#1 Teen Fiction - 25.04.18 {Completed} "No one has ever spoken to me like that." "And why is that? Because you're the 'bad boy'?" "Exactly sweetheart. You'd be best to remember it." Ashley Anderson switched apartments four times before she found one that actually looked like it did on the website - no grubby shower, no busted sink and no 'DIY wardrobe' - the only problem was she wasn't expecting a roommate. Ashley Anderson and Mason Murphy both study at the local university, only thing is they are complete opposites; Ashley is a hard-working, non-drinker, non-smoker who is tidy and never home late, while Mason is the uni bad boy with a bad rep and a girl on either arm. How will they get on? First draft - Excuse any spelling errors or mistakes. [cover by: Imperfect_beautyy]

Aubry Hill is a quiet girl with a scary past and even scarier future. Aiden Clark is a guy who is pissed off at the world because of the tragedies that seem to follow him around everywhere he goes. Both are similar in more ways than they know, and will soon find out just how deep their bond can actually go. What happens when Aubry asks Aiden for help? Will they just so happen to find happiness in each other or will they each be the source of the others demise? *TRIGGER WARNING contains mature content such as but not limited to: rape, drugs, abuse, alcohol, self harm* THIS BOOK IS NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON! LINK ON MY PROFILE! **due to copyright reasons, the ending chapters have been removed and are available in the published version of the book* *current cover by: Asteriakace* All rights reserved Do not copy this work

[Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction] Luna Prescott is a young special agent and Ace Crawford is the President's son. On one eventful day, she gets given the undercover mission to protect the Ace from the 'danger' in Westside High. Will her physical and mental abilities be enough to keep him safe, let alone survive the torture they call high school? *** We carried on walking through the amusement park until he pointed to a game, where you had to shoot down targets to win. "I bet I will beat you in that." He grabbed my hand and lead me to it. Little does he know. "What do I get when I win?" I laughed. "When? Pshhhh, I will get you a new motorcycle." I keep on forgetting how rich he is. "That means I don't need to catch rides with you anymore," I grin, "Game on, loser." He grabbed his water gun and shot at the cardboard targets and got down 15 out of 20 in the time he had. "Your turn, cupcake" Ace handed me the water gun. "Watch and learn, pretty boy." I grabbed the gun and aimed at the targets. After my two minute go, I shot down 20 out of 20. I turned to him with a smug expression and his mouth hung open. *** Luna Prescott is a 17 year old spy who has been working with the Agency for her whole life. Ever since her parents, former spies, had been found 'off the grid' on a mission when she was only 5, the agency took her and her brother in. She has ,since then, been training and going out to missions until her 17th birthday when she finds out what her most important mission of her life is. Ace Crawford, a 17 year old typical bad boy and he is the president's son. This brings him threats from people who hate his father and dangers that he needs help protecting himself from. [Started - 2/4/18] [Finished - 18/ 9/ 19] *** #51 Teen Fiction - 26/4/18 #45 Teen Fiction - 28/4/18 #42 Teen Fiction - 4/5/18 #37 Teen Fiction - 6/5/18 #5 Teen Fiction - 9/5/18 #3 Teen Fiction - 11/5/18 #1 Teen Fiction - 17/12/19 cover credits: @mara_cleia

Death... death was something totally unheard of to him. "Sir, what you are suffering from is called Kaikuyu." Those words alone sent the rigid President's ears inclined towards the strange fellow. This time round his eyes searched motionlessly through his masculine arm as he drew the half fed on apple to his mouth. He saw something that in one way seemed so familiar and yet in another,so strange." But you know what... "Nobody chooses his destiny rather fate tells." Find out what strange thing the president saw on the man's hand, and the phenomenon behind it. Is it part of his fate or is it just a mere thing? The environment is no longer serene for the globally most powerful president. It no longer "smells of morning in the morning." No, there is something else, something totally wrong, something about him beckoning a 6 ft pit. Something about him tilting towards west and sprawling towards the gates of hell. Heaven won't take his soul and neither will hell. Hang on and listen to the tale, the tale your grandmother never told you. A tale of pure deceit. "We need your blood... All of it!" "Please why don't you just..." "No games scum... I don't recall missing my kindergarten classes"." Not especially playing classes, at least not those ones!" ...