Trust wasn't something that came easily to Mae and it wasn't something that she had ever planned on changing. Her heart, enveloped inside a wall of thorns like a single rose, was the only thing she was afraid of losing. Though, when the alluring "bad-boy", Danny Riches from across the hall catches her eye, she finds herself dropping her guard. Her hands burned from the touch of past experiences, her eyes stung from the memories of heartbreak, her stomach turned at the idea of falling in love. A battle of mixed emotions swarming in her mind, causing her to play a game of choosing what Mae wants and what Mae deserves. Whatever happened, she was prepared for the boy with heaven in his eyes, to make her life a living hell. - ☞ This story & the characters involved are entirely fictional and all rights belong to me. Please do not copy or recreate this story in any way, thank you. This story is ideal for young adults (14+), but all ages above and beyond are welcome!! - 29.04.2018 ranks: #12 in slowburn | 22.12.19 #12 in enemiestolovers | 16.06.18 #3 in yafiction | 27.12.19 #35 in friendstolovers | 23.11.18 #2 in neighbors | 22.11.18 #51 in ya | 23.11.18 #195 in teenromance | 23.11.18 #200 in trust | 23.11.18 #356 in youngadult | 23.11.18

An ancient promise catapults Asari from girl next door to Her Royal Highness faster than she can say "Wake up, Kanye!" It's up to her to survive the pressures of royal life or bring the queendom crashing down along with her.

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend." Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python. "If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?" It was a joke, but not really. He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk. She had to give him permission by degrees. In mind-blowing hedonistic excess. Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name. But only hers. Rosaline. Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this. She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned. His gaze touched where his hands couldn't. Control was hers and hers alone. "I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?" Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires. He could deny her nothing. It burned him to admit as much. "....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame. "I want *you.*" [Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]

The story should have ended when the Jack Ford and her friends were exposed as the city vigilantes. The story should have ended when they were at the mercy of the corrupt mayor of Davenport City. Instead, they become a ragtag team, working with unlikely allies, saving the city that had become a prison. A plot that extends beyond the city limits threaten to shake up everything they have known, but how can they expect simple children to stop it all? Pulled in two different directions and tormented by her own mind, Jack is all but powerless to watch her world crumble to dust, unless they manage to get their act together. The story has barely begun. Even with the world at stake, it's going to take a lot more than that to make these seven super-powered teens work together.