"Sell your virginity to me and I will clear your father's debt." ~~.~~ Angelique Ryans had a promising future ahead of her. Prestige school, lovable personality, talent. She had it all, until the day her father gambled away their lives to a man famed for brutality. The choice was simple - strip for the mafia or die a miserable death. Or..to strike a deal with the devil himself. Nikolai Ivanov had his sights set on her. An innocent and pure Angel - all his to break. Ruling with an iron fist and wicked heart, he was ought to ruin her. Every curve of her was made for him to take and ravish. Only, this Angel is fiercer then she seems. She's the light to his darkness. The calm to his storm. In the end...who will break first?

"I have one question,"I state firmly, enveloping my arms over my chest "Does that blood belong to you or someone else?" Niall reaches for the silver faucet, slowly turning it to the left so that the flow of water eases.A puddle of red liquid vanishes down the drain, leaving faded splatters inside the basin. He turns to look up at me, fresh water droplets stringing down his flustered cheeks.Although the room was exceptionally dark, I could still make out the devilish smirk that had crept its way onto his lips. "What, scared it might be yours next time?" // Fawn Danvers is presented with a one way ticket out of her hometown; an offer to be the new drummer for the world famous band 'Viper' on their upcoming tour. Her task seems simple, play music and not tread on anyone's toes.But when Fawn learns the secrets behind the spotlights and the chilling dangers that lie ahead, there's not much left to stop her from falling in the deep end. "Cross my heart and hope to die darling." Top rankings #27 bands #11 darkniall

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

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