She's always been popular, beautiful, and a bully. Elizabeth Brant has lived by her own rules all her life...or so everyone thought. She holds onto a past that's the town's most well-kept secret. She can't wait to move away from it all. Entering into college Elizabeth learns quickly that she's no longer the head bitch around. Learning how to navigate a sorority of mean girls and swallowing some of the same vile things she's imposed on others is a rude awakening. Elizabeth has grand plans for herself and refuses to be weakened by anyone. No matter what. Then unexpectedly, the notorious bad boy on campus rips through her well-manicured plans and everything changes. Bad boy Fin Riley's past has caused him to be a relentless rebel. He's into fast cars, loud music, sex and alcohol. Breaking hearts and rules are the two things he does best. Unapologetically. What happens when the queen of mean meets her match? Fin may very well be the biggest challenge Elizabeth has ever faced. Will he be able to unveil the tough girl act or will he hate her just as much as everyone else always has? Secrets will be revealed and lives will be forever changed when Fin and Elizabeth's pasts collide with their future... (This story is not professionally edited.)

Some wounds will haunt you while others can destroy you. He thinks he can save me. I don't want saving. I want revenge. (This story is not professionally edited.)

***FULL STORY NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON*** I'm dead. I'm cold and alone and I'm dead. There's no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snow-capped mountain side. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree. Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too. "It's time," I whispered. "It's time," she whispered. And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet we'd never been closer than we were in that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I? That was the day Riah Winter died.