BAD BOYS IN LOVE, BOOK 1 When high-school quarterback, Harvey Remington's whole family passes away in a brutal car accident, he loses all will to live. That's until he discovers that he's not completely alone, that there's one survivor; his baby nephew. All hopes of raising the kid himself come crashing down when he's informed that his arch-nemesis' family, the über-rich Kincaids, are the godparents who will be given custody of the baby. With no stable income and no living relatives to support him, getting guardianship seems impossible. The solution? Marriage. ● "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Gideon Elijah Kincaid and Harvey Zak Remington in holy matrimony. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." I press my lips together to prevent myself from shouting at the top of my lungs that I do. Yes, I have a huge problem with marrying my arch-nemesis, and I'd like to be NOT tied to this asshole 'till death' - or for the few years until I'm up on my own feet - thank you very much. Gideon narrows his dark silver eyes at me as he squeezes my hands in his grip, silently warning me to maintain my slipping composure. I take a deep breath and let my eyes wander over to the side - where my very adorable nephew is sitting on Gideon's mom's lap, bouncing excitedly as he watches all the bright lights and decor with the awe-filled wide eyes that only babies can pull off. My heart clenches at the sight because the oblivious baby has no clue that his whole world has been ripped away from under him, that I am the only person he has left. I sigh internally at the unfairness of it all. With a renewed determination to do everything I possibly can to do right by the little human, I steel myself and give Gideon a wide smile, doing my best to make it seem like he's the most important person to me on the planet. I can do this. I can stay married to the bad boy.

#TalentAward2018 #projectdiscoveryourtalent Aeron Wheeler did not expect to lose his parents at the age of 11. He did not expect to move thousands of miles away from his best friend. He also did not expect to love his best friend more than he ever should. He certainly did not expect his best friend to return his feelings. Most of all he did not expect to marry someone as soon as he turned 18. *** "He looks good doesn't he?"She asked, following my eyes. Yeah 'Good' will be the understatement of the year "Yup," I looked at her and nodded, trailing my eyes back to him. "Too bad he's out your league. You two would have made a great couple. Come on let's go", she said, turning toward the school building. "What? Why?" I asked, following her. "Um, we have to get the schedule and your locker number", she said amused looking back at me raising an eyebrow. "Not that. Why am I out of his league? Because he is straight? ", I said, rolling my eyes. "Because his boyfriend of 3 years won't approve of you", she said as a matter of fact and stepped into a room. 'Out of my League huh?' I smirked following her into the room, not before looking back at him one last time. *** Cover by its_just_a_lovestory ♥

Sometimes, even when we think we are the same with our family and friends, all may not be what it seems. Perhaps we have to look back and see, what makes us different, yet the same? What makes us friends, and families? What makes us, us? I'm not sure where this story is going...it's just my random spark...but I hope you'll give it a try! it's my first try, and I don't mind constructive criticism, but please don't be harsh on me!! Love ya! Cover by: Its_Just_A_Heart

In a future not too far from ours exist the gifted children, those named Children of the Stars, the so-called Superpowers. The government hunts them down, the people fear them, yet some worship and revere them as Gods. Most have been imprisoned, gone rogue, or are working with the world's governments as weapons to use in war. All but one. David Ravlon, the one able to warp time and space itself around him. But, he has yet to realize his power and yet to awaken his hidden gifts. Read on to follow his adventure as David unlocks his powers, fights against the government, and is declared a Rogue Power along with others he finds along the way. NOTE: Though his powers seem very overpowered, there are counters to them and he isn't AS powerful as you'd think.

