No one understood the way her blood sang, the way the fire burned in her joints and surged in her muscles, beating with the thrum of her heartbeat. The power, the glory--the blood. There was a simple understanding when it came to fighting in the ring: you go down, or you stand up. You can either love it or hate it, but you can never give up, you can never have your fire die because that's when it truly sings. In the ring. At least, that's how it is for her. **************************************** Hadley West is an enigma. Her boxing ring is her home, her gloves her lover, her trainers her family. People fear her because they do not understand her. To them, she's the devil. And she may as well be. Suddenly, a strange and mysterious fighter named Xander comes into her life. He's a force to be reckoned with--but Hadley could care less. She doesn't want anyone in her life, not with her dark past and her bleak future, and she pushes those around her out. Especially the inexplicable attraction to Xander, which she struggles to find a balance with. She's a devil. He's a monster. The only thing stopping them from destroying each other is themselves. A/n-warning- a shitload of swear words, violence, an actual story line and characters worth rooting for.

Not a typical bad boy story>> You don't understand," he growled angrily. "They'll know that we are supposedly together. And expect us to be in love, because I have an image to protect and a society to run, if I say I have a girl, I have to keep it up, and my father-" "They?" I interrupted, heart hammering in my chest. His girl. "Who is they?" Trojan swallowed, letting out a heavy breath before he looked me straight in the eye with such contempt I shrunk back. "Everyone," he said bitterly. "Everyone will know." _________________________________ Golds. Trash. One, the upperclassmen. The other, lowerclassman forced to live in the dust of the upper class. Trojan Gladius Wineheart, heir to the Wineheart Industry loves his Gold life. Amelia "Smelly", almost loves her Trash life. That is-- Until the dare of the century when she is forced to break the rules and head into Gold territory. What are the chances of these two people meeting? None. But did they? Of course . And boy did sparks fly. Just not those kinds sparks.

"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." Connor Walters has lived by these words ever since the day his dying mother said them. Now seventeen and living in New York City with his difficult father, Connor is fighting his own battle in the city of lights - finding his muse and dealing with the drama of everyday teenage life.