So when they got into a very unlikely situation more than books and Lab Experiments, Samantha swore that she will make Aaron's life a living hell until she discovered something.

    She's your typical girl with an average life: She has loving parents, three best friends, and decent grades. Sounds boring. Right? Well, her average life takes quite a turn when her parents decide to send her across the country to live a family she has not heard of. Yeah, this is one of those stories. But did I mention that Riley isn't your typical outgoing and chatty girl. Hell, she is the definition of socially awkward. So, just how is she going to cope with two new parents and several hormonal teenage boys. Surely, she would go insane. Right? But what Riley doesn't know is that everyone, like her, carries baggage and has a story to tell. Some stories might be plain and simple but others might be totally heartbreaking and devastating. Nevertheless, boys will always be boys so the question of interest is, can Riley survive this new life without having history repeat itself?© 2012 by Cappuccinos. All rights reserved.

    One night at a party, the lights go out and she kisses him in the dark. The next day, Connor enlists her help to find his mystery kisser. Sadie is stuck in the middle, will she ever be able to tell him how she feels?

    They kill, they feast, and they delight in spilling blood. Greg "Raze" Resnick has always known it was his legacy to take his father's place someday as the leader. He prepared for this moment his whole life and the day has arrived that the talented and ruthless fighter finally step up. But fate has other plans.Greg's world is turned upside down by just one smile from the woman he didn't see coming. She's his opposite in every way possible and there's no way the two would ever work. But Greg is determined despite all the odds. Fighting for Laura is one thing, but fighting his family in order to have her is another. Is this a fight he'll win, or will blood be spilled after all?

    "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire.I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me."Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran.*** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire.She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute.She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia.And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia.But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite.

    When Luke breaks up with Summer at the beginning of senior year, Summer reveals that she has been cheating on Luke with Paul Walden, Luke’s best friend. Angry and betrayed, Luke decides to get revenge, and he enlists the help of Jamie Vandeviere, a girl who has always been invisible to the popular crowd. Their goal is to transform Jamie into the most popular girl at school and take down Summer’s position as Queen Bee. However, being popular turns out to be a lot more difficult than what Jamie had in mind. What exactly has she gotten herself into?

    Now if only she could keep Casey from sneaking into her heart. Excerpt His bright blue eyes pierced through me. I wasn't sure how long he had been looking at me. I ignored him at first, but found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Eventually I met his gaze evenly, and watched as his lips turned up into a smirk. It took effort not to roll my eyes when he raised his eyebrows slowly. His eyes were burning through me; their intensity made me uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to let him know that. "Mr. Fitzgerald!" my new English teacher, Mr. Oldman, barked. "Could you please at least pretend to pay attention?" Mr. Oldman sounded so exasperated. There were still three months left before graduation, but most of the seniors were already acting as if they didn't need to be in school any longer. "Sure, Mr. Oldman," he said, never taking his eyes from me. I didn't back down even after realizing people were staring at us. "Casey, what do you find so fascinating about Ms. Fuller?" Mr. Oldman turned to him again a few minutes later after realizing he still wasn't paying attention. If it was the teacher's goal to embarrass him, it didn't work. His smirk just widened. "She's new," he said simply, his blue eyes sparkling. Casey's caramel brown hair was messy, his style trendy. He reminded me of every popular guy in high school, except for the confidence he exuded. It was as if he knew he was the shit and was daring anyone to say otherwise. "Casey, will you leave the poor girl alone?" Mr. Oldman sighed. "I've got your letter of recommendation done. Should I send it myself or does it need to go with yours?" Casey didn't respond. His eyes were still piercing through mine, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Casey!" Mr. Oldman yelled, causing both of us to look at him. He handed him a sealed envelope. "Get out of my classroom," he pointed at the door, defeated. "Don't you have friends to bother?" I let out a snicker, though I felt bad for Mr. Oldman. It was obvious he was at his wit's end. Casey seemed to be doing everything he could to push him over the edge. "I'm trying to make the new girl feel welcome," Casey explained, his eyes on me again. I picked up my book, finding my place with ease. "Thanks," I said shortly, "I feel welcome now." And I refused to pay him any more attention. He wouldn't stay with Mr. Oldman in the room, looking dangerously close to pelting him with dry erase markers. With the obvious dilemma before him, he backed down. He stared at me for a second longer, daring me to look at him and when I didn't, he left. I smiled to myself, turning the page leisurely. Mr. Oldman let out a chuckle, "Looks like he's finally met his match."

