Alice Avery lives in a society where every girl must wear mini skirts and unbelievably high heels. Where girls are expected to be bimbos and guys are Greek Gods. So how does a tomboy fit in this situation? And where are the bad boys? Alice Avery is a tomboy. She loves to skateboard and hates gossip. She hates skirts, dresses, make up, and drama. She speaks up for herself and has not seen people due to being homeschooled all of her life. How will she take it when her senior year is spent in a public school filled with bimbos, jocks, and bad boys? What if she ends up living next to the bad boys? Oh jeez.... Now, for the bad boys. The Three Musketeers are the baddest boys in school. But no girls there are good enough to be their girlfriends. No matter how slutty they're willing to be. But Alice is different. The Three Musketeers are more dangerous than many people know but the people they work for are even worse. What happens when Alice gets mixed up in their crazy mess? Secrets will be revealed. Love will be in the air. Guns will be fired. Lives will be lost. (This book is currently being edited. There are many mistakes.)

"You're a monster," she whispers, a tear falling down her cheek. "I know." He looks at her with a taunting smirk. "But so are you." --------------------------------------------------------------------- He's a monster, incapable of feeling anything but hatred. She's a fragile girl who was forced into a world of hatred; a world in which she doesn't want to live. When they meet, new feelings start to arise-but can this broken girl fix a broken man?

Ever since her mother's death, Adelaide Emelry has been living with her abusive father, who also happens to be the king of Soleria. Despite living in a royal palace, Adelaide didn't exactly have the easiest life. On her 18th birthday, she finds out she is to marry their enemy of 130 years, Dominic Alsvera, also known as the God of War. Will she find happiness or will her world become worse than it already is? Warning: mature content [EDITING]

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

I was just minding my own business, painting the walls outside the high school I went to, with spray paint. Okay maybe it's called graffiti, but I don't care. Either way, the cops came at the worst time, and I did what any rational person would do. I ran to the parking lot, broke into the only car in the lot, and sped out of there as fast as I could. Only problem was, I didn't realize there was someone sleeping in the back seat. • Damien Asher is the most feared Gang Leader to the Asher Noir Gang, so when he wakes up to someone driving his car like a madman, he was to kill them. That's until he notices it's a beautiful girl covered in paint, well that and the fact the cops are currently chasing them. So he does what he thinks is best; he kidnaps the girl who kidnapped him first.

Natalia comes home to find her husband and sister in bed together after her husband tell her they have been sleeping together for 1 year .what is she to do but pack up and leave what she doesn't realize is that she's pregnant and after 3 years away she comes back to all the drama.

Grace was an ordinary girl... Sike. This isn't one of those stories. Meet Grace Belmonte, who belongs to one of the biggest gangs in Italy. She's well known for her smart mouth, racing, bad-ass fighting and now the target on her back... After killing three of the Italian Mafia's best men, she unintentionally caught the attention of Antonio Romero; the Mafia's ruthless leader. And now he wants her... - - - He let go of my hands to cup my ass and I kissed him once again, my hands tangled in his black hair. We finally broke apart, his forehead leaning on mine. "Vuoi tornare a casa mia? (Wanna go back to my place?)", he asked me with a smirk. "Sì. (Yes.)", I breathed. He let go of me and stepped back, giving me just enough time to punch him in the stomach and run back to my car. - Warning: Strong language and mature scenes!