"THE TRADITION!" In Richmond High, there has been a tradition that always happen every year at the month of May. Everyone in their senior year gets an opportunity to be drawn and whoever gets pick will be the luckiest student in school. This 'lucky student' can act like a King or a Queen for the whole month of May doing whatever he or she likes. They get free lunch, no homework, and they can even skip class whenever they want for the entire month. They even get a 'SLAVE' of their own, who will be drawn from the box too. For the past years, a lot of students who got pick took advantage of this but some find it stupid, like Andrea. Andrea Carson is a shy, quiet, nerd, boring type of girl. She always hides behind her books not caring about the world until the tradition happened. Unfortunately, Andrea is pick to be the 'SLAVE' of the one and only bad boy, Ryder Collins, who is the 'lucky student' for this year. What will happen with the both of them? Is it true that opposite attracts or is it just the saying? Did fate and destiny brought them close together? What's going to happen when Andrea starts to see who the real Ryder is? What will happen when danger approaches Andrea and the only reason she gets in danger is because of Ryder? Read and find out about Andrea and Ryder's adventure together.... Well, just wish them good luck. *ATTENTION* Not edited so please don't complain about wrong grammars, spellings or punctuations. Completed on February 25, 2016

Mia has lived a life of abuse from her father and ex. She runs away, leaving her old life behind and creating a new one. What happens when she meets a sexy former navy seal? ------------------- As I sit down, I see Aiden staring at me. "Mia, you look really beautiful. Don't get me wrong, you always look amazing. But you're breathtaking" I take a deep breath. "You know...I'm pretty sure friends don't give each other compliments like this." He smirks, "who said we were going to be just friends."

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.