BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) Dear reader, My name is Hara Yokauchi Hiro, Sorry, this is crazy. I just talk into the camera? Okay. I, uh, live in Tokyo, and I'm an anime artist, an intern at Takeshi productions. I grew up Shenzhen, China, then moved to Hong Kong to explore and expand my artistic skills. I didn't move to Japan until I landed my dream job, as I mentioned earlier. I love to create. Anime brings life to my soul, loving every aspect of its culture and traditions. I have always been a dreamer, having this insane desire to lose myself in the magical worlds I create. One day I'd love to produce my very own featured film, hiring the best Asian actors, showcasing masterful martial arts, wowing the audience with my imagination. Oh yeah, I love Martial Arts, having practiced it for half my life. I have studied them all to precision, and it's a must when illustrating fight scenes through my art. I had to understand and know Aikido, Iaido, Judo, and the well-known Karate! (My hands are up in fighting position) I believe every creative person has a sense of sadness in them. I mean, when I manifest such imaginative things and epic scenarios, only to wake up in my small apartment to sounds of people yelling, cars honking, and banging on the walls, it's depressing. Then, I received a letter that seemed stranger than anything I could come up with. And, this man named Pierce asked me if I wanted to star in my own movie, only that this time there are no cameras. There will be no waking up to honking cars and my neighbors dumping rotten fish out her window. I said, where do I sign. -Hara Hiro.

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) Dear Reader? ...nope. I'm not introducing myself. Ridiculous. This is an absolute mistake, and something I will take up with Pierce, and if I have to file a complaint with HR, I will. I have too much to deal with than this prank that was likely set up by the accounting department. Picture a bunch of nerds getting off by doing things that only geeks do, like forge fake FGI letters and deliver them to the staff, barely able to hold in their childish merit. I'm confused about why they're not letting me leave this confessional. So, I'm just going to sit here. I mean, it's not like I'm needed every waking second! When I find out who locked me in here, there will be hell to pay. I will unleash an unholy amount of pain and suffering upon the dork that thought this was funny. I'm not above grabbing one of them by the throat and shoving their head into a toilet. It's not enough that I get my underwear stolen daily?! I don't think anyone paid attention to the sexual harassment conference we all had to attend for a damn week. Another thing, everyone knows I have severe anger issues, and I don't see why it's funny always to antagonize me like this! The door is still locked? Someone's coming. Okay, this is hilarious. Now they are telling me that Pierce will be coming for my briefing? That's my job, I set up the presentations and make sure FGI shapeshifter-agents are certified and ready to go into the field. I have a screening I have to be at! The next mission is happening, I can't be in here, I'm needed. Someone is getting fired, and it's not me. Apparently, they won't let me out until I say my name to the camera. I will say my name, but that does not mean Nerdville on the 5th floor won't go up in flames. Hi, my name is Zoya Romanovna and I'm pissed. Now, get me the hell out of here.

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) Dear Reader, Let me introduce myself. My name is Crystal, but most know me as "Big Red." I am a walking legend of Wall Street. I am the CEO of Red Tail Investments for Women. I stand for women's investment rights in a world dominated by men. In my Gucci power suit, I've graced the cover of Time Magazine three times and starred in my own reality T.V show. I trade Stocks and Options for a living, becoming a self-made millionaire by the time I reached twenty. I am a damn sexy, smart, powerful, self-made bitch that does not take shit from anyone. Just ask my ten administrative assistants. But something went very wrong. On my large birthday bash, a very charming man convinced me to sign the Fairy Godmother Inc. contract. In my drunken, Skinny-Girl-Cosmo haze, I thought this was a brilliant birthday surprise. I was mistaken, and I never make mistakes. Now, I am thrust into a futuristic world where I am a low-class citizen. Even more appalling, we are all competing in a cut-throat, Hunger-Games style competition. Oh yeah and one more thing. My God-like trainer is Legolas times twenty. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I've seen him without a shirt on, and ladies, it's a game-changer. Big Red never loses at anything; a happily-ever-after will be mine to win. Or ill cut his you-know-what off. Big Red. reviews "F*ck I have no words your stories are so amazing it renders me speachless you r so fucking talented its unreal seriously your stories brings out emotions in Me I didn't know i had you r awesome never stop writing it would be a great loss to readers like me thank you" -PerrieClue "I think this may even be better than the first 😧 If that's even possible!! On to the third!!!" -spikeaddicted LOVE THIS BOOK, OFF TO THE 3RD! I HOPE YOU NEVER STOP MAKING THSES BOOKS, THEY ARE AMAZING!" -LoveYouToo200624

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) I'm supposed to introduce myself, I guess. My name is Camila Mastos De Cruz, I rarely give out my real name, so this is a first. I have been experiencing a lot of firsts. Where should I begin? I live a life on the run, never in one spot for too long. It's too risky in my line of work; one mistake could mean a life behind bars. Or, worse, a bullet to the head. I grew up in a life of extreme luxury, my father owning almost everyone in Brazil. Carlos Monteiro Cruz ran the biggest underground drug operation in four decades, feared by many. That was my dad, the one I looked up too. I know now why he taught me everything he knew on about how to stay alive - training me since I could remember. My father was murdered when I was sixteen leaving me abandoned. But, I know what you're thinking, such a tragic story. But at that point, I was already numb and ready to live my life how I wanted, on my terms. I could do this better than my father did. I would never make the same silly mistakes. My father's first mistake was me. It made him vulnerable. I will never be vulnerable. Or, that was the plan until I fell in love with Lucas Fontes. We were partners with like minds, and a hunger for passion-passion for adventure, passion for stealing costly things from wealthy people in high places. But he betrayed me. I am after all, my father's daughter. And now I sit in a pool of my blood, a knife sticking out of my stomach. But It does not end here for me as I thought. Something happens, an extraordinary and charming man comes out of the shadows to kneel before me with an offer of a lifetime. As I bleed to death. Whatever he is offering I have no choice but to agree, because I am dying. Beggars can't be choosers. Camila

