"Where am I?" "That's none of your concern." "If my location isn't my concern, then whose is it?" "Mine, and I know, so you're fine." He finally was able to yank me on top of him. I elbowed his face trying to get up once again. "Look, I told you already. I don't know what the fuck you think this is, but I am not the fucking one. Don't test me. Get your hands off of me or I swear to god I'll choke you." "I'd enjoy it." the minute the words left his mouth I punched him in the throat then pressed my forearm into his neck as he sputtered. "I told you not to test me. You may think you're crazy, but I promise you I'm crazier." He smirked up at me and my stomach dropped. Maybe I was wrong. _________________________________________________ Nani figures that her kidnapping is the worst thing that can happen to her. But when she uncovers something much bigger than her is at stake, she is thrown into a world of lies, fake love, seduction, betrayal, espionage, and danger. Time is running out for her to save millions of people, all while she deals with a lunatic who has decided he must have her at any cost. If she wasn't crazy before, this would be her breaking point. ATTENTION: If you think this will be that book where the female is okay with being beaten, raped, and treated like property, I am warning you. Nani is not the one. She will not play those games.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

~Dear Cupid, I like this really cute guy from my school, except he's a bad boy and a total player. What do I do? I'm a pretty shy girl. Help! Love, Amy. ~ I read my 41st message for today. I'm no love guru or anything; though I have my ways when it comes to helping people with their love lives or relationships. I stretched my fingers and got ready onto typing once again. ~Dear Amy, I think you should get to know the 'Bad Boy' a bit more. But, like I said. You only live once. Take the chance. Be confident. If it doesn't work. Move on. I'm sure plenty of guys would love to get to know you more. Love, Violet ♥~ Now, before you say anything, I'm not really cupid, I don't have the arrows or the diapers. I like to think that where cupid shoots, I keep the arrow in tact. I help with people's love life because love is the most important and purest thing in the world. It can fix and endure anything and everything. I believe in love so much that I fell in love with bad boy Lucas Williams. This is your one of a kind Bad Boy meets Cupid, but everything isn't as it seems, heartbreak, loss, betrayal, love and everything in between. Everything has to be cliche before it gets better.

Riley Stone is a 18 year old girl trying to rebuild her life after an incident acured in her life. She is a straight A student, works at a cafe, and is a secret street fighter. Her street fighting name is Rebel. Logan Steel a bad boy who has a family, girls falling to their feet, boys envy and hate him and he has his bestfriends. Oh did I forget to mention he is a gangleader to one of the most dangerous gangs in America? She is a quiet, sarcastic, short tempered, funny girl who hides a dark past. He is a arrogant, conceited, cocky, rude bad boy who has a few dark secrets himself. What happens when these two meet? Will it be love at first sight? Will they hate eachother? Guess you'll have to read to find out.

"You can't tell, Alex," he said. "Why?" I asked. "Because she's my daughter," he said and it got silent. * Alex Ramsey is a girl that wants anything, but attention brought to her life. Being in high school with only one friend was how she planned to do it, keeping her past from resurfacing. Parker Hudson is football quarterback with a secret he's determined to keep hidden. Till Alex caught his attention and everything's going off plan for the both of them. * I'm terrible at descriptions, so just go read the book my penguin ducks! P.S. This amazing flipping cover was made by Lexylynn. She's flipping amazing and please go check her out.

Meet Braylon Monroe, she's the new girl at Eastside high school so no one knows her. Then there's Grayson Owens, Mr. Perfect, the bad boy, player, and most known for being the rugby captain. Being the new person is always hard, but for Braylon it's even tougher with Grayson in the way. "I hate you, Grayson Owens," "Not as much as I hate you, Monroe," ~ WARNING This book contains strong language

Have you ever been new at a school? It's terrifying. Not knowing anyone and it's awkward. Not for Grey. Grey Love is the new girl in town, but she's different. She's a complete badass and has a past that's not anyone's business. She doesn't want to be friends with anyone, she just needs herself. For Reece Carter, this is a problem for her. He's the bad boy of the school and doesn't like the competition. All he wants to know is who this girl is and where she came from. Two different people that are so much alike, how good can it really end?

It's the middle of the night and it has finally come to your attention that you have mercilessly devoured the last of your Ben and Jerry's, leaving none for an intense movie marathon. Well, what do you do? Reschedule movie night for a date when you do get your greedy little hands on that ice-cream? No! Of course not. You go outside in the middle of the freaking night, by yourself, on foot to the nearest convenient store in hopes to quench your thirst for that heavenly ice-cream, is what you do. Too bad that fool proof plan just got you tied up and duct taped in the back of a van. Yup. Kidnapped. ----------------------- A lot of things remained a mystery about Skyler Brooklynn, aside from the life-threatening addiction for ice-cream and obsession over childish things. She had lived her life mostly alone, away from her gambling father and late mother, so most of her mysteries, even she didn't know. Like the part where she had zilch idea, she had been signed off in place of a great deal of money to a devilishly handsome crime boss. Wait what? And after completely abandoning Sky and making off with the staggering amount of money, her father disappeared from her life replaced with an arrogant, all-business, and uptight gang leader who had returned to collect what was rightfully his. Her. #4 in Humor, Highest Ranking. ©️All Rights Reserved

I turned around the corner of the building, testing to see if they would follow me, and they did. I headed all the way up to my room. The twins had just walked in, leaving the door open behind them. I walked in, and as I predicted, the two people following me entered after me. Mordecai closed the door before they could even blink. They didn't look the least bit fazed though. The girl is model worthy in all her fitness glory. Her long, black hair was in a single braid down her back, while she wore skinny jeans, a tank top and sneakers. Her eyes were mysterious and I couldn't get a read on her. The guy didn't look all that intimidating, but then again, I could say the same about Nick and I found out that he's Zero, as much as I am yet to believe it. The guy has blonde hair with dark and almost calculating eyes. It was difficult to pinpoint him too. "Who the hell are you and who sent you?" I asked them. "None of your questions are relevant right now. We need your help," the guy said. I was automatically irked by his dismissive manner. I crossed my arms. "And why would I help you?" "Because both you and Elle's lives are in danger if you don't," the girl replied. Elle? As in my fiancée? "Elliephant is alive?" Malachi asked, but there was something to his tone. The guy nodded. "She is, but she needs your help." "When Bridge said she saw her yesterday, I thought she was being delusional," Malachi commented. And he failed to tell me this. "Where is she?" I questioned our 'guests'. "Here on campus," they replied. "So she hasn't even bothered coming to find us?" Mordecai asked. "It's complicated," the girl replied. I reserved my comment and instead asked. "And what exactly is it that you need me to do?" "We need you to make her fall in love with you again."

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)