"Esta noche es una noche hermosa." A muffled voice said. Taking out one of my earbuds, I look up to see a very tall figure. "Excuse me?" "Tonight is a beautiful night." The voice said again with a thick Spanish accent. I was taken aback by the deep tone of his voice. "Yep, it sure is." I replied. All of a sudden I felt the cold barrel of a gun being pressed against my back. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I think I already know your answer." The Spanish voice said stepping closer into the light of the streetlight. "All I wanted to do was go home and binge watch Teen Wolf." ~ Meet Victoria Grace, an ordinary teenager who loves to get into trouble and a good laugh. She has money, yes, but she isn't rich. But she does have things that make her look rich. And one day as she walks home from the grocery store she gets kidnapped and taken to some mafia gang. Who knows why, and she thinks it has something to do with her dad, or maybe how she witnesses a murder just days ago in a alley way... •(Originally named Bad Boy's Princess)•

Book 1 in the 'Paraverse' series. "I wish to become beautiful, inside and outside." For eighteen-year-old Faye Martin, becoming beautiful was the only wish she ever had. And surprisingly, one summer night, it comes true. And then along with it, she's granted a lot more than she asked for. Introduced into a new world with creatures she didn't even know existed, Faye now finds herself stuck in between supernatural creatures and on a mission to avoid a very persistent, sarcastic and hot as hell, demon. Because once you wish upon a demon, there's no going back. Or in this case, the demon just sticks onto you until you want to throw yourself off a cliff.

"You wanted more, more, more! You're nothing but a gold-digger!" He shouted, and I gasped. Rafael Luciano, the love of my life; a sweet, handsome, amazing guy who's got me wrapped around his fingers, has pushed me out of his life. Life has been great and we are well on our way to having our first child. But one accursed day, he slams me with divorce papers and accuses me of being a gold-digger. Confused and heartbroken, I sign and leave. With a snap of a finger, everything is gone: my love, my life, and the father of my unborn child. How am I to get through all this? Will I be able to provide my daughter the life she deserves? Most importantly, what happened that day that made my sweet Rafael into a heartless monster? Life is full of betrayals and heartbreaks and this is my story. For all the sappy romantic folks out there, come and join me as I relive my bittersweet experience with love. Cause giving your heart is giving the power to hurt you back. Book is PUBLISHED! Thankyou to all who have read you made this happen❤️ Available on amazon, link in my bio x

Camilla Adelina Gonzalez is a 17 year old badass. She doesn't care about anything but her mom. She grew up in the dangerous parts of San Juan, Puerto Rico and she knows how to get away with murder. She finds out her mom got a better job offer and has to move to New York City. New house means new school. Will Camilla still be her usual badass self or will she change to the innocent girl she once was? Aiden Salvador is your bad boy. Skips class, doesn't give a shit about anything but his family and best friends. He goes around and fucks any girl that throws themselves at him. What will he do when Camilla comes into his life? Will he just let her take the badass place? Will he possibly fall in love with her? Read to find out what happens between the 2. Danger, love, broken hearts and death will be thrown into their lives.

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Zachary Hellman is the school's bad boy. He doesn't give a shit to anyone. And people are scared of him. He parties hard like there's no tomorrow. He uses girls like tissue paper but then again who can blame them because this guy is hot as a m*****f*****. With black hair and dark eyes like onyx, NO GIRL can resist him. Naomi Thaler is a quiet girl and hates attention. All she wants is to graduate high school without causing a ruckus. But what if she catches the bad boy's attention? Can she resist him or end up like those other girls? Will sparks fly? ***Reconstructing each chapter to make it better and longer***

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

Updates every Friday :) "What is your name?" I asked her while she stands there like an idiot who didn't know how to speak. "Ugh...It's Kendra. Kendra Peterson." I raised my eyebrows at her in question, "And do you care to explain why you just stole from me?" She stares at me speechless, not saying a word. Her face held a blank expression. I really don't have time for this shit with this mute women who doesn't know how to speak but had the nerve to steal from me. "No" she simply answered after a while of silence. "No?" I questioned and scanned my eyes over the women standing in front of me. She deffiently didn't look wealthy at all with her ripped pair of jeans and plain white shirt. Her apron is still tied around her waist. "Yeah, I don't care to explain why I did it. You can call the police or do whatever but I dont care to explain why to you what so ever." She stated with certainty. "Do you know who I am?" I asked her getting a little pissed with her attitude when she was the one who stole from me. "No clue but I can tell you're rich as hell and a cocky bastard if you wanted my whole opinion." Extanded Summary inside......Enjoy!

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.