At the age of eighteen, everyone's blood changes colour. Whether it becomes blue, green or otherwise, the colour is either hereditary or a random, biological selection. However, when Pearl Damocles discovers that her blood is colourless - in a society where people are segregated by blood colour -, she travels to an institute for people like her with a handsome yet mysterious man named, Malik Ahmed. After months of training and planning - with a team of quirky, newfound friends and trained militants by her side - she decides begins to hatch a plan. One to bring everyone together, and abolish the inequality of the blood colours.

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." In which Ariel Agresti returns from boarding school and finds out that her ex-boyfriend of a player is her brand new neighbour (and that she has better abs than he does).

Chase chuckled and nudged my shoulder with his fist. "Good one, Tanner." I could only imagine how horrified my facial expression was and even then it wasn't nearly as horrible as how I felt. Why did you just do that? Why did you tell him you like him? Obviously he doesn't like you! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He blinked as he stared at me in disbelief. "Shit" he said under his breath. "Um... You're cool and all Brooke, but you're not really my type." Now this is where you say 'that's okay' and walk away before you embarrass yourself even more. But I seem to have this magical power that keeps the embarrassment flame alive against all odds. I turned to walk away so I could just erase everything I said like it never happened when I tripped over my soccer bag. The ground seemed so comforting as the tears streamed down my face. "Woah man, you alright?" Chase looked down at me sympathetically. "You know I'm a girl right?!" I yelled at him as I slowly got up, ignoring his hand, and sprinted to the locker room. Brooke Tanner, formerly known as "the girl on the guys soccer team." Growing up with only brothers, she's never had the chance to do girl things. She used to despise everything they were about; the nails, the makeup, the dresses, purses, and shoes. It never made sense to her. But what happens when the boy she likes can't see her as anything other than one of the guys? She decides to put away the soccer cleats and pull out the heals. It's time to become every guy's dream girl. And this time, what you *don't* see... is what you get. Warning: This story contains explicit language and adult situations.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

"Your problem is that your heart is too big, it leaves you vulnerable and makes you weak." He spoke in such certainty that it brought tears to my eyes, because it was the truth. I was vulnerable and delicate, I was weak and let my guard down too much. "You put your heart on your sleeve. You are oblivious to evil and peoples capabilities because you cannot imagine a person like that, you are blinded by your good nature." "What about yours?" I asked hesitantly, trying to keep the shake out of my voice. He looked at me with confusion for a second so I continued, "What about your heart?" I questioned. He looked at me with his dark eyes, his stare like stone. "I haven't got one." ******* Angela and Adriano are like fire and ice, they are complete opposites. But what happens when Angela gets thrown into Adriano's dangerous lifestyle? Can Adriano protect her from the evils he faces every day? Or does it become too much for the innocent Angela to cope with? *Warning: There maybe be strong language in some of the chapters.* #26 in Romance 10/04 #4 in Romance 19/06 #2 in Romance 28/07 #1 in Romance 03/09

*Sequel to More Issues Than Vogue* Three years after Haley Monroe interned at Forward magazine, she's now one of the associate writers for the New Yorker. Haley is at the top of her game and has landed on the list of New York's "Writers on the Rise". With her self-motivation going strong and career taking flight, Haley Monroe is unstoppable. Haley's surprised when she receives an invitation to a month long writer's retreat in Aruba, where writers, journalists, and editors from magazines all around the world come together to enhance their personal growth, improve their writing skills, and unwind with some much needed R&R. One month all expenses paid trip? Check. Reunion with her Forward interns? Check. Stress-free from work? Check. Tanned, toned, and tamed island men? Check. The biggest shock comes when she learns which magazine will be hosting the retreat this year: Forward. If there's one problem Haley wasn't expecting to run into during this trip, it's Nate Chester. #DAMNITNATECHESTER Copyright © 2016 BellaLunaa All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author.

[COMPLETE ✓] Rumour has it that a new guy is joining our class this year. All the girls are going crazy, imagining all the case scenarios from cliché YA books: mysterious, rebel, bad boy, werewolf, fallen angel, even vampire! The worst part, I don't even think they have read the books; they only watched the films. However, it doesn't make much difference to me, it's not like he is going to see me. No one sees me. Oh but don't worry, I got used to this and I learnt to enjoy it. Believe me, being unseen has its perks. I'll show you. ⋙⋘ Illustrator: Sarah Bochaton

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED!! -If you wish to still read it, then feel free to do so. It is not the best, it has many things that need to be worked on, but I am no longer interested in it to fix them... Sorry --. "Whether you like it or not, Mr. Big Shot, this unborn child is yours!" I glare at him as my annoyance and anger intensifies. He stares at me for what seems like hours until he finally laughs, "Liar." °°°°°°°°°°°°°° One dance, one night together is all it took to change Marie's life. Follow Marie as she goes through the journey of being pregnant with 'The Italian Billionaire's Baby'. (WARNING: There will be mature content in a couple of chapters/ Unedited)

"Watch where you’re going nerd!" Someone said knocking me down, while sending my books flying. I let out a sigh as I crouched down, collecting my books from the floor. Once I got up I saw the person who called me nerd a few seconds ago was standing in front of me wearing a smug expression. "What's wrong nerd? Cat got your tongue?" I looked around the hallway, noticing that we’ve drawn a crowd. "What are you mute?" I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away, only to be pulled back and slammed against the lockers. I heard a few gasps coming from our audience. He seemed like a jerk, and judging by what he had just done, I was right. However, he was extremely good looking I had to give him that, with dark brown hair seemed sticking out in all directions and dark brown eyes. "Listen nerd, I don't know who you think you are but no one walks away from me when I talk to them. Got it?" He hissed at me. I let out a chuckle. This guy was unbelievable. "You don't own me, so I suggest you let go of me before I do something that you will regret." I said in a bored tone. His brown eyes narrowed at me, as he let out what seems to be a forced out laugh. "Oh, so the nerd does talk." I heard a few people snickering as he let go of my arm. "I am going to let you go, nerd. But, trust me this isn't over." He whispered into my ear. * Alice "Ali" Montclair has a secret she's the daughter of the man who runs the country- The President. When her father dropped the news that he was going to run for president seven years ago. Alice was happy for her dad up until her whole life gets turned upside down. Fast forward seven years, Alice finally gets the chance to go to back to school and it wasn't any regular school it was high school. When she angers the schools bad boy, her life gets even more complicated. She starts to struggle with school, friends and above all being The President's Daughter. Cover Credits: @heysaleena Trailer Credits: @itsjustmejessica14