They say endings are the best part, for the lucky ones, they are, but for the rest of us, they aren't. Meet Carolina Garcia, an average senior at Plain-View High who just wants to make it through senior year and win her student film festival to get a scholarship out of state. Now meet Axel Wesley, her polar opposite. Plain-View's bad boy new student who's got every girl wrapped around his finger, that is, with the exception of Carolina of course. What happens when this overthinking awkward teenage girl has the most arrogant playboy move right next door? Not to mention they both play on the varsity baseball team at Plain-view. What happens when two unlikely lovers' paths cross at the worst timing when college is creeping around the corner? Is it fate? Or just simply bad timing? One thing is for certain, this will not just be another year at Plain-view. Currently revising!! Please read at your own risk :) HR : #1 in action-packed #5 in young love

When Adalina is forced to marry the heir to Sicily's largest mafia, she's thrown into a tangled web of greed while navigating an electric attraction to her new husband. ***** Adalina Romano is tired of being manipulated by the men in her life. After her greedy uncle drags her halfway across the world to barter her in a deal between him and the heir to Sicily's largest mafia, the Cosa Nostra, she finds herself married to a man who makes her uncle look like a saint. She shouldn't be attracted to Vincent Salvatore, but Adalina cannot avoid his unforgiving stare nor deny the electrical charge she feels whenever they touch. Vincent sees Adalina as an obstacle in his fight for power, but soon has no choice but to keep her safe when they're caught in a war of dominance and greed. As Vincent's walls begin to slip, Adalina discovers a spark of light in his darkness, and once she's had a taste, she only wants more. When their spark turns into a fire, protecting Adalina amid one of the biggest mafia deals of Vincent's life means going against everything he's ever known, consequences be damned. Content Warning: contains violence and mature themes.

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~

Southern boys are supposed to be charming, right? Wrong. Because when Leighton moves onto her family friend's farm for the summer, she finds that their son, Nick, is anything but charming. Instead, he's one of the rudest people she's ever met, and makes it his life's mission to let her know just how much he hates her. But they're stuck there for the summer, and while the farm is bigger than her home in the city, it's not big enough. Forced into being together, his resolve begins to crack, and sparks begin to fly. Through it all, she realizes that maybe, just maybe, his southern charm is there after all.

When Damon Carbone, the rightful heir to the Italian Mafia gets overthrown and betrayed by his own family, he is forced underground. He now lives his life in the shadows as the notorious assassin, Il Mietitore, gaining the skills necessary to take back his throne. He devises a scheme to overthrow his cousin, Don Martino Mendoza, and get the revenge he's been craving for the past five years. But in order to accomplish that, he requires the help of a mysterious Femme Fatale. A Femme Fatale with a hidden past and her own agenda in mind.

"Looking for a roommate, not a friend." okay bitch dont look at me for a fucking description of this shit. writing a books hard enough, but writing a description too? no thanks. just read it. please? or dont read it. whatever. i honestly dont give a fuck. i mean my writing is shit, so red it at your own risk. wait, no. reverse psychology. DONT. READ. IT. okay wait actually, please read it. i know its bad. but this is like my second try at writing a book. okay. i honestly dont know what the fuck. have a nice life. bye.

Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until she just can't seem to get away from the suspected number one NBA draft pick. Asher Fletcher is a junior. He's well known, hot, cocky, and the best basketball player at UNC. He knows exactly what he's doing when he brings girls to his room, one and done. As for the girls that he brings back, well they should know the deal but they never really learn. All while holding back family drama and an NBA draft pick awaiting. Carter and Asher form a weird friendship all while dragging their friend groups with them. So, what happens when one drunk hook up turns into three that turns into something like a relationship but isn't?Will they keep things purely platonic or will it heat up into something more? *You & Basketball Series: BOOK 1*

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019