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" Soul, don't ever scare me like that", I stopped dead on my tracks as I saw the scene before me, there was Soul's body, lying, lifeless, on the cold floor, DEAD.

Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Claire is in trouble. More specifically, her family is. Or the lack thereof. Her dad seems to have gotten himself in a pickle after messing with the wrong people. Gambling is never the way to go, kids. And now, they're both at risk. To keep her safe, her father has made a request and he's now asking his old pal's son to keep her safe and secret for him. That's where Leo comes in. To be her savior. Even if that means holding her hostage. Kind of. This isn't a Stockholm syndrome story, just Leo playing savior for her. Again. . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVES WORK OF FICTION don't steal my idea pls <3

The letters had strangely stopped from my long-time American pen pal, until I got another letter to explain the sad reason why. Devastated to learn that Sara had tragically died, I could only mourn her untimely death and her faraway loss. Now, the long-distance letters have slowly began to arrive back through my door, just as they used to before. They are now coming from the brother of Sara...the one who first wrote to me about the truly sad passing of his sister. One word at a time, this man is beginning to intrigue me. One word at a time, he is making me want to read more from him. But Cary Dean lives in New England, and I live by the sea in Dorset. I can't let him intrigue me. I can't want to read more of his words. I'm Rosa Summers - a hopeless romantic who is totally hopeless with all things romantic, and yet, Cary Dean is managing to write his way deep into my heart, and with Christmas just around the corner, I can't let my silly heart run away with itself. Christmas is all about kindness and laughter. It's about sharing goodwill and spreading joy.... it's not about falling for someone I can't ever be with. But the magical spirit of Christmas... well, let's just say it has other ideas! A KISS UNDER THE KISMET TREE Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2018 K B Mallion

Danny Oneal is to discover all that he needs, after losing all that he once had. Abandoned. Lonely. Depressed. Homeless. He is all of those things because of one regrettable and stupid mistake. That one regrettable and stupid mistake, cost him everything. His family. His pride. His status. His home. Now living on the streets of Bristol, he is lost and vulnerable. During a vulnerable moment of her own, Henna Nolan needs Danny. She has never met him before, yet she ends up needing him. And it is in that helping moment, that both Danny's and Henna's lives will change. They say that there is a someone for everyone... could Henna be Danny's and could Danny be Henna's? Someone's Someone, because even love needs a place to stay. SOMEONE'S SOMEONE Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2018 K B Mallion

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The stage used to be a place that felt like home. It's where I thought I would always belong. But that was then. Before my confidence was stripped so publicly away from me. After singing on a chart-topping dance track and appearing in its video, I had stupidly laid myself bare to the cruel and judgemental world. People didn't hear my voice, they only saw my weight. I was big, but my voice was so much bigger. Trolled. Trashed. Ridiculed. I vowed never again to do that to myself. Never, would I stand on a stage. Never, would I sing in public. Years later, I lost some weight...but never really found my confidence. So when Doug DiCarto contacts me about the possibility of working with him, I am floored. He is a big name British DJ and dance music producer. He is admired. He is cool. A genius on the decks. He has a reputation for banging out the coolest of tunes almost as often as he bangs his women. Which is why I think I will have to say no. I just have to, right? Doug DiCarto and his high-profile world, could put me right back to that lonely, cruel and public place that I was four years ago. I can't do that to myself. As flattered as I am, I just don't think I can put myself through that all over again. My singing voice is mine. Never will it be the worlds. Never will it be his. aTRACKion Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2018 K B Mallion

Being the new girl, officially sucks. Being the new Goth girl, wholeheartedly sucks. Being the new Goth girl, with horrific baggage, truly sucks. At my old school, I was thought of as 'cool and quirky'. Here, I'm just the weird new girl - the weird new girl whose parents are divorcing. I get stared at. Whispered about. Socially ostracised. I just know that my entire school life is now going to be an endless bout of loneliness and humiliation. Only, it would seem that Chas Summers doesn't think so. He has just stuffed a piece of paper in the back pocket of my jeans with one of his cocky and welcoming smiles. Now this boy, really is cool and quirky. A bit of a rebel, but he's definitely no rebel without a cause. That cocky smile of his, tells me that this could be the coming together of two quirky kindred spirits. That smile, tells me that I could have found my first friend here. Maybe being the new girl, isn't going to be so bad after all? Maybe being the new girl, will have its advantages? Maybe being me, is actually okay? I'm Mindy Diaz. The new Goth girl. Quirky and proud. The John Hughes Club Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2020 K B Mallion

The only sure thing in revenge is the beginning, the ending is uncertain. The truth can surprise you in ways you could never have imagined. A sequel to His Booty Call.

April Mansten: nineteen years old, blonde, beautiful... and also daughter to Mario Mansten, a renowned bounty hunter, and as badass as they come in the bounty hunting world. Kellan Reed: twenty-three years old, dark, dangerous, and deadly... at least according to some. April's always thought of him as a complete and utter jackass. He's come far in the few years he's been bounty hunting thanks to Mario, the only father figure he's ever really known. The two are polar opposites when it comes to their upbringing. April having grown up in a loving and caring home, until tragedy breaks it apart. And Kellan, who has been through foster home after foster home, the only stability he's ever experienced coming through the Manstens and the kindness they extended towards a troubled teenager. Mario was great to him; first as an adviser while he was in school, and later as a mentor as he eagerly embraced the bounty hunting world. This is their story, one which is filled with deplorable betrayal, unspeakable heartache, and a fragile truce that blossoms into... love?