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) Dear Reader, My name is Charlie Wilford. This is not an alcohol anonymous class. This is my disaster of a life. Let me start by saying that up until this point, in my twenty-five years of existence, that I had everything a Southern Bell could wish for. I had it all. I met the love of my life, the famous dance instructor Tanner Frasier. The good girl meets the bad boy in a storybook, whirlwind romance. I packed up and moved to New York City to dance on the Broadway stage as their new shining star. Charlie Wilford, the dazzling dancer from the sweet home of Alabama. Now cue the record to stop. Everything came crashing down when I walked in on my love sleeping with my back-up dancers-plural. Due to the protection order against me, I can no longer be around Tanner. I am broke and without a job. Well, until I received an acting/reality T.V gig in the mail. Fairy Godmother Inc., I think it was. The silver lining here is that I will never date another bad boy again. I don't care how hot, or suave he seems, the answer is NO. Good girls don't mesh with bad boys, it just ends in restraining orders. Charlie Wilford, Charlie Wilford Actor/Singer/Dancer

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) "All you must do is sign on the dotted line and all your romantic dreams will come true," the Fairy Godmother says with a twinkle in her eye. This is what happens when you do not read the fine print in a very detailed contract, you miss all the things that are immediate deal breakers. Viola Vonsula, a proud resident of New Orleans, lives on the top floor of an old Victorian mansion on a very normal street. But normal is no longer a word she can use to describe her life since signing the official contract of Fairy Godmother Inc. They forgot to tell her that she would be competing against other women in a very dangerous game. A game where she would be thrust into an alien world for the mere hope of catching the dashing Prince's heart. And let me say this, this prince is one hot alpha-male that has a serious attitude problem. We do not get along save for the fact that he can turn my insides to mush with one look. But the silver lining here is that you can have a happily-ever-after if you survive. You can't fall in love if you're dead. It tends to spoil the romance. Just a couple reviews <3 "I just finished reading the book and I'm telling you YOU WILL NOT REGRET READING IT! ITS ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS IVE EVERR READ AND THAT IS SAYING A LOT!" -LoveYouToo200624 "I love you so much much for creating such a masterpiece. It's absolutely awesome. It deserves to be published. Can I advertise it on my board?💞💞💞💕🔥💕💜💙💛🧡💝💝♥️💖❣️❣️" -Bop-Jae "OMGGGGG IM CRYING THIS BOOK IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES" -thisbitchisahoe "Okay so this is my 3 favorite book of all time in my whole short time of existence" -EscurasRain "I loved this story. I cannot wait until the next story gets posted ❤️❤️❤️" -whatsmyusername17

Adaline Wolk is very easy to get along with. She's kind, funny, goofy... maybe a little awkward here and there. She's got a heart bigger than her body. Once she warms up to someone, she'll talk like they're buddies. But since she's been teased by her fellow classmates, she's very selective about who she actually befriends. Adaline will be kind to anybody, no matter who they are or what they do. Even if they're in the form of the six-foot tall jerk named Nemo Kademan. Nemo Kademan is known to be a bit... rude. Still, everyone likes and adores him. And only he knows the real reason as to why he acts the way he does, and says the things he says. His friends aren't the best influence either. Nemo has been stuck in this negative mindset for so long that he's losing himself. Until he meets Adaline and finds out she isn't all that bad, and ultimately... finds himself.

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)

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. Just when Aurora is finally taking control of her own life, everything seems to be falling into chaos. She leaves behind all that she's ever known to take a chance at life in an entirely new place. But America is nothing like England, and its inhabitants even more so. Trusting her brother to help her adapt, Aurora accepts his offer to stay with him and some of his teammates. Seven of them to be exact. She quickly comes to realize that her comfort-zone doesn't exist here, and everything is big, scary, and intimidating. Just like her brother's best friend. Maddox is Aurora's polar opposite, which explains the magnetic pull that he seems to feel for her. He knows that he's bad for her, that the bad in his life will only taint her purity, like a drop of ink in water. Maddox doesn't know what to think about the new girl, but he does know that he thinks about her way too much. He knows that he can't sit by while she struggles, and life in Greenville is sink or swim. Aurora's been thrown into the deep-end without a life preserver and the only thing keeping her from drowning is a tattooed hand reaching out to help her.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. Nothing in life has come easily to Chase. He's had to work for everything he's gotten until she comes along and feels like the big break he's been waiting for all his life. Lexi may have stumbled into his arms, but he's going to have to fight like hell to keep her there; to earn himself a spot in her life, in her heart. But Chase knows that she's worth it, and he's no stranger to hard work. Lexi wants to be free, and Greenville is the key to the platinum shackles keeping her from escaping the dollhouse of a home she grew up in. Everything about her new home breathes color into her dull life, and she's not going to give it up for anything. She's going to make it on her own, and nobody is going to underestimate her this time. Lexi is built from materials much stronger than porcelain. Her high hopes may finally be within reach, and she doesn't plan on letting anything or anyone distract her from her future, at least not for more than one night. Apparently, Chase didn't get the memo.