To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy

"Oh my god, this Corvette is so fucking sexy." I ran my hand along the peeling red paint. It wasn't in the best condition, but a Corvette was a Corvette. "Can I drive it?""There's no engine. We used it for parts," Drake said.My heart sank into my stomach, and I let out a wheeze. "You what?""We were running low on funds, so we did what we had to do," Josiah said. "It never meant anything to us anyway."What the fuck?"How the hell can you call yourselves a racing team if you're willing to do that to one of the best-looking cars ever made?" I shook my head. "It's disgusting.""What? Racing?" Drake's mouth fell open. "Oh my god, no. We wanted a driver."I looked over at Josiah, then Drake. "I drive cars for a living, therefore I'm a driver. What's the confusion?""You said you drove for RTR," Josiah said.I nodded. "Yeah, Roger Truscott Racing.""Oh no. Oh my god. Look, in our line of work, that means Real Time Robotics," Drake said."Robotics? What the fuck is going on?" I asked."You wouldn't happen to know much about combat robotics, would you?" Drake forced a smile, and it wasn't difficult to see the hope leave his eyes.***Katie Moore is a controversial figure in the car racing world with several strikes against her. One, she is a female. Two, she is a female with opinions. And three, she is a female with opinions who thoroughly enjoys sharing them with no inhibition. A one-track mind (with a few side streets), all she wants is to win a race to shut everyone up about her mistakes and misfortunes.But when she's down on her luck, a team of nerds finds their way into her life, giving her an offer that she probably should refuse.

𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉!!!!

❝She kills without second thought.❞•Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies."You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me.Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life."Mine,"•Completed ✔️MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF#1 in TEEN FICTION

A mysterious biker moves in next to a woman and her two kids. She's cautious about him at first, but comes to find out he had a gentle loving soul. They become close and eventually fall for each other, but what she had yet to find out was that this man had a dark, bloody past. And it was now coming back to get him, and everything he loves.

Two secrets. Two secrets was all it took to change my life. I was adopted. That much I knew. But to find my biological family. To know who they really are, what they do. They are the Mafia. The Italian Mafia. They kill people. Is that something I can move on from.#1 in Siblings - 26/11/21#1 in Brothers - 26/11/21#5 in Mafia -26/11/21#6 in Reunited - 28/11/21#5 in Family - 29/11/21#29 in Italian -02/12/21#17 in Mafiaprincess - 16/12/21#97 in Jealous - 21/05/24

Looking at him from across the cafeteria my heart just stops. He bites his lower lip slightly as he reads the following words off of his new book, adjusting his hair from time to time. How can someone you've spent all of high school trying to forget still be the one to hold your heart?..Stop staring!I look away and my eyes focus on something else... He's still the one I love. After all this time. I can't change that.. But he hates you. I wince at the thoughts coursing through me. You don't know that for sure.. Oh who am I kidding? Of course he hates me. If I was him I'd hate me too. A frown makes its way onto my face. Maybe just one more peek.. I glance back at him only to see his blue eyes no longer on the pages of his book but on me. We lock eyes and everything else disappears for a moment. My brown ones widen in shock. Shit! I try to look away but my eyes stay focused on him, and only him. ..Then something amazing happens.. He smiles. *currently editing some chapters* (This is sort of like the prologue. It is not in the book though. I wrote this so that you all can read it and see what's in store for this book. And I suck at descriptions so this is all I could think of. Also I curse a lot so yeah)(#14 in teen fiction)

Belle has not had the best life. Most of it she spent taking care of her sick father while her mother ran off to sleep with other men. So you can imagine her frustration when, only a few months after the death of her father, her mother forces her to come spend the holidays with her and her new family. But what happens when she meets a certain alpha on the plane who claims that she belongs to him?----"Mine. Mate," he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears. His hands tightened around me as his forehead came down to meet mine and he breathed in deeply. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me and the delicious sparks that were running through my body. I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good. I felt his head move from mine as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access and he let out an approving grunt.And then I felt him place a gentle kiss right where my neck and shoulder met. My knees went weak, my entire body going numb as a breathy sound came from my mouth. He smiled against my neck, chuckling and taking all of my weight into his arms as I leaned completely into him to stop myself from falling."Hello, mate," he whispered in my ear.------This book is also known as Kidnapped By My Mate.

Amerie Swift just a 15 year old teenager, well not just.. The daughter of Taylor Swift, Amerie Marjorie Swift is growing up in a world of fame, her Mom's fame. Is it really what Amerie wants when she is struggling every single day, since she was 7. That diagnosis changed her view on everything.