She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

Sequel to The Boy At My Window "It's always my reputation." he said bitterly. "What's always your reputation?" I asked confused. He sighed audibly. "Driving people away. People hear about my reputation and don't take time to get to know me. They either think I'm some huge bad ass and become my friend solely off of that or they think I'm a criminal and avoid me at all costs. Which one are you?" I felt kind of bad for him. It was sad no one knew who he really was. "I'll be the exception. I'll get to know you, Ryder Daniels. The real you." "Really?" I could practically hear the smile he was wearing in his voice. "You want to get to know me?" "Yeah. I want to know what goes on in that soccer head of your's." I said smiling to myself. All Rights Reserved

Playing a tune that I knew since I was a child. I expertly pressed the key correctly, not a single mistake. The beautiful sound coming from the grand piano echos in the room, it feels like it was taking me to another world where I can only imagine. Closing my eyes because that's the only thing that I can do. "I love you," I heard the man said and I stopped playing. "I can't love you," I replied not facing his direction. "I love you," his husky voice that I love, repeated. He was waiting for an answer but I don't have the intention. "I think it was love at first sight," he said. "That's funny," I said still not facing him, "Considering that I'm blind." A man who is a Mafia boss fell in love with a woman who is blind. A woman who is blind sees the true nature of the Mafia man. How can he protect the woman? How can she love the man? The woman who only see the dark and the man who is in the dark. A story that will take you on a roller coaster ride. .Copyright. You are not allowed to copy my story. Since I'm the author of the story I have all the legal rights. I don't own the picture of the story's cover so credits to the owner. Please respect the copyright rule. Thank you.

❀❀❀❀❀❀ "That doesn't even make sense." I shook my head, bored out of my mind. "Does it have to?" He let a grim, fraction of a smile appear, before absurdly dismissing the conversation from the air with the flick of his mitts. Focusing back on the Patriots' game, he moaned in delight whilst crunching down on my hard earned Fritos. "My house, my rules. Go get me some macaroni." For once in a millennium, I didn't have a comeback. The bottom half of my jaw fell, and I stared at the bundle of malice curled up on the couch, just to make sure I was hearing right. He'd surpassed my plan. He found the loophole, the way around being made fun of by the other fitness jocks and most of the student body. 'Til next September, I am his slave. I thought I was a step ahead of him, but turns out, he was two steps in front of me the whole time. And he knew it. ❀❀❀❀❀❀ B E A U T I F U L cover art done by the talented and gorgeous @ElliMau Humor #35 Teen Fiction #52 12|2|13 © Copyright 2013 No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher

Don't Judge my book by this description, I am not good at this. Haha.--Caroline Summers is 17 years old. Her nickname is Carrie. She goes to the most cliche highschool ever. They have the stuck up arrogant jocks and the rude cheerleaders. She is in some clubs, sports, and has lots of friends, but her best friend is Ally. She's never been to a party, but Carrie does get invited. Also, Carrie hates the Arrogant Jerk Nate. Nate Lakerfield is the most sexy guy in school. Some girls actually have picture of him in their locker. Nate is the captain of the football team, basketball team, and of course the hockey team. He goes to a bunch of parties and usually ends sup getting 'wasted', well he used to. He can't drink anymore. Which you will find out why later. Also, he has slept with half the school, but that's what people think. They don't know the real him.. Once Carrie catches Nate's eye, things get interesting. Things aren't always as they seem. The past becomes present. And what happens when a creepy guy starts to stalk Carrie?And what if he knows her secret?

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Elliot Andrews lives at home with her parents, who are always working and she is a senior in a high school she can't stand. The only saving grace are the fact she is trapped here for another year with her best friends Ryan and Louise. That is until the mysterious, young and gorgeous Mr Cartwright comes along. Tragedy strikes early in to the school year and her world is ripped apart, will Elliot get through this? Follow Elliot on an amazing year of tragedy, heartbreak, growth and love.