Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

**Officially published as Clique Bait with HarperTeen!** Payment is usually a part of a basic transaction. You give and then you take. But, at Arlington Preparatory, people take at their leisure. They take their entertainment in the form of humiliation. They get what they want at the expense of their pawns. But they never pay. Chloe Whittaker has a hit list. But not exactly the murder kind. After her best friend is ripped from Arlington, punished for her fascination with climbing the hierarchy, she knows she has to end them. One by one. Revenge is sweet, and inflicting it is even sweeter. Only, what if someone she's determined to destroy, starts to win over her heart? Highest rank: #1 in teen fiction cover by @supernovass

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****

"You don't know the meaning of a pack!" Jadah Love Ryan, daughter of the beta to the SilverMist pack has had enough of being mistreated and disrespected by her own pack. Setting off to find a family and home she meets two girls with more pain than she could relate to but more or less empathize with. What'll happen after a year of training and being taken care of by the deadliest pack in the world? "Surprise" Join Jadah on her thrilling, emotional, and enchanted journey as she finds herself, redefines her definition of love, and figures out what great task the Moon Goddess has bestowed upon her!

Killian King; cold, distant, dominant, and possessive over what's his is top dog at school and known as the bad boy, so what happens when Finnick Green, the nerdy shy and socially awkward boy, trips into his life and creates an uproar that leaves his alpha wolf trembling.

Lars Crawford was a simple teen. He loved his siblings, loved baseball, loved life until a tragic accident ripped his older brother away along with his left arm. Now he lives his life serving after school detention from fights he faught for his best friend, Ethan. While Lars is supposed to be thinking over his life decisions and how violence isn't the answer, there is one beauty that catches his attention. Her curly hair. Her dark brown skin. The way she was left handed instead of right. They way she crossed her ankles . . . It all made him want to know more. He was completely fascinated by the familiar face that he couldn't place

They hooked up a lot. It was nothing else even if she wanted it to be – which she didn’t. It was convenient because he lived with her best friend – and it was good. What more could she want?