There's only one thing Colin hates more than Sadie-- Seeing Sadie cry.

When trust fund brat Siobhan McIver gets kicked out of her family, handsome Alexander Cosetino is there to help her move forward with her life. But why's he pressuring her to get married? She's only 19. That's way too young to get married. BUT the ring is big and Alex is rich, rich, rich... it's like a fairy tale. Maybe. Except that she has no money, no job, no skills. Alex is in control of everything... and Siobhan's not so good at doing what she's told. Plus, there's a good looking, but snarky, FBI agent who's always telling her that Alex is a Mob Boss and not a Wall Street lawyer. Then there's this high ranking Russian mobster she accidentally on purpose she narked on and who's looking for revenge... lately, it seems like everything's up in the air. Maybe she should be, too. Sometimes the only way out is up. This is the first edition of FlyGirl. Uncut, unedited, and unproofed.

(NOT EDITED AT ALL) (LOTS OF GRAMMAR ERRORS) (I was young when I wrote this lol) "You're special, fire boy," the man grins, "you and the others are just getting started." - Fire. Earth. Water. Air. It's 2890. In the US, everyone gets one of the elements powers when they are born, usually their parents element. But the elements no longer get along. They keep themselves separated from one another, not daring to interact, knowing it will cause havoc and destruction. But the government wants to test the elements together. And they've been watching, waiting for the right elements that can handle the job. And they've found them. *** Highest rank: #5 in Science Fiction Cover: @lucifehh WARNING: There is some harsh language, read at your own risk

❧❧WINNER OF THE WATTYS 2016 for VORACIOUS READS ❧❧ An invisible enemy. A deadly virus. A human hacker and a Werewolf alpha are their only hope. That's if they don't kill each other first. When Parker Johnson, a top security specialist, is called in to help track down the architects behind a genetically engineered virus, she doesn't hesitate. Even if it means working with Daniel Locke, the icy Alpha Commander who she had the misfortune of pissing off. Big time. Fierce, powerful, and determined, Daniel has spent his whole life defending those he loves. But this time the enemy is invisible, and everywhere. An enemy that could destroy his entire race. The last thing he needs is a curvy, brunette firecracker who's been a thorn in his side for more than a decade. But the Alliance has other ideas. The disease is spreading, and Parker's technological abilities might be their only hope for survival. It is a race against the clock for this unlikely couple as they attempt to save those they love, while at the same time contend with a mutual attraction that refuses to be silenced.

He's like a machine. He hates to be touched. He hates anything to be non-sanitized. He can't stand human emotion. He fakes a personality, just to seem okay. He hates technology, but is nothing without it. He's a professor to the class, but supposed to be a student. He teaches the same thing everyday, but was meant to be there only to learn. And then he loses control, unable to be a machine any longer, he begins to realize worshiping technology is nothing but a curse. He holds the life of an introvert, the life of a mad man, and he admits to it. All of it. ~~ "You're useless. Nothing but a controlled soul in a shell of a body." "Then just label me a machine, there is nothing more insane than that."

"What a brilliant idea, Bonnie. Now his friends saw us with it." I shook my head. "Hey, don't try to pin this whole thing off on me. I was only trying to help...you should have never stolen it!" She rubbed the temples of her forehead. "I didn't steal. I borrowed." I stated. Jonah went towards the window and pulled one of the blinds down a little. "Uh, guys? You may want to stop the cat fight. Skylor's outside. And he looks pretty pissed off." Suddenly there were a series of loud thuds on my front door. "I know you're in there, Ivy! Either you open up the damn door or I'm breaking it down, I swear!" Skylor yelled. •*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• [ trailer is in chapter one : ]

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Alexandra Hunt has only two things on her list to do when she gets to Hollywood. 1. Surprise her boyfriend, James who is interning at a movie set. 2. Avoid Flynn Mathers, Hollywood's ultimate A-Lister and who also happens to be her biological father who asked her mother to have an abortion. It certainly didn't involve her running face first into Dylan Rush, Hollywood's heartthrob and desired by many since his film debut 6 years before. As if some crazy writer was messing with their fate, they end up starring together in a movie as leads, confirming Dylan's belief that Alex is just another stalker that is in love with him. But what is Alex doesn't know who Dylan Rush is? And will they be able to finish shooting before they strangle each other to death? It's a Hate Story turned Love Blockbuster! COMPLETED : 14/02/2015 #1 of the 'Hate at First Flight' Series * HIGHEST RANKING #20 TEEN FICTION ** 1 MILLION READS - 25th Aug 2016 *** 2 MILLION READS - 14 July 2018

Lux loved her new life with her pack, the pack she'd joined two years ago after meeting her pen pal --the alpha--who was always the person to treat her best. So imagine her surprise when she has to go back with her pack to the place she ran from, the people she ran from. Her old pack...The pack that hated her and gave her nothing but hell But Lux had changed in those two years; long gone was the chubby blond that never talked back and was replaced by a badass third command that doesn't take shit from anyone and is in charge of training her wolves. But will Lux's new personality be enough to keep her from getting hurt? Especially when she has to see the person who made her leave, Damon, her mate, the one who rejected her and the alpha of her old pack...

In a world where you're defined by class can anything else exist? "At the age of 16, each male and female must attend the earliest 'Summoning'. From there the ideal match is generated for each individual in a process known as the 'Sorting'. Once a pair have been matched, they will reside to the male's dwelling to live out their lives in harmony. If an individual is not matched at a Summoning, they must continue to attend until their match is Sorted. Failure to comply with these terms shall result in immediate imprisonment." - President Mangold ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the early ages both the caste system and the 'Sorting' were instituted. Society is based on a class system and the number of a particular caste branded on the left shoulder of each human. The caste system is rated from 1 to 5. Elle Silver is a 3. As is her twin sister, her mother and her father. On her 16th birthday, Elle and her sister Ana are summoned. Hoping to follow in the footsteps of her mother and father, Elle is anxious to find out who her match is and the caste he is from. Because as the her mother has always said: 'You would hope for your sake that you're not matched to a 1 or a 5.' Stereotypes are often accurate but occasionally they can be more wrong then you'll ever understand.