Melbourne has been Hugh's best friend, assistant and confidante for 8 years.Mel holds unrequited feelings for Hugh.Their friendship is toxic as Mel tries to escape from Hugh and the control he has over him.One night of passion leads Mel to a tipping point. Will the cruel businessman let go of his most prized possession. #1 bxbxb

After her parents died, Erika didn't care about anything. Not her friends, not school, nothing. Except for her art. Painting was the only thing that she felt kept her close to her mother, terrified that sharing it meant she would lose her for good. This year was her final year and her aunt forced her to take an art class. Erika promised to try and open up a bit more. Who knew, maybe this is what she needed to find her passion. Find that love her mother said was the secret to her greatest paintings. And rumor was, the new art teacher from Dublin had everyone talking. Stefan grew up tough. His father was an alcoholic that forced him into rugby while his mother was a tough bitch who wanted him to teach as she did. Sketching was the only place he felt he could show his emotions. His mother kicked out his father after he beat the bloody daylights out of his son for wanting to be an artist. Being an art teacher was the best compromise to do what he wanted and please his mother. Right out of university, he took a job at some private school in Paris. This was going to be his fresh start. Hopefully helping these rich kids to find their passion for art would help himself. But all his plans blew out the window when he walked in the first day of class to see Erika Monet sitting silently at her desk, those stunning silver eyes staring right into his very core. He knew student relationships where a bad idea, but she had just stolen his heart and he was helpless against it.

William Carters is the second eldest son of Emilia and James Carter,the famous surgeons in New York. William is the total opposite of his brother Noah who was outgoing,popular and on the schools football team as the school star quarterback. Will stopped talking and began wearing a hoodie to cover his face when he turned 13. No one knows but Will as to why he covered his face. His oversized hoodies did a great job in hiding his face but his were worried about Will. Until the day he turned 18,he took off his hoodie and showed himself to the world. He was by far the handsomest guy in school. With brown curly hair,muscular built like his dad,his tall height of 6'7 ft beating both Noah's and his dad's height and muscular built. But the most freakiest thing about him were his eyes. With one bright green from his mum and the other a bright silvery gray from his dad. He had a sharp jawline, and quite short tempered like his dad. Coming out as gay to his family, his mother didn't like it and filed a divorce against Will's dad for accepting a sinner like Will. Will's father and Noah were very accepting and they moved to somewhere less crowded,they moved to Forks Callaway. His dad got a better pay for being the military head doctor/surgeon and Noah was once again the same popular guy. Only this time,Will was part of it too. Will kept his good grades and his life was going great,better than before but then the mafia Lord Alexander Colletti had his eyes locked to the boy with typical gray and green eyes,it sparked his interests.

"Grayson, what are you doing?" I asked, slowly, walking into his house. He was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, facing the view of the city lights. Grayson was surrounded by open bottles of beers and alcohol. When he turned around, I did what most people wouldn't do, I looked directly into his eyes. His eyes were like a book, telling a story to ones who dared to look at them. Hurt, confusion, and sadness written all over his drooping, bloodshot eyes. He didn't answer me, making me step closer to him, "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," he whispered with the rare smile I've seen only a few times through the time I've known him. Though this one is different. It was depressing. "No, you're not." He sighed. He didn't say anything back, but we both knew what he was going to say. He knew what he was feeling right now, even though he wasn't sober. He knew. "I wanna fix you." I whispered, shocking myself. His smile vanished, almost immediately. He looked away from me, his eyes back to the city lights, "Me too."He whispered. *•*•*•* Stereotypes shape today's society, especially with Grayson Watts. He's the schools bad boy, making girls go all over him, but I, Bailey Winters, or so I thought. I'm the girl that's usually too busy reading and doing homework than to go out and stalk guys. Somehow, Grayson and I cross paths and something about me made us become close enough to be called, 'friends.' With our new found friendship, I learned that bad boys, too, could be broken. Highest Rank- #27 in Teen Fiction 8/6/17 Made in 2015

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

Sequel to Not a One Night Stand Maddox Jacobs-Novikoff moved to Seattle with his aunt, got his degree, and before he knew it he'd been shipped off to Russia where his life began a new stage. He got married to a loving man and even adopted a son. He can't imagine anywhere he'd rather be. That is, until his world is crushed in the blink of an eye. His feet are swept out from underneath him and, suddenly, his son is the only one by his side. Maddox doesn't know how to get on with his life without his husband, being unable to move on from the sudden death. All he does is cook, clean, cry, and bring his son to ice skating practice. This never ending cycle is broken when a familiar face appears before him, sending him into another spiral of emotions that he can hardly keep up with. Will he be able to move on, or will he be left heartbroken yet again?

"What are you doing on my territory?!" He snarled in my face in anger. "I don't see your name anywhere" I say looking around. ------------------------------------------- Cecilia Adams Was walking down the dark streets of London, after that long, hard shift at Sainsbury's, meeting Reece Dennings was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was to go home, and sleep. But nooooooo she had to run into the gang leader of one of London's biggest gang. One encounter leads to another. 9th in teen fiction (highest rank) BE WARNED THIS BOOK IS REALLY CHEESY!!!! Cover By : LUCIJA1409

I love his arms around me. They make me feel safe and loved. That is, until I see what he does with his hands and then I run for it. I left him in the dead of night, cut all contact with him. But I know he's out there, looking for me. Pov: Logan I chase her through halls of the mansion, as she wears a bed sheet. She laughs, as I chase her. I love the way she laughs, it does things to me. Catching her, she smiles up at me. "Do you love me?" "What sort of question is that?" I ask her, before kissing her and showing her how much, I truly love her. I thought we were happy, but that changed, when she seen me do the one thing, I promised I would never do in front of her eyes. I killed a man, with the hands that have touched her. But now, she runs from me and I don't blame her. But my little mouse, will come back home. To me.

Moving to a new city was supposed to be a fresh start for Aria Davidson and her mother - but it was far from it. Gangs, rivalry, murder, bloodlust and love. Everything all in one. Will the secrets that are being unravelled undo her? Or can she simply take it in her stride. Will Aria come out the same? Or forever changed?

**I wish you would have came home with me. Oh the things I could do to you.** I decide that instead of telling him I'm a virgin I'll just play hard to get. **What kind of woman do you think I am?** **I wouldn't think less of you. Honestly you have intrigued me. No woman has ever said no to me.** **Well I'm not like every woman.** **Have dinner with me tomorrow night.** I'm a little thrown off due to him basically saying I am having dinner with him instead of asking me. But I'm definitely intrigued as well by his words and I need to know more about him. But I'm still playing hard to get anyways. He is used to having any woman he wants. He won't possible want me once he finds out I'm a virgin. **Oh I'm not sure I might have plans tomorrow.** That should throw him off a bit. I lay down in bed not expecting him to text me back but my phone vibrates again and I can feel the excitement as I open up his message. **I wasn't asking you Emma. Send me your address and be ready by six thirty.** Okay that didn't throw him off at all. And surprisingly my excitement has grown even more along with the warm sensation swirling in my stomach. I quickly send him the address and set my phone on the nightstand. Ready for bed I crawl under the covers and just as I close my eyes my phone vibrates. ** See you then Emma. Don't be a naughty girl without me.** My mouth drops open and I am blown away. I've never let anyone touch me nor have I ever touched myself. I decide not to respond but replay his last text over and over in my mind until I fall asleep. And I dream of him again.