Relata las historia de Halo y como nacen los espartans hasta la gran caida del segundo planeta mas importante para la humanidad

They're worlds apart, and this isn't high school, so how the hell did a homeless female writer end up renting a billionaire's mansion? And - hold your breath - becoming his fake girlfriend? ➳ full blurb inside ➳ first reached #1 in humor on july 6, 2015 ➳ first reached #1 in business on august 29, 2023 ➳ winner of best humor book in the fiction awards 2016 ➳ featured by cadbury (marvellous creations) and secret lives of the americans (pivot) P.S. This is a SATIRICAL BILDUNGSROMAN. Proceed with caution. (cover by @glueeater)

"You'll do anything will you?" Keeley smirks, a mischievous glint lighting up her brown eyes. "I dare you, Jade Elsie Brooke, to break into Trystan Woods house and steal a pair of his boxers without him finding out." Jade Brooke was the dare devil who had never turned down a dare, no matter how bad it was. So when a simple game of truth of dare ends up flipping her life upside down in the form of a dare, she has no one to blame but herself. Trystan Woods was the boy out of reach for most, who stood at the top of the high school food chain. Everyone loves him, and he was the football team captain. Jade had never interacted with him, until the day she was dared to break into his house and steal his underwear. The only flaw in the plan? When he catches her in his room holding his boxers. || Humour #1 || // this story is in major need of editing and sucks quite badly so read at your own risk you have been warned \\

NOW PUBLISHED BY SOURCEBOOKS FIRE! Sixteen-year-old Jackie Howard knows nothing about her new guardian Katherine Walter when she moves from New York to Colorado. After discovering that Katherine has twelve boys, Jackie fears that living in the Walter house isn't going to be easy. It's just icing on the cake that the boys look like models... Cover design by pizzazz-

Recuerdos... Tristemente no es algo de lo que pueda hablar con alguien, ya que no tengo con quien compartirlos y tampoco creo que a nadie le interese escucharlos. Los únicos recuerdos que tengo son de oscuridad, hambre y frío. Amigos... ¿Qué es eso? Nunca he tenido uno, pero ha de ser muy divertido según las conversaciones que he escuchado de mis padres detrás de la puerta. Estas cuatro paredes son todo lo que conozco. El frío es mi único abrigo y la soledad mi única compañía. Además de ese demonio... Ese maldito demonio que no me deja tansiquiera dormir, por que hasta en sueños me ataca. Lleva años intentado arrastrarme junto con él hacia el infierno, pero no se le hará nada fácil...