Life is full of regular teens going about their pretty dull, normal lives. Except Imogen is not one of them. Recently diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, her hallucinations are so vivid that she's armed herself with a take-no-shit attitude and her Polaroid camera-or any device that can snap reality back into place. She's a girl on a mission to stay sane enough to make it into college. But that plan backfires the second she meets him. Chase-a fiercely alluring and mysterious boy-standing in front of her at the rooftop of her high school on Prom night seems too good to be true. They talk. She hates it. Why? Because now she desperately wants their connection to be real. Hiding her illness to be the normal girl he thinks she is will be the beginning of everything. Before she knows it, they are wandering searching for what makes them feel alive, while she battles her demons for a love so strong to hush them for good. ✶✶✶ Witty, thought-provoking, and ultimately moving, this story will have you reading chapter after chapter trying to figure out what is real and what is not. Who said we can't fall in love with what we can't prove we made up? ✶✶✶ ⚠️WARNING: You should only be reading this on Wattpad. Anywhere else is sheer plagiarism⚠️

Isabelle Bleiken was only there for a job, and it was just another day when suddenly a group of men kidnapped her. She doesn't know what she was gonna do until she woke up in an unfamiliar surroundings so when the blindfolds were removed and she opened her eyes. It was a nightmare, she was in an... Auction??? Different random men were bidding on her...thousands turns into millions. She didn't know what to do when suddenly one guy...one guy bought her for 50 million dollars. And that guy is the only Rafael Knight. The cold and cunning billionaire who doesn't know how to be kind to someone. Even just hearing his name makes her nervous. But he didn't only bought her for her to be his slave. He needs something from her...more than a slave could ever give. Rafael needs her help and Isabelle's timing is perfect. She needs his help as well. Then she has no choice but to accept it. What does he wants to do? ˝I bought you to be my wife." He needs a wife to prove to his Father and his whole family that he deserves his family's company more than his older brother deserves it. But that was not the only reason why he needs a wife. Belle has one problem... How can you turn down a hot billionaire like him? *Married to the Bidder is finally complete*

Nicolas Witmore is the hot beast and hot topic for Los Angeles paparazzi. He is the C. E. O and a billionaire. He is a playboy with an arrogant attitude. He is known as the most cold hearted person a person could ever meet. But why did he become like that? It is the reason only he knows. But once he finds the person he has been searching for, the person who is the reason of his life, Pauline June, he has no intentions of letting her go. He won't repeat the same mistake twice. The once Bad boy is now a Beast and his once innocent baby girl is now a sexy Wild Cat. It is known that Beasts are possessive and controlling and they extremely love to chase and tame their Wild Cats. Cover designed by Sweetblast.

"Its a deal then". "Okay", he replied and before I had the chance to kick him out of my couch, outside my door away from me he placed his lips on mine. At first I was shocked, frozen in my spot and a bit irritated as I was wedged in an awkward sitting position. But soon my body began to respond, our lips moving in perfect sync, electricity skating down my spine. Slowly he let go with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I thought we are only kissing in front of them", I said breathlessly trying to sound annoyed while clearly his stupid lips had just made me see stars. "I was just practicing. And also sealing the deal with a kiss", he smirked. "Yeah right", I quipped . "Oh come on princess, you didn't even stop me. Just admit it- that you are addicted to my kisses". At that moment it hit me, that I had sold my soul to the devil and there was no giving back. Because this particular devil smirking at me didn't do refunds. ................................ Emerson Justice is your average girl with straight As and an acute love for pizza. Leo Arsen is the Italian hottie who just moved to her school and is not to mention the school's new bad boy. He also happens to work at Emerson's favorite pizza place. But there is more to Emma the pizza girl then what meets the eye. Emma has a secret. A secret that has made the school's queen bee her arch enemy. A secret that made her kiss Leo Arsen. Now he is at her doorstep demanding for more. They make a deal. But, what are Leo's true intentions a few innocent kisses or something more? #1 in humor #1 in romance And most importantly #1 in Pizza Cover by: @resistance_ Trailer by: @marquietta

