IF YOU WANT A WELL WRITTEN GANG STORY: READ MY OTHER BOOK "RIDE OR DIE" This book is not well written, contains grammar errors, and overall super cliche. I was 13 when I wrote this. My other book is the same premise of this book but much more matured. * * * * Rain Thompson is an average 18 year-old. Well kind of Average. She lives with her dad; who was a lawyer but became a sheriff and 3 older brothers, while her parents are divorced. She's graduating High School. Rain has a perfectly normal life, that she's perfectly happy with. Ryker Anderson is a 20 year-old. He's the Towns Bad Boy. Has a horrible reputation. Doesn't care about anything. He is an all around play, and uses girls and throws them out. Ryker came from a foster home, and is now in one of the Cities biggest Gangs. Ryker and Rain are polar opposites. But what happens one-night when Rain and Ryker cross paths?? Will they develop a friendship? Or something more? Rain came across one thing, and that one thing is: The Bad Boy's Gang. ********************************* ● First Couple of Chapters are written horribly, but my writing skills approve later on ● I wrote this when I was THIRTEEN WARNING: Spelling and Grammar mistakes, do NOT leave comments correcting things Rated: PG-13

The story of Dakota and Silvia continues in the sequel, Dismissing Dakota. ⚠️ DO NOT read the summary unless you want to be spoiled. None of this book makes sense if you haven't read Disarming Dakota ⚠️ Silvia Ellington is crushed by what she has just learned. A revelation she wasn't expecting has been thrown on her lap for everyone in town to see. Dakota is now a stranger - and Silvia wants to keep it that way. As weeks pass, Silvia can't help but miss the bad boy she's dismissed so easily. But she knows what she's done is the right decision. Soon enough, something more sinister begins to brew in the town of Crescent Heights. Silvia's trust in Dakota gets tests once more when the truth is revealed. Silvia OWN hidden past from Maine may not remain a secret for long either.

"Not the typical cliche teen fiction" "You're hooked from the get go. Pretty much similar to when you can't stop eating till the last slice of pizza, or have the eagerness to pee, but can't because you're scared that if you stop reading you'll miss the intensity each word brings." "There isn't even a word good enough to describe this book. I'm speechless." - "Please Lexa?" Elle looks at me, "Just fill in my spot for ten minutes." At that moment I was calm, what could go wrong with running a checkout isle for ten minutes? As it turns out, everything. -- "Why are you checking me out?" His voice questions. Even his voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard. Not to mention the broad shoulder, killer jawlined boy it came from. "I wasn't, I swear!" My cheeks blush ferociously. How the hell did he notice? In fact I'd always thought I was pretty stealthy. He just chuckles and looks at me, a rambling mess, "Yes you are." "Okay, alright, you know what-" I pause trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered dignity from the floor, "Maybe you shouldn't come in here like a fracking ambercrombie model and then on top of that blame a poor little innocent girl for looking-" "I meant those. You're checking me out." He gestures to the items laying across the counter and the scanner in my hand. Oh shit. Let me just repeat that for a moment now. Oh shit. -- Started: 12/27/15 Ended: 10/24/18 February 2019: #1 HUMOR -- Warning: I cannot guarantee you will walk away from this book unaffected

According to Bianca Essen, junior high is totally different from elementary school. She knew that you get five other teachers and a locker but she didn't expect seeing a gorgeous guy in her Social Studies class. Bianca hatches up a plan to catch the gorgeous guy's attention but didn't except something else to happen instead. Or technically, someone else. (Old blurb as the first part. You can just skip that part.)

He hurries up to me, gently turning me back around so I'm facing him. "How can I change? How can I make things better?" His hands are wrapped firmly around my upper arms and his face is only a few inches from mine, his minty breath sends chills down me. I close my eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths and thinking about what to say. He moves one of his hands down my arm, tracing his fingers over my skin softly and intertwining his fingers with mine. "Please," he whispers, "tell me." He places his forehead on mine, my eyes flutter open and I'm staring into his sparkling blue ones. "I want to be with you, I want to hold you again, I want to feel your arms around me, your lips on mine. I want to play with your hair while we watch movies, and laugh when you jump at the scary parts. I want to be with you." "You wont change," I squeaked, looking away from his face and stepping away from him, forcing his arms down. I can't look at him anymore, his longing face, the way he holds me so gently. I can't risk actually slipping, can't let him hold me, can't let him long for me. All I want is for him to hate me, to leave my family and friends alone. He did kill most of them already... I can't stand it anymore. I think I might break.

"I love you" Jason said his eyes lighting up with that crazy and twisted smile that I had grown to loathe. "N-no you don't" "First you tell me to stay away from you, now you tell me how to feel!" He shouted as he came closer to me while I began to walk backwards. I mustered up all my courage as my back hit the wall leaving me with nowhere to run. "That's because what you feel isn't love." "Ha! " He said taking the final step bringing him to stand toe to toe with me. He lifted his hands and placed them on either side of my head on the wall. Then he lowered his head slowly and stared right into my eyes. "See you don't get it do you?" He said in almost a whisper.. "We're going to spend the rest of our lives together whether you know it or not." I shut my eyes unable to bear his intense look. "Just wait and see":

"Look at me" he growled out,his eyes black as coal. "You are mine,my beloved, my woman.If I ever see another man touch you he will not live to see another day, you're mine forever."

My name's Eclipse. I know weird name, but I was born during a blue moon eclipse which is an omen of power for that child hence the name Eclipse. My mother and father are werewolves, so I grew up in a normal werewolf pack. So did my twin older brothers Wolf and Lucan. Ironic right? When I'm made or don't feel like calling two names I just holler "Werewolf!" and the boys respond. Anyway, there are two powers in our world and many other creatures too. You thought only werewolves and vampires existed? Well there are sirens and shadows too. And sometimes two creatures mix to form one powerful breed. But they can't do it on their own. We all have mates, our soul partner, the person we are made for. However, little did I know I would have the most powerful mate in our world. Oh, but not just one powerful mate. I got two.

Possessive: adjective 1. jealously opposed to the personal independence of, or to any influence other than one's own upon, a child, spouse, etc. 2. desirous of possessing, especially excessively so. 3. of or pertaining to possession or ownership.