After being trapped in a women trafficking society in the guise of a Convent and auctioned to the highest bidder, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a Ruthless god, a mafia boss who is unfeeling and has a lust for blood but never would she have guessed that she would become his kryptonite. ★★★ "Look at me, Sarah." He appealed softly and lifted her chin with a curved finger and she reluctantly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. His head slowly descended and he captured her lips. She couldn't do anything, she just stood there and let him run his hands down her body, especially the sides. His kisses were soft and tender. The taste of liquor was still on his lips and demanding tongue and the smell of tobacco still lingered on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her slim form, bringing her body against his and kissed her deeply but passionately, running both hands up her back to under her neck to lift her full curly hair and feel the smooth texture in his palm. Despite all this, she didn't respond to him. She was rather too stunned to even return his kisses and his demanding caresses. Sensing her reluctance and her non-responsive attitude to his kisses, he stopped kissing her and stepped back.

After surviving a bank robbery, with much thanks to Aquaman, Camille decides to complete her training to join the police force; to help people like he did and to redeem herself from a gruesome death that she was too petrified to stop. After being assigned to Amnesty Bay she finds curiosity in an old lighthouse, and a man that was hiding within; the late Aquaman. Unfortunately, after giving his throne to his brother Orm, Arthur had disappeared from both his life on the surface and the ocean. The appearance of Mera and Kaldur'ahm alerts him to the possible war that his brother plans to inflict upon the surface. Camille, determined to help, steals a submarine from Black Manta and tags along. Can she help them save Atlantis, and maybe even progress the lost city into a modern age of thinking? Or will she crumble under the pressure...

[Highest Ranking: #35 in Teen Fiction] -~- My name is Tamara Morgan, and welcome to Ridgeway High. You see, the school I go to, is very different from others you might of heard of, or been to. My school is run by a gang leader. A very handsome, menacing, one I may add. How is this possible? You may ask? Well, if your dad is in a very high place in government and your mom is one of the best lawyers in California, it could happen, and it did. Jacob Matthews. Feared by everyone, whether your twice his size, or half his age, it wouldn't matter. Everyone knew how much power he and his gang held. Oh? Did I forget to mention that Jacob's gang, was the most dangerous in the country? Well, It is. Jacob and his gang have laid many rules. Some smaller than others. The biggest rule at our school is Rule No. 7. Jacob said, and I quote; "Rule No. 7: No one is to attempt to leave the school. If you still exceed to leave the school boundaries, you will be faced by severe consequences." Everyone is too scared to face the wrath of Jacob, that explains why no one has ever broken that rule. Well, until I did.

Highest Ranking #1 in Short Story... A collection of murder, theft, and other riddles. After reading these, you'll be able to say; it was Prof. Plum in the living room with the lead pipe. Do not try these at home! I have not made these up myself, I have just described it a bit more, and given a few details, yet the answer stays the same. Comment what you think!