"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. "We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more. "Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions. "I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

The story is about Malia and Liam.

I hurried to Dimitri's bedroom. I gasped as I saw the curtains by the window dancing freely in the wind and parts of what used to be a window lying on the ground in shatters. Dimitri was nowhere in sight. The beating of my heart escalated to bullet speed as my body began to shake violently. "Dimitri?" I yelled. No answer. "Dimitri!" No answer. "DIMITRI!" What do you think happened to Dimitri? I guess you'll have to read to find out...

Cassandra Ellis: A young African American woman working in the fast paced life surrounding Chicago. Just graduating from university, she receives her dream job but sooner or later she gets fired from that same exact job. Thinking the world is going to end, Cassandra suddenly finds a newspaper offering a job that suits her needs. But later, when she sets her eyes upon the infamous Alexander Caldwell..all hell breaks loose in her life. Alexander Caldwell II: A privileged white playboy living as if the city of Chicago surrounds himself. With the help of being the bad boy of the business world, he's also the heir to wildly successful Caldwell Industries. With lots of responsibility in his near future, as a stress reliever he has a different girl leaving his house every other day. But when Alexander sets his eyes upon Cassandra, his whole demeanor on life takes an.... upright but positive turn. -Who do you think fell in love FIRST? Trust me, it's not who you think. Copyright © 2014 Bridget Ackon.

Art. She created art, and though it was in an unconventional form, it was still art; her art. And it was also a service. Decorating homes made Jeanette Johnson happy, but that was about it. In a city where she dedicated her time to recreating homes, she felt sort of lonely. She needed something, someone to pay attention to her; she felt empty. All she wanted was to be loved. And she happened to find it in all the right places. He was the most silent, pensive, and mysterious man anyone had ever met. Sixteen people worked in his home, and only one of them, the butler, had spoken directly to him. Mr. Daniel Arsden was his name, and few knew it, however, many benefited from it. Daniel was a no nonsense type of man, one who few people had seen face to face, and he wanted to keep it that way. His undercover law dealings were the source of his happiness for so long, but he was ready for something different. What happens when someone enters his life, and changes it completely, tossing both of them into a situation they had never predicted being in? One home, one project brought two very different people together in a situation they had no control over. And now, it was simply a game of Mystery and Restraint.

She hated him, she genuinely hated him. He was cute, very attractive, but his attitude and mouth made him almost repulsive. He was an asshole to say the least, and she wanted nothing to do with him, which really said something about his character. She was gentle and sweet-- the whole school loved her, from a distance, but Preston could see past that. He lived next to the school's sweetheart, and the sounds he heard from her home weren't exactly as sweet as her. He wanted to know her. He wanted to know why she was so guarded. He wanted to know why she wouldn't allow anyone to see her for who she really was. And he was determined to see the unseen, no matter how he got there. So what happens when, in the midst of a weather crisis, the two get trapped in a very small room, alone. Will Preston finally get the answers he's always wanted, or will Kayla continue to keep herself hidden?

Faith Tristens despises the color orange, going to the movies and Brendan Wenthward with a burning passion. Why, you ask? Well, The first one is way too flashy, the second one is too damn expensive and the third one is all of that combined into a wonderful pack of flesh and blood. Brendan is ridiculously attractive, funny, popular, athletic but there's that one unhinging thing about him that Faith hates just a tad too much. He's a player. And a good one at that. But here's the thing, no matter how many goals he has scored, there's always one he just can't seem to tackle and cross off his bucket list : Faith. And he's determined into evening out the score by laying out an ultimate touchdown.

"She was the healing to my bruises. And for that, Tamra Remway was my silver lining." Tamra never thought she'd become so involved into being Ben Sutters' worst nightmare by entering his life, simply by curiosity. Ben was a rebellious, broken, rude and bruised boy. Tamra also never thought that the answers behind her mother's past could lay within Ben's life. But life always found a way to surprise her. Kinda like love. Or a feeling similar to it. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x ¡ Wrote this when I was 14, you have been WARNED !