Meet Sadie. She's the quirky, sarcastic, weirdly depressed, loner nerd of the school. She has no friends unless her favorite book series counts. Her mom and her own a quaint bookstore called Mason's Books. So Sadie's life seems normal, right? And it is. Unless you count the fact that ever since a mysterious and shady event took her dad from her, she's never even smiled. And on a fateful night, not really, it was a Thursday, but on that night, the Prince walks into her small family bookstore. Meet Dallas Johnston. He's the guy everyone swoons over. Best looking, most popular, and to top it off, the mayor's oldest son. He's made fun of Sadie Bookworm Mason ever since middle school and maybe that's why she gave him the nickname the Prince of Edmington High. So when Dallas walks into Sadie's bookstore, and strikes up conversation with her, will it be the beginning of a sarcastic and playful relationship? Or will Dallas's true motives be to selfish for Sadie to handle?

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

"I need your help." He was obviously drunk, and I was obviously confused. "What the fu-" Mason pushed a hand to my mouth. "Shhh," he shushed me loudly, "someone's gonna hear us, Maddy." He could not be serious. ••• A drunken boy sneaking into Morgan Collins' room was all it took for her life to turn around. Now she had to deal with a very moody bad boy and the problems/ drama that rolled with him. Could she handle the drama? Could she possibly save him? Most importantly, who the fuck was Maddy? Now published and available for purchase! How to Save a Bad Boy: A Teen Romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644341476/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AEAP3CYHRGBAKKHXBN2D

She was sweet, innocent and a typical teenager. He was evil, dangerous and a sadist. Psychotic Love. An unhealthy obsession for someone, they're constantly on their mind and they would do anything psychotic and crazy just to keep this person in their life.

''If you leave me, I'll find you in a heartbeat. If you test me, I'll give you a reason why not too. So I would advise you not to go against me, or you'll deeply regret it. If I find out that another man has been in between your legs, I'll kill you and the bastard. I'm the only one that's allowed to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you, do you understand?'' ''Yes'' ''Yes what?'' ''Yes, sir.'' -- ''Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.''

Author of Silently Falling, Fight For Her, and Love, Anonymous ---- *told from the males POV* To be considered a player, you have to create your game. It must be played by your own rules and on your own terms. The most important part; you can't lose. His game was easy to play. Until she came along. -- REVIEWS: "I'm starting to fall in love with this already." -Queenofhellkatherine "I can see this girl is not like any other! Wow!" -LadyLove512 "I always love your books so much!" -margrietsstories "And let the games begin!! Sooo excited to embark on a new adventure with this book!" -santos_sofi "It's so nice to have a change! I was getting bored of those cliche Wattpad girls! ❤️" -olivia_rodgers "Joey is so badass and her confidence is off the charts! She's amazing." -rach_304

*COMPLETED* "You think I'd murder you?" He laughed humorlessly. "I- what?" I stuttered, looking at him with a lost expression. If he didn't want to kill me, what was all of this then? "What's your name, speedy?" He asked after shaking his head. "Why would I-I tell you my name?" I tried to sound brave, but this whole scenario was just freaking me out. "I'll find out, eh?" He gave me a smirk. What? "For what? You can just kill me now. I don't want to live like this anymore." I breathed out. I really don't. His loud and obnoxious laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. What's so funny? "You're funny. But-" He took a step closer and I immediately stepped backwards. "-the stunt you pulled last week-" My back hit the wall and I gasped as he stood only a few inches away from me now. His finger lifted my chin and I gulped. "-was not." His smirk was replaced by a serious expression. His eyes were so dark and captivating, I couldn't look away. "And you know what they say, speedy?" He continued as his eyes flickered towards my mouth. I shook my head and his smirk was back. "Keep your friends close. But-" He clenched his jaw. "Keep your enemies closer."

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