    Come over tonight?" "I can't.. I was sleeping." He said, slightly annoyed that I called him up at like 3 in the morning. "Please." I rolled my eyes. I waited for a response, as I could hear shuffling at the other end of a line. "Do you want to have sex tonight?" I smiled, biting my lip. "Pleasure to." He lowly chuckled, as I yawned. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." "I'm naked under the sheets." "Maybe five, then." I could hear him moving around already, me guessing he was fumbling with his jeans before I hear him head downstairs. I smirked. "Oh and by the way." "Yeah?" He breathed out. "I hate you." -------------------------- We were the complete opposites, as you can see.. But we both had one single thing in common.

    "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax...

    “Do it,” I breathe, closing my eyes, heat collecting in my stomach, coursing through my needy veins, igniting a dormant desire that’s screaming to be let out. “I dare you.” “Be carful what you wish for,” he hums, his hand grazing along my exposed midsection, so light, so delicate, so agonizingly slow. “ everything I touch turns to ash.” *** Kiara Payne can speak seven languages, not that it matters because without a formal education, The only job she can land is at boutique bank outside of Manchester, working as a teller. After foiling a robbery on her first day, Kiara’s thrust into a world of guns, drugs, and violence; her life resting in the hands of Emilio Di Vaio, an Italian Mafia boss. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo’s translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family.Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara fight for survival in a world that left them broken. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for?

    . . hot, popular, and proud. She’s. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.There’s nothing common between them except that they hated each other.Not good, right?But why was he determined to find her, while she was determined to escape him?Twists got turns, fates had entangled. Life had even become harder than before.And their once-upon-a-modern-time story started with a dance.

    At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenlystops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, onethat he found adorable.Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello."He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says hisnext words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart."She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly staresat her with a certain longing. "Who are you?""I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking astep into her room.She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear onher cheeks."Daisy."In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet andbrooding, becomes captivated by his best friends littlesister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at leasta little good in them.

    She’s the strongest of all the strongest. She can kill you with her bare hands. She’s well known yet at the same time unknown.She’s still seventeen yet she can scare a group of grown man. She’s disguised as mute so no one can acknowledge her presence.She’s Satan’s Assassin. The hunter who were feared by all.And when Diana Brooklyn was sent to another mission to a town ruled by werewolves, the least she was expecting was…A mate.Not to mention an Alpha.

    . . in all the ways that she shouldn't. But Dallas has one goal—to pursue her dance-school dreams in in California—and no one, not even a hard-bodied, green-eyed football god, will stop her. As the tension between Drayton and Dallas grows thicker, the lines are getting blurred, and all she wants is to come undone under his touch.But this thing between Dallas and Drayton could cost her her dreams . . . if he doesn't break her heart first.

    As long as she can do something to help out, she'll do it in a heartbeat. So when her father faces a problem and asks for her help to find her missing brother, Finn, in a school where he works at, she's more than willing to extend a hand and go the extra mile. The only problem is, Corner Stone High School is not just an ordinary high school. It is an exclusive school... for boys. But of course, that won’t stop her from convincing her father to let her transfer to that school. And so moving in to the dormitory, Fiona then sets off in a journey to find the missing boy in a population of a four hundred and sixty-five. But will she find him? Or will she be found out? And as she gets things straight, will something unexpected happen? Tossing the coin of luck and fate, she ventures to find the answers herself.