❝He was the scary story parents read to their kids. And she fell in love with a monster.❞ ----- Xanthe Jacox is a sarcastic, fierce and down to earth eighteen-year-old. Did I mention sarcastic? She's that one girl who would probably be the first to get killed in a horror movie just for shouting 'hello?' to absolutely nothing, so God knows what'll happen if she gets kidnapped. Which she does. By Alaska's most wanted outlaw and famous gang leader. Enter Arsen Reed; dangerous, dark and cold-hearted. No one knows why he's like that, or how he's like that. But once he lays eyes on Xanthe, everyone knows she belongs to him. But Arsen hides a lot of secrets, and Xanthe has a fair share of her own, too. Despite the thin line between love, hate, goofy guys and lovesick gangsters, things for Arsen, Xanthe and the rest of the group are not looking up. That's what happens when you turn into a criminal. So walk through this story with me, filled with drama, crazy idiots, murder, many - confusing - plots and, most important of all, reckless love. ----- ❝Pretty little words covered your dark and crooked heart. With a forked tongue, I fell in love, then I fell apart. You are so cold-hearted.❞ ----- Buckle up, kids. This is going to be a nasty ride. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Contains swearing, starts off as cliche, mentions of rape (not related to MC), and it gets disturbing. Read at your own risk. ¡WRITTEN IN 2018, SO CRINGE ALERT¡ Best Rankings in order (hehe): ||#1 TeenFiction|| || #1 Humor || | #2 possessive | | #2 psycholover | | #3 projectgiggle | Copyright © authoriswriting 2018

Alayla Stavros has a good life. Amazing brother and sister-in-law? Check Co-Alcoholic best friend? Check Long-term boyfriend? Check Blooming business? Check Jeep? Check But what happens when her boyfriend turns out to be both physically and mentally abusive, causing her to end things? When she goes out to get over the relationship, and meets the sexiest piece of Russian ass to ever roam the earth, things might get more complicated than she thinks. Strength, resilience, tragedy, love, foul language, hot sex and lots of whiskey will tell her tale. - "You are strong, Alayla. Very feisty and full of fire, a war goddess as your name implies. Now, I have one question for said war goddess" he finished, a determined look in his eyes. "And what would the conqueror of the people want to ask me?" I replied, leaning my elbows on my spread legs, teasing him a bit. He smirked, eyes ablaze. Grabbing my arms lightly, he pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him, his hands holding my face. Moving one hand to my waist, he started placing butterfly kisses on my neck all the way up to my ear. "How would you like to conquer a conqueror?" he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look me in the eye. I'm not sure if it was the way my body was pressed against his, the heat that was basically smoldering, or just the pure lust in his eyes. It could have been either or all of them, but it didn't matter. In a matter of seconds my lips were on his, my arms around his neck. Pulling away, we were both breathing heavily. I grabbed his hand, pulling him behind me after I grabbed my purse. "Follow me, zavoyevatel'. Let me show you what this goddess can do."