I entered his room, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart pounding fast. He had his back towards me, wearing a black tux, he stood tall. "You wanted to know how I feel about you," I stated and swallowed my tears. He slowly turned around and gave a jerk to his brow. "I'm here to confess," I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks. It was hard for me to confess my feelings before someone who has done nothing but ruin my life, on top of that, surrendering before he was hard too. He was watching my face with a smirk of pride. "I love you, Sawyer!" I mumbled, noticing his unbuttoned shirt. His smile grew bigger and he scoffed, licking his lower lip and narrowing his eyes, he knew he has won. "Who is this babe?" my whole world shook under my feet when a girl walked out of the bathroom with his shirt on. She wasn't wearing anything other than his shirt. "She is a fan." he joked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest. A gasp escaped my lips and I gulped, the pain was too much. "Is she going to stand here and ruin our night?" she questioned, rolling her eyes and playing on his chest with her fingers. "Why?" I whispered, my eyes watching Sawyer with pain and questions in them. How can he make me confess and then sleep with someone else? "Well, you can enjoy it with my guards if you like." He stated very disrespectfully, the hope of love, the wish of a happy life, and the thought of Sawyer with this girl, not only broke my heart but it broke me.

Yin and Yang, Black and white, and Love and hate. Polar opposites. Both sides with different values and strengths. Bluebell is as white and they get. A healer with a big sympathetic heart that abhors violence. What happens when she attracts the attention of a King that is as black as the darkest pit? Violent and as vicious as the sea. Will they see eye to eye? and are people actually only one thing? OR Due to an unfortunate event, Bluebell is taken by guards to the castle as a servant. She keeps it low and tries to fight all the stones thrown her way by everyone in the castle. But Bluebell isn't a normal girl. What will happen when they find out? And what will they do now that she's caught the king's attention? -------NOT BASED ON THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND------ Number 1 in Medieval (17,09,2018) Number 2 in Medieval (25,04,2019)

"You knew. You tricked me into this marriage!" Amelia yelled, voice quivering, as realization dawned on her. His feral grin only confirmed her suspicions. "Why would you do this to me?" She whispered. Adrian's eyes were unrelenting and ravenous as he leaned in towards her, " Because you were meant to be mine" ❋❋❋ ❋❋❋ ❋❋❋ ❋❋❋ Wild and morally righteous, Princess Amelia has the perfect life. Well as perfect as it can be considering her defiant, rebellious and tempestuous self- diametrical opposite to the way a princess is expected to conduct herself. What happens when in a cruel twist of fate she catches the eyes of the callous and ruthless Emperor that strikes fear in everyone's heart? What happens when fire and ice collide? It's only a matter of time before one of them extinguishes or consumes the other. Either way, Amelia's life is about to change. For the worse.

With a successful career, a loving husband and a baby on the way, things couldn't be better for Misha Patel. Well, that is until her husband leaves her for another woman.

"I-I'll call the Chief of Police." I threatened. He raised his eyebrows at me in amusement. I didn't understand why he found my warning so funny, I was dead serious. I had the Chief of Police of London's number on my fridge and I wasn't afraid to use it. "Call him." Officer Scott dared with that notorious smirk, "and tell him that Caleb says hello." "Fuck you." I snarled angrily. I never cursed. Never. IF I ever did curse, that familiar taste of soap would fill my mouth. Even if my mother wasn't there to force soap down my throat, she had instilled such an obsessive adherence to cursing in me, that I rarely did it. And just as I thought, as soon as I spoke the bitter word, that disgusting taste filled my mouth. But I couldn't help it. He wasn't even taking my threat seriously. No one had ever made me feel as incompetent, and small, and worthless, and insubstantial as Officer Scott did. And he clearly had ties to people in high up places. My threat to call his boss did nothing to even cause him to falter. He didn't even think twice about it. It was as if he was completely untouchable. "Are you offering?" He leaned towards me. I crossed my arms over my chest with an angry huff. "You're such an-" "Pull up you shirt." His husky voice interrupted me. My eyes fluttered in surprise at his abrupt request and I was suddenly at loss for words. "What.... N-no!" I shook my head to further convey my point. Officer Scott loomed over me and tsked. "Now, now, Summer." He patronized. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After fleeing her home on her eighteenth birthday, Summer "Red" Redwood finds herself in London, where she meets Officer Caleb Scott. Caleb Scott is a jerk. Summer Redwood had the pleasure of finding that out every single time he pulled her over to harass her. But she has other issues to worry about, and running away isn't an option. Not this time.