(Complete) A high school student struggling with grief, drugs, depression, and love as she comes of age in this rollercoaster yet hopeful story. *****I started writing this during a sad time In my life so please don't steal my work, it means a lot to me. IF YOU SEE THIS ANYWHERE APART FROM WATTPAD PLEASE REPORT Warning - I've not edited it yet xD #4 sad romance for 2 weeks Most impressive ranks #1 sadromance #1 yanovel #3 mental health #3 depression

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Vladimir Egochenkov, is the most feared Russian gangleader on the world globe. He is only 27 and he owns most of the police department and New York itself. When Rosaline Vezkev comes to one of his restaurant he may only desire her in every possible way. His love for her is dangerous as he is becoming possessive over his propriety!

He's a bad boy She's a good girl While he's out causing trouble, she's locked up safely in her room doing homework He pushes everyone away, she has trouble trusting those that surround her. He's cocky and arrogant, she's shy and insecure. He's Chase Ryder. She's Layla Wood. They have one thing in common, both have dark secrets that tend to follow them wherever they go. With a simple run in with the schools bad boy Layla gets thrown into a world of drugs and violence. Will Chase push her away? Will Layla learn to trust him? Is she like all the other girls, or is she the bad boys weakness? ~please give it a chance and I hope you like it~ MAJOR EDITING NEEDED!!! Bella xx

Arisa Hoffman is new to Jackheights, a private academy for the rich and elite. Her first day there and she's advised to avoid the rooftop. Consumed with curiosity, Arisa breaks the one rule she is given and meets the devil and his right hand man. Arisa soon learns that these boys have built a very notorious reputation for themselves. Everyone's afraid of them. No one dares to question or challenge them--faculty and students alike. When she pursues an investigation to find out why, her safety and heart are both compromised. This book contains mature themes and strong language: please be advised. ****This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**** ~Please do not copy or plagiarize~ ENJOY!

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.

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.