Easton was Luna's closest friend until a family tragedy tore them apart. Five years later, a mysterious invitation brings them back together - and Luna's life will never be the same. ***** It's been five years since a deadly fire took the lives of Luna's parents and Easton's father-destroying Luna and Easton's friendship in the process. Now, Luna's looking forward to a brighter future. But when she encounters Easton at a party, she discovers that although she's come to terms with her past, Easton's is tearing him apart. As Luna tries to help Easton heal, she soon realizes that her past and her future might be more intertwined than she thought. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

***Not edited***** Find the complete book on Amazon!!! "My heart is in your hands...do with it as you please." Rye Alden counted herself lucky for not inheriting the werewolf genes from her mother. She was content with her ordinary life and her human father. But when tragedy strikes and her father is killed in a car accident, Rye discovers just how deeply her faith has been intertwined with the werewolf world. King Xavier has waited 200 years for his mate, but now that she is finally here, she wants nothing to do with him. How will he ensure her safety and crown her queen?

Gwendolyn was different. There was no doubt about it. She was told constantly by her friends that she had a body to die for. She was sarcastic and was never one to entertain the circus. If she had something to say she would say it. After being cheated on by her ex, exacting revenge on him, and being harrased by the younger one of her bosses, Gwendolyn manages to get a new job with the help of her Best friend working for the fearsome Xavier Wells. He was cold, distant and had a mysterious past. He had always worn dark sunglasses, even when there was no sun. Xavier found himself lost, not knowing what to do, everytime he was with Gwendolyn or if he even thought about her. His dark past taught him that people couldn't love, it was just lust or too much to drink. Until her. Gwendolyn made him feel again. Though he warned her everytime that she must not fall for him. They both fell before realizing it. Now she was his and He would not lose her as well.

Highest Rank #19 in Fantasy. Four guys , hot guys rooming with you and that's not all , they're princes. Supernatural princes. As if that wasn't enough , I might as well have feelings for one if them. But he'd never notice a girl like me. Afterall , he's a demon prince soon to be king and I'm a normal human; aren't I ? Cover by AverySummers.

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

IF YOU WANT A WELL WRITTEN GANG STORY: READ MY OTHER BOOK "RIDE OR DIE" This book is not well written, contains grammar errors, and overall super cliche. I was 13 when I wrote this. My other book is the same premise of this book but much more matured. * * * * Rain Thompson is an average 18 year-old. Well kind of Average. She lives with her dad; who was a lawyer but became a sheriff and 3 older brothers, while her parents are divorced. She's graduating High School. Rain has a perfectly normal life, that she's perfectly happy with. Ryker Anderson is a 20 year-old. He's the Towns Bad Boy. Has a horrible reputation. Doesn't care about anything. He is an all around play, and uses girls and throws them out. Ryker came from a foster home, and is now in one of the Cities biggest Gangs. Ryker and Rain are polar opposites. But what happens one-night when Rain and Ryker cross paths?? Will they develop a friendship? Or something more? Rain came across one thing, and that one thing is: The Bad Boy's Gang. ********************************* ● First Couple of Chapters are written horribly, but my writing skills approve later on ● I wrote this when I was THIRTEEN WARNING: Spelling and Grammar mistakes, do NOT leave comments correcting things Rated: PG-13

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

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

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.