I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

His faint laugh stopped me in my tracks, my body turning sightly to look at him again. "That was cute. Really, I loved it, but you know I can't just stay away." He said while using air quotations for the last part of his sentence. My narrowed eyes continued to shoot daggers at him, "and why is that, Grayson? Huh?" I asked in a mocking tone. He rubbed along his jaw while pulling in on his bottom lip, his head lightly shaking from side to side. "What?" I said louder, my patience long gone. "I live right next door," he deadpanned, "I'm not going anywhere. As far as I'm concerned we're gonna be seeing each other practically every day, so this whole thing about staying away just isn't going to work for you. I don't let things I love go so easily." A chill went down my spine as I watched him walk up the stairs of his porch, "sweet dreams, Cam." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eighteen year old, Cameron Woods, is ready to start her senior year alongside her friends and boyfriend, Damon Valero. As summer comes to an end, Cameron prepares for the greatest year of her entire high school experience. Just a few days before school starts, Grayson Froyer and his family move in next door. Cameron befriends Grayson; introducing him to her friends, while helping him get adjusted to the town. However, somethings get taken too far, causing Cameron to rethink her new friendship with Grayson. For Grayson, Cameron is everything he needs, and he's going to make her see that. -Warning- -contains cussing/language -mild sex scenes

*** NEW AND IMPROVED *** With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men. CHARACTER VIEWS DO NOT REPRESENT MY OWN. ***WARNING*** OFFENSIVE CONTENT AHEAD.

"Sorry," I mutter and God, I just lost all the strength I had on my legs. This guy should be a model... "Don't be pretty thing." He says and cups my face with his right hand. "I would say that this is destiny, don't you think?" There's something You should know about me before I continue. I love a pretty face, damn who doesn't right? However I hate a guy who act's like he's the king of the world, everyone knows that the king of the world is Jack from Titanic, so this guy saying that our encounter was because of the destiny. It's a really turn off. A strong one. Believe me. "Sorry, the fault is mine and since my name is not Destiny I don't know what you mean," I reply and try to get away from him. Needless to say that this guy is not just full of himself, he is stubborn as well... I feel the tattooed guy grabbing my arm and yanking to stand in front of him again. "You're a funny girl. Mind tell me your name?" He asks me and gives the sexiest smile I've ever seen. I have to say that this guy was shaped by God himself. "Sorry darling but my mother told me I shouldn't talk to strangers" I retort back and wink at him. In the corner of my eye, I can see him smirk. ---------------------- Would you like to know your future or stay a prisoner of your past? This Is the story of a girl that couldn't run away from her past that meets a boy who just wants to forget his and meet his future. Meet Eleonor and Stephen. Two different worlds that will collide and what happens next? That's what they and we will find.

"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.

Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have him meet the the caring and sweet Gabrielle. He instantly disliked the young girl, hating everything about her. But when his hate turns into something more... something deeper, will he be able to control the obsession he soon has over her Warning: This is a dark novel and will have a lot of mature scenes. It will have also a lot of disturbing scenes such as violence, abuse, and other sensitive topics. This is not for people with soft hearts. Meant for 18+