Y/n and Megumi - ⚠️WARNING⚠️-sexual themes

THE LAST GAMES: PROJECT PANDORA B O O K O N E "Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." -Anonymous * * * Ian doesn't know it yet, but he is the strongest of the Last. He will soon be the tipping point of winning this war, of brutality ending it. He decides the fate of human kind. But he doesn't even know this is happening. He thinks the Program is the enemy. Chloe Amor is one of the last hundred humans left alive on Earth, the last of the sixteen year olds chosen to save their planet. But at least she knows it. Rachel Blade is one of the few survivors of Camp One, the first camp. She, Kai and John barely escaped with their lives. That was nine years ago, and she thought John was dead. That she had finally outrun her past. She thought wrong. But the fact is, that the Program is dying. Their last lifeline. The human race's last lifeline. And that they're alone, with no help coming. They are the last hope for man kind. And they are being hunted. * * * Please read, comment and vote if you like my story. Please tell me how the story can be improved because I love feedback! But most importantly, you must now READ ON my fellow book nerds! (BTW book nerds are cool.)

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Most people mistake Skylar Kennedy as a girl. Maybe because he has long hair, short, his voice sounds girly and his curves are more noticeable. It's because his mom wanted a girl, not a boy. His mom never let him have short hair and dresses him up as a girl. His dad is another story. His dad makes a living of killing people. He is one of the best assassins in the country. Skylar's mom doesn't know about this and his dad is secretly training him. Skylar is following the path of becoming one and has his walls up very high, until someone and some people slowly breaks those down WARNING: This book contains some dark and/or triggering subjects: physical/mental abuse, sexual assault and violence. Hope you like it! (By the way, it has been more than a year that I wrote this and I finally know the difference between a hitman and an assassin. So that means that there are things that don't make sense)

Harley Branson is a normal seventeen year old girl in her senior year of high school. Well, if you call wearing black and avoiding people normal. Her life takes a turn when the most popular and wanted boy in school (Flynn Skykar) hits her in the face with a baseball bat and decides to take care of her. * * * "Get off the field!,"I heard one of the guys shout. I ignored him. Danny cheated on me. I had to confront him. He was the catcher so he stooped directly behind Flynn, the batter. "Danny,"I pushed his shoulder. "What are you doing here?,"he looked up at me. Not noticing my tiny presence on the field, the ball was thrown. Flynn, that idiot, swung his bat, knocking me to the ground with one swoop. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. The blue eyed angel was knelt down next to me, with his face above mine. "Are you dead?,"he chuckled,"I can give you mouth to mouth if you want?" And with that I got mad.

DeLacy lives a normal life, in a sense. She can't talk to others and she has to be patient, they'd kill her if they ever found her. She learned to hold her emotions and build up a wall. She distanced herself from everyone for fear of hurting them, even her mother. But when her mother takes in the Alphas of the local Lycan pack when their home burns down in a freak fire, she'll need to learn a whole new level of control. But when the daughter of the alphas starts sticking her nose where it's not wanted. DeLacy's emotions start to come to a boiling point as she finds her resolve slipping as her secret begins to reveal itself along with the dangers that come with it. DeLacy finds herself in the exact position she tried so hard to avoid. Now with the threat of a centuries old war, she finds herself angry. Angry for having to hide her emotions. Angry for having to hide. Angry for having to be silent. Now she would let herself be angry and she wouldn't hide from it and the ones that fought so hard to rid the world of her would learn what a true nightmare they had awakened.

At least it wasn't vampires. That was Angelica's only consolation as she sat beside the bath. She glanced the boy lounging in the bath and playing with the bubbles. How did it come to this? Angelica Aubrey had an ordinary life. She lived with both her parents, had two little brothers and had a relatively normal family, with the exception of the twins of course. So how on Earth had she come into possession of a merman?! Laiken is a merman...he prefers the term mermaid though. He just wondered into the aquarium one day and started up a conversation with the obscenely rude turtles. Angelica has no idea how she's supposed to "return him to the ocean" or why he decided to live in her bathtub of all places but it's happened. Not that she's complaining or anything, because there has to be some advantages to having a merman living in your house, right?

"A little stress release couldn't hurt anyone." With that thought in mind, Kaylyn Fisher decided to be a rebel for a night, break the rules a little and indulge in something apart from a stressful boyfriend and an even more stressful job. One night results in Kaylyn becoming a victim of a one night stand and to top it off, she didn't use protection. Months later, she finds out that a baby is on it's way but what will she do when she finds that 'baby daddy' is a daddy already with a fiancée?. Read to follow Kaylyn on her 'bumpy' journey! ;) Highest rank: #9 in romance!

This is Book 3 in the Light as a Feather series. Book 1: Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board (available on Amazon & iTunes) Book 2: Light as a Feather, Cold as Marble I would like to extend a giant THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to all of you who've stuck with these books over the last 3 years.

This is the sequel to Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board, the first book in the Weeping Willow High School series.