When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Don't cry. Don't cry. You're stronger than that. He's not worth it. He's not worth those tears. I took a deep breath and blinked my eyes rapidly as I made my way out of the office. Kyle was over there smiling in victory and when his eyes met mine, he smirked coldly at me. This time I could hold my tears in as they fell from my eyes. As Kyle's eyes followed the trails of tears down my cheek, his smirk slowly dropped. He looked taken aback and his gaze softened. I shivered in anger and disgust at him. I cant believe I just let him see me cry. I speed walked out of the cafe's door. As I started to hail a cab, a hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. "What do you want, Kyle? Haven't you done fucking enough?" I screamed at him. "No, I--" "Are you happy now? Satisfied, yet? Huh?" I shouted at him as I repeatedly jabbed my index finger at his chest. "Kyle, This might be just some game to you but to me it was my only chance of survival." I paused, my voice husky from all the screaming and my tone laced with sadness, "And you just came and blew it away." I say as another tear escapes my eye. "Avery--" He gives me a pained expression and raises his hand to touch my cheek but I slap it away. "Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed and then said "You think that you're so high and mighty, don't you?" I croaked out in a sarcastic tone and the tears repeatedly trailed down my face. "Well someday you'll lose the one thing that you've treasured most and then you'll regret everything you've done." "But by then, it'll be too late because it'll be all gone." I finish and get in the cab as I wipe the tears running down my cheek. ☆☆☆☆☆ Actual summary of the book inside. Enjoy. #4 TeenFiction 20/12/19 #1 in Maturecontent 3/12/18 #21 in arrogant 14/05/19 #4 in billionaire 11/1/20 #80 in romance 29/12/19

Deel 1: Je hebt geen idee hoe moeilijk het is om te leven met meer dan een stem in je kop. Buiten Kira, mijn wolf, zijn er ook anderen 'personen' die in mijn hoofd leven en soms naar buiten komen. Je hebt geen idee wat ik allemaal mee heb gemaakt... Dat wil je ook niet weten. En ik wil niet weten wat ik GA meemaken. Als ik kon kiezen, dan was ik gewoon een normaal meisje, of een gewone weerwolf. Nee, uitgerekend IK moet weer speciaal zijn. Dat wil ik niet. Ik wil geen geheimen hebben voor mijn vrienden, geen geheimen die mijn dood kunnen betekenen. Ik wil NIET DAT zijn, maar ik ben het toch... Deel 2: Hoe kon ik toch denken dat voor mij alles makkelijker zou zijn? Alles is alleen maar ingewikkelder geworden. En het ergste is nog dat ik hem niets kan vertellen. Ik snap haar beter nu, veel beter. Mijn hele wereld is een web van leugens waar ik zelf verstrikt in ben geraakt... Laten we hopen dat niemand iets merkt. Ik ben anders, heel anders. Ik wil niet anders zijn, maar ja. Dat is niet mijn keuze... En ook niet die van de Maangodin... Deel 2s: Ik mag dan wel niet heel speciaal zijn, als de andere twee, maar mijn leven is ook niet bepaald geordend ofzo. Ik heb stil maar een halve ziel. Ik zoek al meer dan zes jaar naar de andere helft, die onvindbaar lijkt. Zo slecht ben ik toch niet? Wat heb verkeerd gedaan? En dan ook nog al mijn werk? Zal ik haar wel vinden? Oma, alstublieft, waar is mijn mate? Deel 1: Begonnen op 2-5-2017 Afgerond op 8-10-2017 Deel 2: Begonnen op 10-10-2017 Afgerond op 4-1-2018 Deel 2s: Begonnen op 16-1-2018 Afgerond op - Hoogste plaats: #2 in weerwolf HOE DAN??😱❤❤ Deel 1 ga ik uitgeven😃😊😏