On October thirty-first, at exactly eight o clock pm, a shrill scream cut itself through the air. The scream tore through the trees like a great shard of glass. It was the kind of scream that made little hairs stand up straight. It was a scream of desperation and wild panic. It was the scream of an incompetent dumbass... The person screaming was me. **** **** **** Meet Ember, a wild thick skinned Korean girl with no filter for her mouth. She's seventeen years old and at the peak of her adolescence. The girl is already filled with raging hormones. Throw in a crazy mom, an impulsive best friend, a hellish school, a secret past and you got yourself a recipe for disaster. Luckily for Ember, the fun doesn't end there. The question is; What will be the catalyst for her insanity? Read more to find out.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!