❝The more you hide your feelings for someone, the more you fall for them.❞ * Beta Ezra Harland gives a new definition to the words 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. His bad boy ways, sweet as fuck charms, horny as hell Beta-blood and big heart make him the most irresistible combination to walk the earth. The cherry on the icing-filled cake? He's half-Saudi Arabian and half-Brazilian and sinfully sexy as a result. The worst part of it all? He KNOWS it. High school is over and Ezra is almost done with this Mates business. When he's reluctantly coerced into going to College, the last thing he expects is to run into his only childhood nemesis, the little girl who's life he'd once made hell. The same little girl who's now no longer a little girl, but is all ALPHA. And the funniest thing of it all? it seemed that she is his Soulmate. It's time for Ezra's story. * Ezra's PoV: "Oh my Goddess! Out of all the people in the world, it's Ezra Harland!" She sighs quietly in shock and her melodic voice sends goose-pimples racing down my bare arms. The sound of my name in her tongue almost makes me fall to my knees right there. Abort mission. Abort mission! Seneca and Micajah gasp, and the meaning of her words finally register past the thick fog in my brain. I cross my arms across my chest, glowering at her shocked expression without missing a beat, "Out of all the people in the world, I can't believe it's you, either." I snap, rolling my eyes. "I have no idea in what way the Goddess thought we were ever gonna be a good couple." "I second that." "Good, there's something we agree on." Nyah shakes her head, standing up. "It was nice talking to you, Micajah. And see you around, too, Alpha Mordecai." She grabs her cell phone off the table and leaves, brushing past me in a hurry. The tingles on my chest where her shoulder brushed against me? They're real. Man, I'm so screwed.

❝Sometimes, love is crazy.❞ • • • I was a NORMAL guy, Doing NORMAL things, Like crushing on a NORMAL girl, Having NORMAL friends, Living a NORMAL life. Until SHE happened. Until she decided to Kidnap me. Yes, She KIDNAPPED me. • • • Anders Larzelere's PoV: "W-What the fück do you mean?" "Tsk, Tsk, Mate. No cursing." She says, with a mock reprimanding expression. Mate? Maybe she is from Australia? She doesn't have an accent though. Her full pink lips stretch in a secretive smirk as she slowly advances in on me, twirling a piece of red cloth in her hand, that suspiciously looks like a silk tie. 'Ooh, Kinky,' My mind comments and I want to smack myself for such thoughts in such a situation. "W-Why do you have that?" I point out, looking at her with suspicious eyes. Instead of replying, she continues to advance on me, and like the idiot I am, I back up with every step she takes. Only to get cornered. 'Super, Anders. Just Super.' I chide myself, feeling stupid. She takes the last step between us, and places her hands on either sides of my face on the wall, leaning close to my ear. "To give you your happily-ever-after," She whispers in a throaty voice, and I shiver when her hot breath tickles the sensitive flesh in my neck. "W-what?" I stutter, feeling dazed and disoriented. "Oh, I'm kidnapping you," With that, she presses a small white square of something - that I didn't notice she had - on my face. In a split second, a sharp and chemical smell invades my nostrils and before I know, I'm slipping into a spiraling abyss of darkness. • • • Note: Anders is a GUY's name. Yes, the guy gets kidnapped. :)

❝No soulmate ever leaves this world alone. They always take a part of their other half with them.❞ • TATUM KARAS, the soon-to-be-Alpha, is Mateless. Well, technically, she isn't Mate "less", because nobody is Mateless. Everybody has a Mate, a partner for life. The problem is, hers is no more. Yes, her Mate, the guy who was supposed to be her one true love, had died when she was just twelve. What devastated Tatum the most was the fact that she would never experience the much sought-after, unconditional love between true Mates. To make matters worse, she'd never gotten to meet the person the Goddess had made just for her, even once. Now, years later, Tatum is not a child anymore. Her responsibilities are catching up to her and the fast-approaching date of her coronation ceremony is not helping things, either. She has to move on and find herself a Mate to rule beside her, and she has to find one fast. ANGIER WELLINGTON is the best-friend of everyone's dreams. He's sweet, kind, protective and looks like Adonis' much hotter brother, but that's not all. The icing on the cake? He's the bad boy who's good ONLY to Tatum Karas, and he's also her future Beta. He's the only person in the world Tatum can trust, and the only person she has ever let into her little bubble. They say that matters of the heart are fickle, and true to the saying, Tatum has fallen completely and irrevocably in love with him. The problem with that? He is already Mated. Just when things couldn't become worse, a mysterious stranger shows up in town, and Tatum might just be forced to move on. Feelings of jealousy and betrayal arise and secrets are unveiled when boundaries are pushed, and there's just one thing left to wonder. Will Tatum be able to move on and confront her complicated feelings for her best friend? Or will she let the walls she'd built around her heart, crumble in itself and destroy her in the process? • Guaranteed bitching, cursing & crying but also a HAPPY ending

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION