"Got a problem, Sweetheart?" He asked, probably rhetorically, but Mira replied anyway. "Yeah, I do. You're a selfish jerk. You don't care for a single soul here but yourself" she told him. It wasn't true, not a single bit, the Blake boy would soon become infatuated with the younger delinquent, Mirabella Roy. And before he even knows it he would do anything to protect her, and she would do the same.

shat•tered (adjective) broken into many pieces; damaged or destroyed Elena Mastersons is alone in every sense of the word. Everyone she loved is gone. Floated into the deep depth of space. She spent her time waiting in a cell to end up like the rest of them, until she and 99 other criminals are sent somewhere no one has been in almost 100 years. Earth. Elena is the true definition of shattered and she doesn't believe that someone is capable of fixing her. -I don't own any part of The 100 all rights go to The CW. The only parts I own are my own characters and scenes- Cover created by: @-smok3

Having been ripped out of her mother's arms right after being born a minute later than her twin, Wren Jordan was sent to the Sky Box on the Ark. Considered a criminal for the simple act of being born, lonely walls and cell guards are all she has and all she's ever known for the past seventeen years. When forced out of her cell one day and placed on a ship, a confused but excited Wren learns that she is part of The 100, a group of underage criminals, that are to be sent back to Earth, where no one has been to in decades. Filled with mixed emotions, Wren finds that she has no idea on what to expect on the ground. A sure death, most likely. What she most certainly didn't expect was to find that her twin was to be sent down with her and the rest of The 100. Determined to keep herself and her recently met twin alive on the ground, Wren is willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe. But when some of the delinquent group decide to cause trouble, she finds that she got more than she bargained for when she tries to stop them. Confused, with new and mixed feelings found, Wren Jordan will find that it takes more to survive than she thought and that some people make it worth your while to go to Hell and Back. (Description by @Thalia_Prior) cover by: @sighstiles

18 year old Florence Remy has three things that mean the world to her: Twizzlers, her best friends Ade and Clancy, and her parents' coffee shop the Espresso House in downtown Brooklyn, New York. As a small business amongst huge corporations, Florence and her parents struggle to make ends meet. However, they remain optimistic and happy. The coffee shop may not bring in much, but it's enough to keep them on their feet. But what happens when a group of dangerous Brooklyn mobsters force Florence's parents into giving them co-ownership of the shop? Crime boss and leader Wolfe Sterling takes a great interest in the tunnels that lead past the Espresso House cellar. Dirty business is what he's best at and dragging people into his dangerous (and illegal) activities are no bother. But things go sideways when he also takes a strange interest in Florence. And it really doesn't help that he's hotter than freshly brewed coffee...

When 17 year old November Jones accidentally burns off her left eyebrow in a freak accident, she brushes it off. Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix, right? But when she finds herself shoved into the backseat of her own car as a couple of very big, very bad, and very dangerous-looking men drive off with it, things can't be so easily fixed...especially since it's not just her missing eyebrow that needs to be covered, it's also the fact that one of the most wanted criminal organizations in the country accidentally kidnapped a teenage girl while trying to escape a drug deal gone wrong. Could things get any worse? Well, with a girl like November in the mix, the answer is yes.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.