Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

2nd instalment of Children of the Hollow Series Jean, one of the 250 people immune to the disease the Hollow. Hidden in the woods of enemy territory, forced from her people, she summons a plan to finally take down Lady. Training to each days end and struggling to gain the trust of her sister and friends, while shaping her rage and heartbreak to vengeance. Jean hones her skills with her bow as thoughts of her mom and Luke who are still trapped in the Bellator Clan's land. But a smirk lays in the shadows of the vines and bushes. Jean may not know who is there, but they know her and they have a preposition which will determine the entire fate of the Immunis. It's about time she takes action, but it involves everything being put on the front line. Relationships are failing and new ones are building, but the question is, which ones will last and which ones will burn brightly before flickering out into an empty darkness? Started: June 15, 2019 Finished: April 15th, 2020 Word Count: ~54 000

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes

~Under Revision~ 1st instalment of Children of the Hollow Series What if the Earth was exploited to a deadly disease which killed everyone except for a underground city of survivors? For Jean, this is her reality. Being trapped underneath the ground without sunlight or fresh air her entire life. Being the fourth surviving generation she waits until the earth is safe to return, that is until her city, Startis City, has been breached with the disease known as the Hollow. With no choice Jean is forced to go up and return to the surface of the earth, leaving her home. In hope to escape the lethal experiments the wealthy scientists wish to conduct on her and the 250 other survivors who happen to be immune. Little does Jean know that the above the ground is just as dangerous as underneath it. Something awaits, in the shadows, watching. Unseen, but felt. Started: November 15, 2018 Ended: May 7, 2019 Word count: ~65 000