"Get her"I heard them yell. I ran as fast as I could and made it to my truck. I unlocked it and got inside and then locked the door. I tried to turn on the car on but I was so scared that my hands were shaking. I heard banging and seen them. "Open the door"One of them yelled. I had finally got my key in the ignition but then one of them busted my window making glass go into my arm. I instantly groaned and held onto my now bleeding arm. They opened the door and pulled me out. The one that was holding me, I punched him in the neck making him let go of me. I tried to run but one of them caught so I kicked him in the balls making him let go of me. I tried to run again but stopped when I felt a gun to the back of my head. "Stop"He said and I instantly knew it was the one with the braids. "I want you to get into that car over there"He said gesturing to a Bugatti. "Understand"He said and I didn't say anything. "I said do you understand?"He said and I heard the gun click. "Yea I understand"I mumbled and then walked over to the car getting inside. He got in the driver seat and then drove off. What have I gotten myself into?

"I don't wanna be just a memory And I don't wanna feel your wings break free Because without you I'm lost in the breeze I gotta be strong now, I gotta show you how I'll love you like I've never, ever loved somebody I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted Don't tell me that it's not enough My time is up, you're over us 'Cause I think I might do anything for you If you just let me ... " - Sinead Harnett

Has your mother ever been so worried that her husband is cheating on her that she sends you to go undercover where he works? No? Well, mine did. Just to clear it all up my father works as a teacher for an ALL boys college. ------ Claire Martez had a pretty normal life, she had just recently graduated a few months ago and had great grades. Recommended for some scholarships. But she didn't exactly plan to go to an all boys college after High School. Nope, not at all. She Especially didn't expect to room with the Caiden Anderson. No, this isn't your basic love story. This is a story that involves secrets, fights and heartbreaks. »»Book 3 of The Undercover Saga. You don't have to read the other 2 books, but you do have to read them for the 4th book and there will be spoilers in this book for the others.«« • Lovely cover is made by @heights • Highest rating: #4 in Teen Fiction ( 9/12/15) <-- I stopped checking this so could have been higher for all I know.

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Irony {noun} - a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result. Khloe Matthews had never really considered how ironic her life was until she died. At parties, the head cheerleader would do something BIG to get revenge. If this meant spreading secrets and telling lies then she would do it. How ironic is it that Khloe used parties as a way of ending her peers' social lives and in turn someone used her own end of summer party to end her life? The sad thing is that Khloe didn't even really see it coming, but as she recounts her story, it becomes increasingly obvious that her so called 'friends' did. Now her friends will have to learn that just because the bitch is dead, it doesn't mean she's gone. Who said you had to be alive to get revenge? graphic by @obsessedhumor- [highest ranking = #1 in mystery & thriller {29/12/15}] All Rights Reserved Copyright © longtimegone Steal my work-face my wrath.

Twenty three year old, Zoey Zuko, a boy from Bronx New York. Everyone around the block calls him Zoe for short. Like any teenager his age in the rough streets of NYC, he has his hustles. He's a full time drug dealer. Zoe didn't choose this life; it was something he inherited from his deceased father. Zoey's blunt demeanor distances people away including his family. He has no one and honestly he doesn't care until one day, he meets his match; Zonnique.

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou