"I don't know who you think you are coming here, and acting like you don't care about anything. Now listen here Princess, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Here's a couple of rules that I'd like to enlighten upon you. Number one, you do not talk back to me. And two, you don't mess with me or the rules," his breath fans my face and I close my eyes. The proximity between us was terrifying. "I've dealt with many bitches like you, so I suggest that you follow those rules unless you want to end up like them," - he leans in. His mouth lingers near my ear, "used." ... "... You might think that you run this place, but you do not run me. Understand? And the sooner you understand that, the better it'll be for the both of us," I warn staring right into his eyes before walking away. I was more than amused by his dumbfounded expression. I stop, and turn back around, facing him, "And one piece of advice, know what you're fishing for before you start fishing. What if you find a shark and it reels you in, instead?" ⇒Highest rank: 1 in Chicklit on 01.08.16

Sebastian Black was the number one most feared mafia leader in the streets of LA. At the age of 25 he runs the city and police department. He gets what he wants, always feared, and will never know the true feeling of Love. Never has , Never will.... Never say Never Jezzabelle Johnson is a young, kind, and innocent 17 year old. Her father is the gang leader of a big and scary crew in Chicago. Ben Johnson (Jezzabelles Father) ends up going to meet up with a few other gangs in LA for business when something else happens. Business wasn't the only thing going down in LA when Jezzabelle wanders off into the dangerous streets of LA by herself. What happens when the most feared mafia leader ends up taking a liking of the girl that was too innocent for his liking? What happens when he sets his eyes upon something he desires just by a little glance? "I want her...."" "I need her...." "She's Mine!!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ranking: #42 in Fanfiction :) 7/16/17 Highest Ranking: #22 in Romance :) 7/4/17

||Highest rank #7 in clothes Highest rank #1 in allboysschool Highest rank #759 in boys Highest rank #56 in onlygirl|| Kylie Johnson was moved to her grandfathers all boy school where she has to deal with tons of drama and all the boys

Alice Avery lives in a society where every girl must wear mini skirts and unbelievably high heels. Where girls are expected to be bimbos and guys are Greek Gods. So how does a tomboy fit in this situation? And where are the bad boys? Alice Avery is a tomboy. She loves to skateboard and hates gossip. She hates skirts, dresses, make up, and drama. She speaks up for herself and has not seen people due to being homeschooled all of her life. How will she take it when her senior year is spent in a public school filled with bimbos, jocks, and bad boys? What if she ends up living next to the bad boys? Oh jeez.... Now, for the bad boys. The Three Musketeers are the baddest boys in school. But no girls there are good enough to be their girlfriends. No matter how slutty they're willing to be. But Alice is different. The Three Musketeers are more dangerous than many people know but the people they work for are even worse. What happens when Alice gets mixed up in their crazy mess? Secrets will be revealed. Love will be in the air. Guns will be fired. Lives will be lost. (This book is currently being edited. There are many mistakes.)

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.