Saga Damon #1 Él es mi boxeador Saga Damon #2 Completamente mio °Segundo libro de Él es mi boxeador° Yo. Triste. Aterrada. Apenada. Insegura. Con miedo. Preocupada. Esperanzada. Todo eso es lo que siento desde que estoy aquí, en mi casa. En la casa donde todo pasó. Todas las emociones que antes quedaron muy escondidas...
*WARNING: Written in 2008, some content may be offensive* Stasee is your typical shy, quiet teenage girl until the night her brother's best friend Damen Hurtz decides to finally acknowledge her existence. In a desperate attempt to gain his acceptance she allows him to take the one thing every girl values most...her...
[COMPLETED& SLOWLY BEING EDITED] Slowly, very slowly, she's mending a broken heart that she hates with a passion but doesn't let anyone see that side of her and a past that she can't escape. Not only that, returning back home where her misery began, everything seems impossible to run away. Especially when secrets...
Sophia will do anything to escape an arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Enrique Monteiro, but he has more control than she knows. ***** Enrique Monteiro, a powerful Brazilian billionaire, has gotten everything he wanted in life. He has l...
Prequel to 'Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars' ~*~ Life could never get easier for Rhea Daniels. Starting senior year with her best friends and throwing girls' hearts over her shoulder, Rhea never thought this year would be her breaking point. Rhea wasn't the type to be tied down, she was mainly those player types that had...
[COMPLETED & BEING EDITED] "You're willing to risk your life for me? For us? Is that what you want?" She glared, grasping my shoulders gently and pushing me against the wall of the dark alley. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes swirling around me as I gazed into those violet eyes that make my knees go weak. I...
What if the only thing that plagued your mind was the one who stole your first kiss? What if that mysterious girl who you shared your problems with has a dark past and secrets than you ever thought? Mabel Sanders was never the outgoing type. She kept her nose deep into her books and mesmerized the walls of her room pe...
She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow...