𝐈𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 - " 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽." My wife is mine. Every breath she takes belongs to me. Every heartbeat is mine. When she thought she could slip through my fingers , did she not know I am carved from the very darkness of obsession? I am the ink in her veins , the gravity pulling her back to me no matter how far she runs. She will feel my presence before she even sees me. Because I am not just her husband, I am her fate. Her doom. Her endless nightmare 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚 - "𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 " The man I was forced to marry was just supposed to be a man I hated but now he has become so much more. And when the truth about him almost destroyed me , I had no choice but to run away before I fell for the monster. Because falling for him would be the end of me. But I should have known better. You don't outrun a man who owns your soul. My husband will never let me go. He meant it when he said 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 . •This is book 2 in the duet series. Read "His Game , My Ruin" before reading this.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"We're not supposed to be doing this Sebastian..." Sebastian pulled me closer to him not looking away from my forest green eyes. "You and I both know you want this." My heartbeat accelerated knowing that what we were doing was so wrong; yet, it felt so right. ••• Yevette Smith is a smart young woman who works as an assistant for the rough, tough and sexy Sebastian Graham. In all her years of working for Sebastian, she has never once took the time to acknowledge him as more than just her boss. However, when things change and she is no longer just his assistant, all of her feelings are revealed and not in a cute way. |Highest Ranking #3 in pretty| |Highest Ranking #1 in mustread| |Highest Ranking #2 in mansion| |Highest Ranking #1 in sexy| •••• Contains errors, mature content and obscene language NB: THERE IS GOING TO BE A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THIS AFTER IT'S COMPLETED. Copyright © Azaria Conliffe™ 2018- Began on August 25th 2018 Completed on March 4th 2021

•SEQUEL TO COMPLETE ME• [COMPLETED] Lily Morello and Aleksio Bogdani have been friends since they were little kids. Now they are older but are yet to acknowledge their strong feelings for each other. To make things worse, Lily's overprotective dad, Kaden, will do anything to make sure Aleksio stays far away from his little girl. Especially when Aleksio is following in his father's footsteps by being a part of the Albanian Mafia.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

Angel can't help wanting to screw her best friend's Daddy. As soon as she turned eighteen, Angel's mother kicked her out of the house. Knowing she has nowhere to go, and not wanting her to live on the streets, her best friend Sydney comes up with the idea of her living with her family. Her parents agreed to let Angel stay for long as she likes. They give her the guest house. One night, her best friend's daddy comes home after a long business trip and they both meet for the very first time.

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

**UNDER EDITING** Vogue, a 23-year-old recent nursing graduate, had been searching for a job for the past three months. Despite her aspirations of becoming a pediatric nurse, she applied for a caretaker position she found during her job search, without much hope. Little did she know that her soon-to-be boss was not just a 70-year-old man, but a millionaire businessman at an up-and-coming tech company. Calian, a 27-year-old ruthless businessman, has built a formidable reputation and has no interest in falling in love , or having a caretaker. After relentless pushing from one of the only family members he can tolerate, Granny Anna, he reluctantly agrees. Little does he know, his new caretaker wasn't just a 50 year old veteran nurse, but a doe-eyed girl he couldn't help but fall for.