#26 in Action on 7/3/2016 Joanna Blake is a reckless girl who wished to be normal all her twenty-one years but knew that wasn't really possible for her. Unfortunately her recent assault of a citizen wasn't helping the matter. Specially when the assaulted citizen wasn't all that innocent. She is sentenced to finish one year in jail. She didn't care about the jail part as much as the part were she was threatened to be killed before she went to the jail. Her cousin and lawyer, Mark found a solution that could be even more threatening for both their lives. She had been a survivor her whole life. but will she be able to survive this? When she finds her self in a prison surrounded by extremely criminal.... Men!? Mafia, Gangsters, Molesters, Bad boys, and crazy friendships. Lies, Doubts, Terror, dark pasts, betrayals, Madness............... and love? Read prison Chic for an epic agony a messed up girl goes through. but who knows? maybe among this misery, happiness head will rise.

I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...

A group of five very interesting girls get themselves into a whole bunch of trouble, with the help of their lovers they try to bury the hatchet with some past demons once again.

Harry's voice crippled me. The sound was deep, husky, and pleading as he begged for forgiveness he knew I wouldnt give. I shook my head once more but refused to give into the tears. Crying was easy. There was no skill to it...nothing to be mastered. It was just some hideous action that proved how pathetic you were. It was for that reason that I hated the futile action and instead sat there cold and emotionless. I think it was then that Harry realized exactly what I was about to do. He was too accustomed to my antics; he knew me like the back of his hand despite how much I tried to distance myself. The boy had a way of gaining people's trust. He could find the key to any door I hid behind...except for one. Finally the pleading went away and was replaced by desperation. "Please just talk to me Savannah. Say anything. Scream at me, tell me how much you hate me, just...just say anything!" I just stared at him with the same dead expression I had been carrying for some time. He shook his curly-haired head; sad and partly frustrated. "You make things so bloody difficult sometimes. I'm begging you to just open up to me...please baby...otherwise we're lost." I shook my head and prepared myself to run. "I guess we're lost then. Goodbye Harry."

I never imagined I'd be lying here, in this cold hard bed, waiting to die with so many regrets. I'm so selfish; I did this to help him, not me, and yet here I am wishing I could take it all back. Wishing that, just for a moment, I could be happy again. The kind of happy that he made me. He's the only one who can fix what's broken inside of me now...but there's just not enough time.