"You can't play a player baby, it doesn't work that way." Lola Mackenzie is getting way more than she bargained for. When she agreed to help her friend get revenge on the player that broke her heart, she never imagined that it would be anything more than simply fixing a vendetta. The task was simple: break his heart the same way he's broken the hearts of so many others. Instead, she lets herself get pulled into the game further than anybody has ever been before, battling it out against the player himself. Ryder Case. The game is simple: whoever falls in love... first loses. The winner gets both of their hearts. With each of them determined to beat the other, the stakes have never been higher, and Lola is battling the pro.

Aria Winters, a girl who was bullied by her fellow classmates and abused by her dad. She's only around for one reason. Her best friend, Nate Ryan. But when she finally gets sick of it all, Aria finds herself packing her bags and leaving everyone, including the one person she loved, her best friend. 2 years later shes back and fiercer than ever. This time she won't let them bring her down. Not again...

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014