"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

Hazel has ambition and drive. Everything in her life is calculated. She has rules and regulations specifically set in place to make her dreams come true. Applying to her dream college on a whim and getting accepted isn't one of them, especially not in her last year of college. The most important one yet. But it's too big of an opportunity to pass up. The only exception, she tells herself. The first and last rule break she will ever allow herself. What she doesn't know is that joining the school is just the beginning of a vast spiral of life-changing rule breaks. Beginning with getting in that damn car... Damien Hunter is rude and annoying to the point where he brings out the worst in kind, sweet Hazel who usually would ignore such insolence. Much to Damien's pleasure - he seems to enjoy getting under the skin of the girl who is so kind and sweet to others but so impolite with him. Between their constant bickering, small but meaningful moments bloom, arising raw powerful emotions that scare the life out of them both, and their inner demons.

I am editing and rewriting this series I will be uploading each book edited separately hopefully soon! Previously known as (The Brunette That Spoke Back) The art of deception was never something Millicent was good at but when circumstances changed to the worst Millicent seemed to have no other choice. Millicent has lived in New York for a long fraction of her life, her life was never as interesting or event full but she didn't mind it however when all of that changes in the blink of an eye Millicent isn't sure what she should do, living in a town she no longer remembered and caught in some trouble she can't escape. -------------- "Admit it did all that cause you find me attractive and you want me" He whispered into my ear. "You want me to call you mine," He said. "I don't mind, you are attractive. All you have to do is admit it." He brought his face close to mine, our lips only inches apart, he moved one of his hands and put it on my waist. Cover credits to @Jessie Phoenix Sky

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.