She was a girl ensnared by secrets and scars. He was a boy forged from power and frost. When an enigma collides with an Elite, they must either heal or descend into their own hell to survive. --- Seventeen-year-old Elaine Winters has one goal: to endure the torment of her bullies and ignore the new student who seems utterly out of place in their small town and public school. Alexander White is a boy she needs to stay away from-stunningly handsome, immensely rich, and dangerously cold. He is privileged beyond any normal measure. Catching his attention was a chance mistake. His relentless pursuit of her friendship, an anomaly. And when it turns into something deeper, it becomes the ultimate disaster in the making. But when buried secrets emerge from their caskets, Winter finds herself pulled into his world of city lights, power, mind games, and the elite atmosphere of boarding school. Soon, everything she thought she knew about the boy from her town is turned upside down. He becomes everything her heart dreads-and a danger her mind warns her of. She is his obsession, and he is her curse. Every belief is tested, but none of them is bound to win against the rule of Elites. A world where truth is what they make it. ◾ REVIEWS It is one of the best book I've ever read. Honestly it's worth publishing. -Missi_wei I've read this book a million times but I can never get over it. If you want to stop halfway through it...Then that is a big mistake. This book is the perfect blend of everything. Trust me, if you decide not to read this book then you are making a big mistake. -LushLyrics Wait...lemme process it all. This shit is way too deep. Like GOD AUTHOR YOU are amazing. Where do you even get these ideas? Oh God! -zara_yusuf

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, Cassie," Adrian says, staring at me with so much intensity that I take a step backward, my back hitting his office door. My breath hitches. "I like games," I admit in a whisper. "Because I always win." *** With a degree in Event Management, social butterfly Cassandra Carrington never expected to work at a boring old law firm. After being laid off from her job, Cassie reluctantly takes a position at Pearson & Associates, working as Adrian Cavallero's Personal Assistant. Adrian is charismatic, confident, and always gets what he wants. But when the Managing Partner's PA quits right before a big case, Adrian is forced to share Cassie with Blake Pearson. Blake is private, mysterious, and charming. He's also drop-dead gorgeous. With two demanding type-A personalities running her life, working at a law firm just got a little less boring. They say don't dip your pen into the company ink but those people never had two smoldering hot bosses. Join Cassie on her adventures as she struggles to juggle a Mr Grey and a Mr Darcy, all while trying to get her messy life together. 🖤 A sexy chicklit romance that will leave you laughing and swooning. 🖤Highest Ranking #1 in Love #1 in Women's Fiction #1 in Law Firm #1 in New Adult Romance #1 in Power Struggle #1 in Millionaire #2 in Romance #2 in CEO #2 in Humor #3 in Chick Lit #3 in Funny #3 in Love Triangle #3 in Hot

Meet Kayla Wilson, 'miss perfect' adorned with a five-leaf clover. She gets kicked out of her third job, fails her latest relationship, lost all her savings, and gets hit by a car, all in one day. And the next thing she knows, she fakes a marriage with John E. Brooks--a nerd turned hottie, who overly adored her when they were young. And to make it worse, Dorothy, John's meddlesome grandmother, devises a scheme for the two to be together, i.e., the last thing that they both wanted to happen. It's one mishap after another as little miss perfect finds out what it means to have it all flawlessly.

When Chelsea Anne Lovette was fourteen, her mother died in a tragic car accident. On the day of her mother's burial, a gentleman came. He offered her financial help until she graduates. With no one else to support her, Anna has accepted it. Now nineteen and made it through high school, Anna can't help but wonder who is that gentleman who's been helping her through the years. She heads off to New Waulds, where the return address of the letters is located. Will she finally know the man who helped her? Or will she uncover one dreadful secret?

Every girl has a tiara, her own shining moment, and a beautiful ever after... no matter what. The Kingdom of Triavia is in search for a princess, but being a princess is the last thing on her mind. While everyone else is searching for magical love, Georgiette is busy running an errand to survive. She knows nothing about being a lady, and she's the last person suitable for the position. But when desperate need and fate are calling you, it's hard to shake your head no and walk away. All she needs is a job, and the only option left is a chance to try out the kingdom's tiara.

So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting