A new family has just moved in across the street, peaking everyone's interest for they're like nothing this small suburban town has ever seen. You see, the Connor's aren't a real family. As a new street drug begins to plague the halls of Belmont High, six unlikely FBI operative rejects will be sent in to save the day. Posing as a family, they're given new lives and their quest to shut this illegal operation down, begins. But then Andrea does the unthinkable and falls in love. Throw in a world of lies, flying torture devices, annoying non-related siblings, an unlikely alliance, the FBI, and you've got your average teenage love story right? Wrong. The con is on.

This is my story of getting raped and having to cope by myself and how I'm still coping with the trauma. Everything in this story is true. (not for the soft hearted)

tortured. /ˈtɔːtʃə/ past tense verb. " inflict severe pain or suffering on. " . . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 my mate I believed my world was complete. he was a werewolf, a strong and mythological alpha, and I was a human, destined to be forever protected and loved by him. how wrong I was. it started with the occasional smacks, then the punches that escalated into beatings, that finally escalated into him forcing himself on me. it happened everyday, by him, by his packmates. I am an empty shell on the verge of ending myself. I am starved, beaten, bruised, bullied. I am powerless. I am tortured. . . #1. in redeem. #12. in alternativeending. - check end for notes.

Riya was blinded by love to the extent that she let herself be used for illegal transactions by the man she loved. What opens her eyes to the false nature of people around her? How does she escape the realms of superstition and makes a life for herself?

Highest Rank #1 in Action "I can't tell anyone how I was kidnapped and raped. How I was used and abused. I certainly can't tell anyone how I learnt to fight so that I could protect myself." Mia Brooks wasn't your ordinary teenage girl. She is a teenage girl with no family. After being left alone on the streets of North Carolina she was finally found and taken into an Orphanage. She started to attend school and made 2 best friends, Emma and Dylan. At school she get's picked on and bullied. She wears baggy clothes and huge glasses. But that's not the real Mia Brooks. The real Mia Brooks fights. Nobody knows Mia's full story or the real reason she fights. But what happens when Mr. Bad Boy enters the picture. Does he have a secret too? Aaron Miller is the schools number one bad boy and bully to Mia. He's known for getting into fights and skipping school. Nobody knows why he does it but when he gets close to Mia will he spill the beans or not? Read to Find out !

"Rule number one," He whispers, pulling back to look me right in the eye, "Never let your guard down." He flashes me a cunning smirk as I stare at him, stunned at what he had just done. Only, he makes a mistake of turning to see what everyone else ahead of the bleachers is doing. I smirk and take a step back forcefully. Just as he turns his head back to face me, I swing my arm at his face. "No. That's rule two," I snap, "Rule one is never turn your back to your opponent." Faye Williams is not the type of girl who would call for the attention. However, she calls things as she sees them. Faye's not afraid to use her fist, for that's all she's ever known. Some call her a good girl while others call her a rebel. What most people don't know is that she's witnessed things that not many people get to witness. With an unstable mother who blames her for a needed divorce, she's seen, heard, and knows plenty. It's not until she moves to Miami, Florida with her dad, that trouble arises. Let's just say that the odds are not in her favor, especially when it comes to that notorious 'bad kid' Travis. Yet, for some reason, she feels that fixing the bad boy will mend herself. When a powerful gang leader, a notorious bad boy, vengeful mother, and two faced acquaintances enter the equation, Faye knows there's nothing to save her now. *Copyright © 2013* All rights reserved.