When Alana White was 16 her parents died. When she was trying to blend in she always had something that made her stand out. Even if it was the food that was spilled on her in the canteen at school or the fact that she was hated by the schools queen bee. But no one, nor even her, ever expected that the thing that would make her stand out the most was Boston Alec.

"You can't kiss me out here." "Who says?" He lift me up and spin me around and I giggle. Some guy walk out of his office and saw us. "Put me down." I said to Stephon. "No." The guy walk pass me and smirk at me. "She's mine and mine alone." He said to the guy that smirked at me. The guy ignore him and continue walking.

(Book #3 of the Best Friend Series) _____________________________ You all remember how Colten and Nikki came to be, how they somehow ended up together when it seemed like all forces of nature were trying to keep them apart. Well, here's a new story for you. Colten asks Nikki to marry him after she finishes her four years of college, what could be better? What the duo didn't expect was for it to be so hard. They've spent most of their adult life together and never had many problems. But with Colten's mom at the hospital going through series of chemotherapy, there's many things to happen. The bills are piling up for the payments of his moms treatment even with the money he gets from football, Nikki is feeling suffocated and depressed as the only mother figure she's ever really had is getting more ill. Follow them through their new adventure...of being married. WARNING: sexual content, language, violence.

(COMPLETED) BOOK TRAILER IN 1ST CHAP.! ~~ He had a beautiful Italian accent that sang into my ears every word he said. I stood up correctly and looked at him as he continued to stare ahead. He was so... perfect. Breathtaking really. He had dark hair with luxury eyes that blew me away. He turned his head and looked into my eyes. I wanted to look away but I also wanted to continue staring, mesmerized. (This story is so short, you could probably finish it in an hour :p ) WARNING: This story contains violence and mature scenes. Read at your own risk. Mercy. Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.

"I was so surprised when I saw her red hair that day. I didn't have anybody with red hair in my family. So I figured she got that feature from him. And I found out years later when he needed me to pick up his mother from the airport. Her hair was red like fire, too beautiful to be fake. Just like my little Emma's."

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

Jordan Roberts was only six years old when she was sent to a juvenile detention center. She was sixteen years old when she got let out. Dealing with some not so friendly blasts from her pasts and a parent who not only doesn't understand her but replaced her with an entire new family is hard enough. Jordan has to start a new school with people who seemingly hate her and a bad boy who she keeps running into.

Allyson has a single mom. That is until she announces she's getting married. Everything happens so fast that she never meets the guy until the wedding held in their backyard. This is when she meets the guy she'll be calling her step dad. After the stressful night of meeting all these new people, Allyson finds herself on the rooftop, slightly drunk. With a bottle in hand, a guy her age joins her. They share the bottle and one thing leads to another. After their kiss that night, they head separate ways. The next morning, the guy is still there. Their parents formally introduce them as their children. They both find themselves in unmarked territory. As much as Allyson wishes she didn't like him, she can't control her feelings. She tries to keep her distance but he doesn't make it easy. Due to her past, she's afraid to get close to anyone. Can her step brother help her move on? {The first 5 chapters are published on Wattpad as a preview. The story is 100% complete & published on another platform (more info in my bio). HOWEVER, I fully publish them on Wattpad at random times throughout the year to give you all a chance to read my stories here. If you follow me & add the story to your library, you will get a notification when I republish them here. Thank you all for your support!} All Rights Reserved. ©2020 by G.M. Garcia This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.