Science proved that opposite powers attract but their case was different. They were as different as day and night but because of a stupid tradition they were forced upon each other. He wasn't her prince charming and she was not his sexy model. He sworn not to call her his and she loathed to be named Mrs. King. Yet, their families had different opinion: his mom loved her as a daughter since the moment she knew her and her parents were impressed by his façade. But she knew the truth about her unwanted husband; yes, he is a hot successful rich man and that she can admit. Yes, he has the body and features of Greek god; a well-built strong body, deep green eyes and deep brown hair. His jaw line was sharp and the smirk that decorated his face was dangerously sexy. But he was an arrogant snobbish manwhore...He treated girls like objects but they stupidly fell for him. His mom believed that Ella was perfect for him but he knew that that fat, stubborn, hot headed, extremely independent girl can bring him nothing but trouble. She already stole his last name ...but he promised that he will make her life a living hell.

1750 BC, Ancient Sumeria: When her home city is conquered by a notoriously cruel prince, Eliana's world is torn apart. Things go from bad to worse when he chooses her beloved sister for his concubine. ** This story was written around five years ago and subsequently had some parts unpublished while I put it out into the world on Amazon. It's been around for a while now so I decided it was time to republish the whole thing on here. Enjoy!

"More dolls to make, more souls to take"

I'm warning YOU, the person reading this, that there is a shop, which likes to keep its customers. This shop can seek you out. So if you see this shop one day when you are discontent with what you have, walk PAST the heavy glass door. Because if you stop and open it you may never come out again.

The dolls house. A horrifying short tale.

"He said he is scared of commitment, but he has tattoos all over his skin." The day Hazel Stevens moves from Maine to a small beach town in Florida called Walden, she encounters a boy, who's oh-so rude yet oh-so attractive. The only thing that connects the two is their love for dance and their dream of getting into Juilliard. The two spend the summer together dancing, getting to know each other and opening up to the other person. When mysteries are unraveled, feelings start developing. And after one simple tragedy, everything changes. [ wattpad featured book ] Copyright © 2016 by Charlie Jones All rights reserved.

More teen fiction reviews made by a girl behind a laptop ;)

- I was furious. How could he do that? Who died and gave him the right to do that? Who allowed him to just walk in here like the asshole he was? "You're a piece of shit. You know that, right?" I say, the tip of my tongue touching the roof of my mouth in a bitter smirk. "Oh darling, I may be a piece of shit but you sure are a piece of ass," He says, to which he then puts his fist to his mouth. His fast growing dick-wad posse does the most annoying 'daaammnn', which makes the situation so much more frustrating and disrespectful than it already is. I'm shaking with rage. My vision completely blinded with a scarlet red. So, I do the one thing I can think of. I dump my entire fucking smoothie over his head. -

So this is the DREAM of every 14 to 15 year old teen who has just FINISHED PRIMARY LIFE---TO ATTEND HIGH SCHOOL. but do they know what's in store for them...

Etin never wanted to leave her home town as she felt like she was leaving a part of her behind. she had no choice as they where finally moving to their own house. She thought about her childhood friends, classmates, the games they played and the fun times they had. she was really going to miss them; especially her crush Destiny. " I may never see them again " she thought sadly. moving to a new area meant starting a new school. she was quite social but only when she felt like it. What kind of people was she going to meet in her new area and how was she going to cope in her new school? well, only one way to find out ☺