Novels by ItssAK

I'm sitting at the kitchen table, looking at my food, wondering how I'll get rid of that psycho if I starve myself to death. "Can you please eat something?" Steph says from the other side of the table. I told her everything last night. Stone drove me home, I texted her that I left the party. I slept in her bed, beside her, she hugged me all night while I cried myself to sleep. I don't even want to go to school today, I'm scared. "No. I'm not hungry.""Look, this is just a matter of time. You have to go along

Stone's POV:"Axel. Tell me what you got." I just arrived to the warehouse, most of my men usually stay here and keep track of business. Axel is my right-hand man. We grew up together, he helps me in anything. And yeah, he's forced to do that, he works for me."Alice Wilson, seventeen years old, will be eighteen in a month. No parents. Mother is dead, her dad left when she was a child. Lived in her friend's parents' house in junior year, now in a house with her best friend, by themselves. Already texted you the address, and her cellphone number." Axel says. Wow, she must have a tough life. That's why I'm here. To make everyt

Alice's POV:"Hey has anybody seen Darren?" I ask his group of friends as they are standing in the parking lot, ready to go home. "He went home. Something about paying someone back." One of his friends says. "Oh, well, thank you so much." I thank them and leave. "Why are you telling me this just now?" Steph asks me as we drive home.

Stone's POV:People just have to fuck with me, don't they? That's why I don't work with children. This high school kid, Darren, decided not to pay my weed supplier. How stupid can people be? It's like he decided to have his own fucking funeral.I never went to high school when I was a teenager, now I'm twenty-seven and I'm standing in front of one. Now I know everything about this Darren kid, of course, thanks to my special resources. Actually, they're not that special, I kind of own everything in this

I pull my pillow over my face, covering the sound of my 6:00AM alarm. "Stop the damn thing!", Steph, my roommate, and my best friend, screams from her room at the end of the hallway.I turn off the alarm, stretch, and get out of my bed, ready for my before-school shower. Oh, yes, Spring break is over, and school is back. I'm not complaining, I love school.I finish my shower, my makeup, choose my outfit, and go downstairs only to find Steph's head inside the cereal box."Good morning!" Steph cheerily says thro