"P-please don't hurt me" I cried as tears started to roll down my cheeks. A smirked form upon his lips. "We'll see about that babe. Well what's your name?" I became shaken when he came closer to me "Come on tell me your name." "umm S-s-Samantha" He smiled at me. Not a good smile but an evil one "Well Samantha, I'm Jason. You're gonna be my little hostage."

Sage had no choice but to break up with her boyfriend Rick after he assaulted her. She gets a job as a waitress and meets Ryder, a gang leader that she went to school with before she was homeschooled. When Sage finds out she's pregnant (with Rick's baby), she fears losing Ryder. But how is she supposed to hide that from him? As they grow closer, it becomes harder for Sage to hide the truth, especially when Ryder confesses that he loves her. Will her pregnancy destroy their relationship? Or will Ryder be her savior? But... what if Rick finds out?

A story in which a perfect girl gets kidnapped from her prom by a bad bad boy. ____________________________ "I know your scared, but I won't hurt you." He reassured as his hands moved to cup my ass. I responded breathlessly and tears filled my eyes,"Do you promise?" "With all my heart." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: *Hope You Enjoy* All Rights Reserved. Book by laughing_brainiac.

What happens when Eastblank High's Bad Boy, Carter Jacobs, takes an interest in a quiet, kindhearted Emma Williams? Will she learn to trust him? Will he win her over? Or will both their pasts catch up with them? Cliché as so if you don't want cliché then don't bother reading. I update everyday in the least.

What happens when the mafia leader's daughter gets a bodyguard? "Is he mute?" I ask my dad. "No, he is not mute" my dad scoffs, "he just doesn't talk...never has even when he came to us, he also has never shown his full face" I look over to see that he has a black mask covering the bottom half of his face. I walk over to him and wave my hand in front of his face. "So you really don't talk huh?" No answer.... I roll my eyes and reach for his mask. He instantly grabs my wrists and pulls them by my sides. I stand there with wide eyes as he walks to the other side of my dad's office. "Well this is going to be fun"I mutter sarcastically.

Kelsey was a normal 17 year old girl. With straight A's and a lot of friends. She was really happy just enjoying her life with no problems whatsoever. But what will happen when the Jason Mccan kidnappes her?

Whoever is reading this book go and read the first book Kidnapped by Jason McCan so it will make sense because this is the sequel.

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin

I wasn't different; I was like every other teenage girl at school. I didn't resist the bad boy, the bad-boy didn't resist me. We fell for each other—just like every other bad boy and good girl cliche. But, the thing was, I wasn't necessarily a good girl and he wasn't necessarily a bad boy. We disagreed (and thoroughly) when acknowledging different subjects, that was for sure, but we weren't exactly polar opposites.