Bøger af Amo Jones

"I thought I knew who I was, but I was wrong."The Silver Swan- 1. A girl who is tarnished. Tainted. One who does not fit into the confinement of legend.The Silver Swan-2. Madison Montgomery.I was lied to.I was cheated.Resigned to pick up the scraps of empty memories and disarrayed thoughts, I left. After finally cutting the strings of manipulation, I resorted to do what I've done since I was a child, something my father drilled into my brain since I could handle my first rifle.Run.I'm a mere shadow of the girl they all knew.Lies and deceit change you. They alter your entire outlook on life.I'm Madison Montgomery, and I want to play a game.Here's what happens when I win.Riddle me this, Mads.What goes bump in the night, but is something you can't see with sight?You may run, and you may hide.If by happily ever after, you mean Bonnie & Clyde.

Some girls don't like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn't real, but it's it the closest way to describe love? It doesn't exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I'm not just in the middle of this game, I'm helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.

Madison Montgomery comes from money and power, but when someone close to her commits the ultimate crime, Madison must live with her tainted name for the rest of her life. When she begins Riverside Preparatory Academy, the private school her father has swept her into in The Hamptons, she hopes for a fresh start. What she wasn't hoping for was the pack of bad boys who run the school; ten, to be exact. When Madison gains the attention of their leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, a whole new world that she didn't think existed is exposed to her. A whole world that starts and ends with The Elite Kings Club and these boys, are about to flip her world upside down. Secrets are overflowing and family lies are about to be exposed. Is there more to Madison Montgomery than even she knows?

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed.They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell. Now that they were all on their motherland, and even closer to an island with history as dark as it was ruthless, no one had a say in the carnage of what was to come. And in this case, with War and Halen. Until now, they were nothing but exactly as they appeared on the outside.He was a brother's best friend, and a boy Halen had never not known.She was the daughter of one of the most feared families known to man, and the only girl who ever kindled his rage. They'd push and pull until it tore them apart...if only to feel the shell of their bodies close.Halen knew crossing that line with him was dangerous ground, yet she yielded her weapon and did it anyway. But history was being challenged, and The Kings were about to learn that not all enemies are discovered on a battlefield.Some are the ghosts of what was left behind.

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed.They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell. Now that they were all on their motherland, and even closer to an island with history as dark as it was ruthless, no one had a say in the carnage of what was to come. And in this case, with War and Halen. Until now, they were nothing but exactly as they appeared on the outside.He was a brother's best friend, and a boy Halen had never not known.She was the daughter of one of the most feared families known to man, and the only girl who ever kindled his rage. They'd push and pull until it tore them apart...if only to feel the shell of their bodies close.Halen knew crossing that line with him was dangerous ground, yet she yielded her weapon and did it anyway. But history was being challenged, and The Kings were about to learn that not all enemies are discovered on a battlefield.Some are the ghosts of what was left behind.

He was my foster brother.He swore to protect me.He failed.They all failed.I'm an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I'm the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty, and further coaxed by pain.But he has come back. He's not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad boy, rich brat that I hated to love.He's the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn't answer to Royce Kane anymore.He answers to Sicko.

She was everything that I wanted.He was everything that I despised.Until she wasn't.Until he wasn't.Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn't just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.I thought I knew him.He thought he knew me.This isn't a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.Including ourselves.Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn't come from him.It would come from me.Tricksters don't have hearts.They just pretend that they do.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Picture this...you're sitting by the ocean, sipping your favorite cocktail. The sun is setting over your skin, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand offers the perfect background music for the mellow reggae tunes that play through the salty air. Life is good. You have a best friend who seems to be a better friend to you than he is a boyfriend to his girl, your mom is calling your phone to ask what time you'll be home for dinner, and your current "plaything" is too busy flirting with another girl in a desperate attempt to see if you care. Pathetic. But you don't care because the sand is between your toes, your surfboard is freshly waxed, and you are one hundred percent sure that your life is perfect. It was all perfect, right? Except Hades Hollow would never be perfect.This was a town built on old stories that were planted, grew, and eventually rotted here. It was a vicious cycle of rebirth. The stories would never die...not at least until the real one had been told. It all started with a game. The kind of trickery that poisons your heart because it knows the mind is weak. One was my nemesis, a genre-meddling musician. The foe.One was as scary as he was charming. The weapon.And one was a billionaire. The ruse.I mean, I knew that, right. I knew who they were... I was about to find out the hard way that I didn't know anything at all.I'm Shiloh St. Claire. A daughter, a friend...and The liar.

My name is Dove Hendry.Mine is Kingston Axton.I was captured by darkness.She has always been ours...They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control.She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn't know it yet...But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.A culture that she is about to become the center of.The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they're not happy about me being hustled into their acts.Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason...Mind-tricks.Stunts.Deceit.Power.But there's something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I'd hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.And maybe lived under your bed...When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.His whispers were silenced.His shadow dissolving without a trace.I wondered why that was.She didn't have to wonder for long...

I did something I had never done before. I had a one-night stand. Then in true me fashion, I left my phone at his house during my desperate venture to escape. I tried hard to ignore the texts sent to my best friend's phone... Amethyst: Sup, these selfies are cute as shit, but your lips looked better wrapped around my... I did NOT text him back. I DID vow to never speak of him, or that night again... I'm Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I'd managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I'm what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I'm skating, flipping ollie's over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom's new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand, was now my new stepbrother. *this is a standalone novel*

"Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find..."Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings' rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.There were things this little girl didn't know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart...He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it's that same fire that will burn. Them. All. Down. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I'm Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.