-- This book is in the editing phase -- Mia Taylor is a girl who's lost so much as a very young age. Between her abusive father of 8 years and the suffocating voice in her mind that encourages her suicidal thoughts, her grasp on the desire for life is slowly slipping. Zion Kuwonu grew up in a wealthy and loving family. While his life may seem to be perfect on the outside, Zion is struggling with a mental battle as his mind continuously tries to take him back to a place he would much rather forget. When these two meet, Mia finds herself actually liking another person and breaking down her walls unintentionally for someone she barely just met. And this scares her more than anything else. With the mental strain of a teenage girl and the inner demons of a teenage boy comes a chaotic love story filled with pain, redemption, and ultimately love.

Meet Cameron Grant. If he could say everything he was dissatisfied about in his life, he would. If he had the courage to tell his all-time crush Brooklyn Davis that he liked-loved her, he would. If he could curse and swear so much that nobody would ever kiss him, he would. If only he wasn't mute.

Nova can't escape the rich town of Riverside, where a tragedy follows her every step, but she can work to uncover who's been lying to her all these years. ***** When seventeen-year-old Nova Nightingale returns to her late mother's hometown the last thing she expects is to be public enemy number one, but the rumors surrounding her mother's sudden disappearance fifteen years earlier follow Nova everywhere she goes. And to top it all off, the local rich boy, Isaac Royal, is adamant about making her life hell. Surrounded by rumors, lies, and a secret keeping the town on edge, Nova has to figure out why she's hated and why the boy hell-bent on making her suffer seems to be the only person she can trust. Content/Triggering Warning: this story contains themes of suicide and violence [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

"Do you really want me, all of me? I'm not like other werewolves or vampires. I can't mark you, I can't fully shift into wolf form, I have a beast inside of me, Genevieve. Is that what you really want?" *****Best Ranking: #1 Vampire 5/13/2015 **** ((ROUGH DRAFT))

Mia Hastings was never one to follow the rules. Her brother knew it, her best friend knew it. Everyone knew it. She lives for the moment, doing whatever she feels and thinking of the consequences later. Her main goal in life is to live it. Mia’s brother’s best friend Drake O’Connell was never big on rules. The judge who sentences him to 2 years in prison knew it. He is known for being the badboy, partying and womanising. His charm, good looks and obnoxious behaviour made his life pretty easy and his main goal in it was to have fun. He had lost 2 years of his life locked up, so he was determined to make up for lost time. So when these two people are thrown together, both without a care in the world, issues of their own and more secrets than an episode of Pretty Little Liars, you can expect a story full of laughs, tears, arguments and felonies. They might be breaking the law, but both Mia and Drake are about to find out that when it feels wrong, it is ALWAYS more fun. ©makeandoffer

Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

"Kill me now, sweetheart... or I swear, you'll never escape me again." His voice was calm. His eyes? Anything but. Obsession. Pain. Lust. Rosalie Yeung never asked to play savior, but when she rescued a bleeding stranger one night in Taiwan, her quiet life shattered. Now, she's caught between two dangerous men: One wants to protect her. One wants to own her. And both are hiding secrets that could ruin her. She doesn't know who to trust. She doesn't even know herself anymore. Not with the flashbacks. Not with the voices. Not with the part of her heart that's beginning to ache for the one man she should fear most. But here's the problem with mercy, it never comes without a cost. And in a world of mafias, masks, and misplaced memories, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all. Perfect for fans of #DarkRomance, #MafiaLove, and #Yandere male leads who don't play fair.

I hear footsteps close behind me and the door pushes open meaning he followed me in here. "I hate you!" I yell at him and he gets closer as I back up, and I hit the wall. "I hated you first." He shoots back glaring right into my eyes. "You just had to go off and tell your little friends didn't you? You just couldn't resist the urge, then they went off and told Rebecca." "What that we kissed?" He says smirking and then rolling his eyes. "Worst kiss ever." he added "I couldn't agree more." I said glaring into his blue eyes. "I think you think the opposite princess." He says smirking moving a little closer. "Ace your too close." I said putting my hand on his hard chest, and he looked where my hand laid. "Am I?" he asks and I nod nervously and close my eyes. "This thing between us, is done." He says, referring to the little flirty love romance thing that we both knew we had between us. The fact that he said that made my stomach drop. "Over, for sure." I agree, trying to hold back the urge to cry right there. "Your a jerk, a jerk that I can't believe I used, key word used, to have a crush on. You play girls like they're some kinda of toy and nobody deserves that, and you don't deserve me." I look to the side studying the tiled wall, then I look back at his face and he stares into my green eyes as I stare into his blue ones, stunned filled his eyes and maybe, possibly hurt. Before I could even think of what was happening, I feel his lips roughly press against mine and I didn't take any time to kiss him back, our lips moving in sync. I missed this. I missed the time he kissed me in the hallway, the time that I wanted to kiss him more and more but I knew that I couldn't because he had a girlfriend. This time I didn't have any holdback, I kissed him like he had been gone for years and I had just seen him again. It felt great.