'Pain isn't remotely kind in that way. Pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejection hurt, but nothing compares to the pain of being empty. Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all and it makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time and I'm convinced I'm going crazy and I'm actually okay with that.'

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

"A lot of girls would kill to be in your position right now." He smirked cockily making him look more sexy I didn't want to satisfy him with how I would feel entranced with his Greek god looks, so I held my ground. "Then I would gladly give it to them". - Clara Parker. Average teenage girl and of course a girl has to at least have a crush right? Well, Peter Harold is her crush who happens to be her neighbour, lucky right? Little did she know Peter has an older brother who happens to be the hottest most notorious playboy at Western High, Vaughn Harold. Not feeling so lucky anymore, join the two together and it'll be one hell of a ride.

I looked around frantically, the room was filled with people I didn't know. I was trying to find where this sweet aroma was coming from. Concentrate Siana, block everyone else out and follow the scent. I told myself, my feet started to carry me and I didn't ask them too. Where's was it coming from...pie? I questioned. Nah it's too sweet to be pie, a person? My mate? My feet carried me faster at the thought of it being my mate. The sent had gotten stronger, my eye skimmed the There stood in the middle of the room talking to a group of people, a Greek god. He was fucking hot. "Mate..."I murmured my wolf yipped at what I said. I knew he heard me because he stopped talking. He didn't look in my direction. I whimpered at this, he slightly turned his head but I still couldn't see his face. He seemed to sigh and went back to talking. Why won't he look at me. "Look at me.." I whispered. He stopped talking again and closed his eyes. He still didn't look at me, I gave up and turned on my heel and walked away. "I find my mate and he can't even look at me. Nice job Siana." I said to myself as I sat down at a table, my dress flowed behind me. "What is troubling you my dear?" I heard a deep husky voice ask. It sent shivers up my spine, and it wasn't good shivers it was creepy and uncomfortable ones. "Nothing that concerns you." I hissed in annoyance. They chuckled. "Feisty little thing you are." He said I was getting pissed off. I went to yell at him to leave me alone but I heard a gentle, yet rough and powerful voice say. "She's with me." That's all they said and I already who it was. It was my mate.

Highest rank: #51- badboy #12- comedy Being new in a high school is difficult. Being "claimed" by the supposedly "bad boy" was even more difficult. He wouldn't stop- as he said himself. **WARNING THIS BOOK WAS NOT ALWAYS A WEREWOLF BOOK SO IGNORE THE COMMENTS THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE**