Rose Amor is the school nerd. She wears big black glasses and keeps her long black hair in a ponytail. She stays out of drama and keeps to herself. She knows that's the only way to hide from her past, so she's happy like that. No risks = no trouble. Ryder Brown is the school's new student, soon to be the schools, bad boy. He wears his pants low, fights anyone who starts anything with him and uses girls like he uses tissues. Running one of the world's most powerful gangs, he doesn't care. So what happens when Rose and him meet? What happens when the nerd gets bold and the bad boy gets possessive? Formerly known as 'My Bad Boy' *not cliche at all **a book for not normal people. ***Like normal people won't like this. I think. Highest rank: #2 teen fiction #1 teen #1 drama #18 romance. #1 nerd #1 badass #1 youngadult #6 humor #32 love

"Grayson, what are you doing?" I asked, slowly, walking into his house. He was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, facing the view of the city lights. Grayson was surrounded by open bottles of beers and alcohol. When he turned around, I did what most people wouldn't do, I looked directly into his eyes. His eyes were like a book, telling a story to ones who dared to look at them. Hurt, confusion, and sadness written all over his drooping, bloodshot eyes. He didn't answer me, making me step closer to him, "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," he whispered with the rare smile I've seen only a few times through the time I've known him. Though this one is different. It was depressing. "No, you're not." He sighed. He didn't say anything back, but we both knew what he was going to say. He knew what he was feeling right now, even though he wasn't sober. He knew. "I wanna fix you." I whispered, shocking myself. His smile vanished, almost immediately. He looked away from me, his eyes back to the city lights, "Me too."He whispered. *•*•*•* Stereotypes shape today's society, especially with Grayson Watts. He's the schools bad boy, making girls go all over him, but I, Bailey Winters, or so I thought. I'm the girl that's usually too busy reading and doing homework than to go out and stalk guys. Somehow, Grayson and I cross paths and something about me made us become close enough to be called, 'friends.' With our new found friendship, I learned that bad boys, too, could be broken. Highest Rank- #27 in Teen Fiction 8/6/17 Made in 2015

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

The sequel to "The Sun and its Darkness" MUST READ FIRST Highest rank: #10 in interracial-romance Previously on "The sun and it's darkness" "Hey. Hey. Listen." I said cupping his face. "If I die. I want you to find happiness. Okay." "Tatianna baby. You're not gonna die. I promise." "Theo. I'm bleeding. We're in a deserted place. Promise me you'll find happiness." I begged. He cried into my hand. "You're not gonna die baby." "Promise me!" I yelled. "I promise baby." He said I felt his tears hit me. "I love you." I said to him. Everything got dark and I tried to fight it. Everything will be okay. No matter what.

Chloe's p.o.v. All I want to do is go to Caines and finish what we started. I walked into the pack house and smelt him in the living room but his scent changed a bit. More Woodsy. I wrapped my arms around his waist from the back but did not expect what happened when he turned around. It wasn't Caine. I took in every detail from the little scar by his eyebrow to the gray eyes looking back at me. His dark brown hair almost black, pink wet lips, strong jaw line, muscles outlining his black t-shirts, and the mysterious grey captivating eyes. This definitely wasn't Caine. "What's going on?"I heard Caine's voice boom as I whirled around trying to get out of his grip but Dom's grip tightened.

**cover by SodaliteSilver** Luciana Morgenstern has been hunted all her life. The High Council told everyone it was because she was a hybrid, but Luciana knows they merely consider her a threat because she has abilities that make her far more powerful than even the Council-so they take away the one thing that allows her to use her gifts, and put her into the Angel Academy. She has lived in the Academy for nine years now, and at the start of her tenth year, a dozen new angels join. One of which, will turn her miserable life upside down as the Council's intricate web of lies starts to unravel . . .

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."