I know what am. I know what I see in the mirror. But the first time he gazed into my eyes and I saw myself through his, I became uncertain...

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

(Undergoing editing) *WILL CONTAIN M-PREG, SMUT, SWEARING* (Book 2 in the Mafia Series.) "Raymundo Vega meet your new wife, Derek Giordano." He wheeled around in his chair and stared up at me, hate flaring in his eyes. I wanted nothing but to leap over the table and strangle him with his intestines. "Two words." He held up his fingers in distaste and I glared at him. "Hell. No." That was it. Case closed.

*Wrote this when I was 14, so it might be up to par, but I am revamping. Read at your own risk* (Book 1 in the Mafia series.) Everyone in the world has always said, "Don't you dare cross Ramone Vega." Even if he appears to have been the reason why my mother has been murdered.

Have you ever wish you can make someone disappear into the thin air without a trace? If your answer is yes then, Congratulation!!! You know exactly what I am feeling right now, as I sit across from Dmitry Zharkov the man I once loved with a burning passion, now as I look at him smirking cockily at me, I cannot stop the feeling of hate, that has the same burning intensity of the love I once had for him. How dare he tries to walk back into my life as if he owns it or me after all these years? He has some nerves demanding rights he does not have, wanting and expecting things to go his way, but what can you expect from an arrogant man like him, who has it all, the looks, the money, the cars, the houses and all the attention that comes with them. Looking at his handsome face with that devilish gleam in his smokey gray eyes as he runs them hungrily over me, all I feel is anger and even though my mind screaming 'DANGER' and 'RUN', I will not heed to it, no matter how dangerous he is I Zion Baker am not backing down, we will fight til the end, because I will never let him have what he thinks he can take away. Forgiveness they say is a powerful thing, but what they never tells you in that little speech, is how hard it is to give.