own step - a tale of a girl who has no hope. **Featured wattpad story (June 19th, 2015)**

My mom always use to say most things stolen is often returned. ...why haven't I been returned yet?

Harry Eastbourne was the golden boy of The Elites Agency. As a special Agent with the fame of a reality star, Harry found himself thrust into the spotlight overnight, the pressure of becoming the best of the best a tumultuous weight on his shoulders. The problem with reality stars is that most of them crash and burn. While having the talent and intelligence to live up to his expectations as an Elite Agent, his personal struggles started to get the better of him. Wrecking his relationships with all those close to him in spectacular fashion, including the love of his life, as well as wrecking his body in the process, Harry found himself amidst scandals large enough to unofficially exile him from England, seeking a quieter professional career overseas. But when Harry finally returns to the English scene four years later, his past returns to haunt him with a vengeance. With personal and professional failures ready to take the lives of the entire Agency and anyone associated with it, it's down to Harry to fix the problems he caused back when he was a troubled man.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.