In love one day, heartbroken the next. Krystina and Stephen were newly graduated college sweethearts, when the world around them came crumbling down. When Stephen's unfaithfulness is revealed by his father, Krystina's once fairytale like life becomes an inescapable nightmare. Krystina leaves for Chicago and the prestigious job she almost turned down for their relationship. But she doesn't go alone. 5 years later, the man she once thought would be her husband, unexpectedly turns up again. Now, he's putting all the blame on her. __________ "I'll keep your precious secret, but only for a fortnight. Steph has been like a brother to me. I can't lie to him, and keeping something like this from him, would be doing just that." -

Emerson knows high school can be messy, but nothing could prepare her for Oliver Remmer's return. Dangerous, mysterious, and rumored to be a psychopath, he's the kind of boy everyone fears... and everyone watches. Emerson isn't everyone. She sees the layers beneath his intense exterior-the boy shaped by a troubled past, moments of tenderness hidden under bursts of anger, and a vulnerability most people would never notice. Between the gossip, the chaos, and the adrenaline-charged tension, Emerson can't help but be drawn in. Oliver is unpredictable, and being near him is thrilling-and maybe a little bit reckless. Standing her ground almost feels like a dare. But some loves are worth the risk. Some loves are easy. ••• "Write down one word that describes you." Oliver didn't hesitate. Psychopath. Everyone expects me to run. To stay away. To be careful. But I didn't. Because there's something behind the intensity, the walls, the mystery. Something only I get to see. Because sometimes the thrill of the unknown is exactly what your heart has been waiting for. Set in North Carolina, Open is a teen romance about taking risks, discovering who someone really is, and finding that love can feel mysterious, dangerous... and irresistible. C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis

She hated him, she genuinely hated him. He was cute, very attractive, but his attitude and mouth made him almost repulsive. He was an asshole to say the least, and she wanted nothing to do with him, which really said something about his character. She was gentle and sweet-- the whole school loved her, from a distance, but Preston could see past that. He lived next to the school's sweetheart, and the sounds he heard from her home weren't exactly as sweet as her. He wanted to know her. He wanted to know why she was so guarded. He wanted to know why she wouldn't allow anyone to see her for who she really was. And he was determined to see the unseen, no matter how he got there. So what happens when, in the midst of a weather crisis, the two get trapped in a very small room, alone. Will Preston finally get the answers he's always wanted, or will Kayla continue to keep herself hidden?

"HELLO! Welcome my lovely chocolate señoritas to the Warehouse where we make you feel special.We make you feel good.I know we all want to.Am I right?I know everyone is confused so I will run through the basics.You will be staying here for ten weeks.Ten weeks with no contact ,no school ,nada.Sorry for the worries this may cause your folks but it's worth it.Each week is a stage.This week is just for you to get to know your master.You Might as well since you see him everyday from now on.Each day,your master will check in at 4 after your livestream of your classes are finished.Your master will record and you will watch.You do the work,we'll provide the materials and your master will provide homework.Don't worry your teachers will not be suspicious.We got that covered.Wednesday is a check in day where the big boss comes in to see the progress.On Saturdays and Sunday you are free to do as pleased.Breakfast is at 8 am,Lunch at 1pm and dinner at 6pm .Bathrooms are located at the end of each hall.Doors will always be unlocked so go in and out as you please.Not like you can leave.The rest your master can explain." The Warehouse is where they take the victims.Woman of color to be exact.A group of white boys choosing who they want to devour sexually for ten weeks.Girls who are afraid and who are willing.Girls who are trying to get from behind this wall.

"You belong to me" - J "Why'd you do that?" - J "You sing in the shower?" -J Alexis Cadence starts receiving text messages from a blocked number. They always seemed to end with "J". Maybe it was just someone trying to mess with Alexis or so she thought until the situation took a drastic turn. THIS STORY NEEDS EDITING AND WILL BE EDITED I AM SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS I WAS YOUNG WHEN I STARTED THIS BOOK AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! SO DO NOT LEAVE RUDE COMMENTS ON SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN SPELLED INCORRECTLY THANK YOU © 2014 by future_mrsbieberx All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Future_mrsbieberx

"I won't tell anyone. I promise." He chuckles. "I don't care if you tell somebody." I looked into his dark brown eyes in confusion. Jonah tucked a curl behind my ear. I moaned at the small physical contact. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Hes a star of a dangerous underground fighting circuit. Were different and the same. Hes a guy with brusies and I'm a girl with insecurities. Gangs. Drugs. Police. Dangerous. Beautiful. Those were the 5 words that describes Jonah.

"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. "We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more. "Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions. "I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

|"I want you to be my Queen." Justin whispered as he trapped me between the wall and his body. No words could come out of my mouth. The only thing I could do was stare into his pleading hazel eyes. "sweetheart, please.." he said kissing up my neck with his soft lips. "Justin please stop. I c-cant." "please. I need you so much, you don't understand." | June. 26 2020 #1 Justinbieberfanfiction Aug.15 2016 #6 Royalty

He was white. She was black. Now that, that, changes everything. Along with the extra drama that came along with the journey. CAUTION: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED. THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE , MATURE CONTENT, AND RACY SPEECH. THIS IS MY BOOK AND I AM AFRICAN AMERICAN SO I SPEAK ON ALOT OF OUR BLACK ISSUES AND HOW I FEEL ABOUT THEM. DON'T GET SALTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! © Adoptedbyonika 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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