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, b...
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...
"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 o...