Sadie Caster has spent three weeks in despair but she keeps it hidden. As an unofficial member of the Tribe, her gang is her family and they look to her for guidance in this dark time of loss. And if there is one thing Sadie has learned, it's that dancing with the devil teaches you how to spit in the face of death and smile at the sight of hellfire But her charades come to an abrupt end when a stranger from the past - back from the dead nearly five years in the making - tells her something so unbelievable that the very foundations of reality begin to unravel. Now on a wild ride to save what has already been lost, Sadie finds that her new family has been keeping secrets of the life she has embraced so fully. Secrets surrounding an age old war that everyone is desperate to forget and a hellish surveillance from superiors that would sooner commit genocide than show mercy. Enter, the Council of Kings; a group of nine members who control the criminal world with devastating precision and ruthless bloodlust. All gangs obey the Council without question; loyalty is expected, subordination is required. The Council hasn't been seen for decades but tales of their brutal executions still circulate and haunt those who lived through the terror of their reign some twenty years prior when the Council swept across the land like the plague; wiping out every man, woman, and child they deemed unworthy. It wasn't punishment, it was extinction. Although that nightmare is distant, the Council is much more than a mere ghost story. They are indeed very real and they are out for blood - specific blood, of the same man Sadie now races to find before the Council can carry out their plan. Love of mythical proportions meets laws beyond the realm of mortality, and a century old destiny that may prove to be too formidable to dispute. In this epic tale of danger and heartache, fate takes her toll by payment of blood. And everyone knows it takes the death of a king to grant the rise of a queen.

Sadie Caster is a good girl with a bad attitude and the mouth of a sailor to match. Though she pretends life is perfect, her family is falling apart, shredded by death and illness. She has never known the type of dangers that lurk on the other side of town after nightfall but one mistake puts Sadie on the streets after sunset, a time when everyone knows to stay indoors. A time when the Tribe rides. The Tribe, a motorcycle gang of barbarians with a bad reputation nearly a nation wide. From the east coast to the west, the tales of their bloodshed and nightmarish members wreak havoc on those unfortunate enough to cross their path. It's been said that this troop from hell is led by a man none outside the Tribe has ever seen, and his devil of a nephew. Dustin King, a living sin wrapped in leather, marked by scars, and so sexy that you'd sell your soul for a taste. With myths of his power spreading far and wide, pissing him off might land you six feet under. As second-in-command and fresh out of prison, he's in line to take over for his aging uncle but not all want to see Dustin become leader. Some would prefer to see him dead. And Sadie has seen it happen, in her dreams. Dreams that seem to warn her of events ... before they happen, in the most cryptic ways imaginable. Dreams she didn't start having until she met Dustin. Now held prisoner as Dustin's rider, Sadie finds herself learning the ways of The Tribe from the inside. And maybe, just maybe, they aren't as bad as everyone seems to think. With the target on Dustin's back growing day by day and as their feelings for one another blossom, Dustin and Sadie are against the clock to restore order and prevent catastrophe before it's too late. But with peace comes price, and the cost of war might be too steep. What is the price, you ask? The death of a king. **Updates every Friday PG-13: strong language, gory scenes, and whole lot of heartache Highest rankings: #35 in teen fiction, #13 in Danger, #1 in Suffer

[First Book in the Snacks Trilogy] Prank: [noun] a practical joke or mischievous act. -- ❝Hey, can I order an Iced Cinnamon Dolce Latte?❞ ❝What the hell are you talking about? It's bloody 3 a.m.❞ ❝So what you little cinnamon?❞ _______________________ Imagine that it's 3 a.m. and you get a call from someone asking for a Iced Cinnamon Dolce Latte. You'd be furious right? That's exactly what Sera felt when someone prank called her at 3 asking for a Iced Cinnamon Dolce Latte. An odd turn of events happen but does it all end well? If you are reading this story on a platform other than Wattpad, you are at a risk of malware attacks. Highest Ranking : #6 in Short Story Dialogue Story Copyright 2017 by @feelthenirvana