"It never seems to fail, the rich ones' panties are always soaked at the sight of a little ink and muscle." *** THIRD BOOK IN THE CARMICHAEL SERIES - MUST READ EITHER KNOX'S GIRL OR LEAGUE OF HER OWN (or both) TO UNDERSTAND!! "Have you learned your lesson about talking back yet, baby? Or do you need to find out why they really call me Scar?" Evangeline Carmichael has lived as sheltered of a life as one can. With two insanely overprotective brothers and an even worse father, it's no wonder she snuck around behind their backs to have a little fun. But after walking in on who she thought was her prince charming cheating on her, she's decided she's done staying inside her perfect little box - no, she wants to shatter it. Who better to do it with than a particular sinfully dangerous man? **I'm awful at summaries, so please don't judge the book off of this!** COPYRIGHT authorrunknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **WARNING: GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND IMAGES - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.** Cover by Loutka REACHED 1 MILLION ON 10/21/17

Puck You is now available in paperback and e-book! Grace wants to prove herself by making the men's hockey team at her new school. Will a rivalry with the captain - or an attraction between them - get in the way? ***** When Grace Gillman moves to California, she's determined to play hockey -- even if that means making a place for herself on her new school's only team. But Sebastian Evans doesn't want a girl on the men's team, even if she's a great player. He's convinced she'll distract the other boys and cost them their shot at the championship - and with it, his only chance at a scholarship to his dream college. But despite his icy attitude towards her, he can't help but feel a connection building between them - which quickly gets complicated when he learns she has eyes for someone else. Will they remain rivals on the rink, or will things heat up between them? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"To get a guy to go away...tell him you're gay." Laina Carter's hair is surprisingly small, considering it's full of secrets. She's a self confessed serial fling-doer, incapable of doing relationships. And that's why when Griffin Davis walks into her life, charming, mischievous and a massive pain in the ass, demanding to date her, she does what any sane girl in her shoes would do to get him to walk away: She tells him she's gay. Obviously when you're not, it's a damn hard pretense to keep up, especially when Laina finds herself doing the impossible and actually falling for the guy who's slowly uncovering the past she's tried so hard to bury.

{CURRENTLY REWRITING} BRODY MILLER... I was a hockey star. There was no modest way to put it. I was the best of the best. I was the captain of the best Division I team in the country. It didn't help that I was smart and hot. I was that guy that made all the rest self-conscious. I had my fair share of puck bunnies, all running at my every beck and call. I thought I had it all, until I realized I didn't have everything. I didn't have my perfect girl. I didn't have Hailey Allen and I wasn't going to stop until she was mine. HAILEY ALLEN... Athletes were not my type. They were rude and cocky and oh-so-gorgeous. My issue was that they were painfully aware of that last fact. They though they were God's gift to Earth. I liked my men modest and humble. Smart and caring. Kind and responsible. I definitely was never going to fall in love with the ice hockey star, even if he did have the most incredible green eyes. Even if he was as smart as I could only wish to be. Even if he was Brody Miller and just so easy to fall in love with. {Viewer discretion advised - strong language and sexual references} #258 in teenfiction #1 in Sport

(ON HOLD) RYKER YOUNG... I was a father at twenty-four. I was a single dad to a rowdy three-year-old boy and a professional ice hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks. Since my girlfriend died three years ago, I haven't exactly had time - or the mental strength - to return to the dating scene. Other girls weren't exactly at the top of my list of priorities. Until my high school sweetheart appeared on my doorstep as my son's babysitter. In all of Chicago, it was Kasey Williams who was in my house and all I knew was that I wasn't going to let her go a second time. KASEY WILLIAMS... The only reason I agreed to the babysitting gig was because I needed the money. I was a broke PhD student living in the city. I knew I should have asked more questions. I should have found out whose house I was about to spend hours in. Whose child it was that I had to look after. Even if I had a thousand guesses, it never would have occurred to me that it could be Ryker Young's house and son. Not in a million years. I also never thought I would ever forgive him or that I could fall back in love with him but now I know that anything is possible.

Small town. Marry your high school sweetheart. Settle down. Find a job or stay at the one you have. Same old same old. That is until a group of bikers ride into town. I was the quiet type. Never to get into trouble. My parents knew everyone in town. Who didn't? It's like the real life Mayberry. Nothing is kept a secret here either. The first time secrets were officially being kept was when a group of maybe fifty to one hundred bikers came into our small town. All of our lives were turned upside down.