𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1 She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck. "I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?" I looked into those deep grey eyes that I fell for. "Because I wouldn't have my wife sitting right next to me on that train ride." I answered truthfully. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ He has never met someone as mean as her. The glare on her face almost seemed permanent. The only words that fall out of her mouth are ones that will leave you tarnished and torn, making you second guess where you went wrong. Even worse, she never spoke, more like she grunted responses. When he first laid eyes on her, he fell in love with her tattoos, her attitude, her charm. He didn't understand why he kept coming back? He was intrigued with her. No matter what she said or did to him, he kept coming back. He was impatient but would wait for her. . . . She never understood how someone could keep a smile on their face everyday. The way he always kept a positive look on life. He never frowned. He was the flavour bubblegum that everyone wanted. The go-to ice cream flavour that you always get on a sunny day. That one summer vacation that you'll never forget. She hated his smile, his laugh, his eyes. She hated that she wanted to see that smile everyday. She hated that she couldn't stay away from him. She would happily set the world on fire but never let a flame touch him. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ All Rights Reserved 2022Ⓒsyriacax

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢. Book One in the Bittersweet Series. Created: 27/12/18 Published: 16/02/19 Completed: 03/01/20 Edited: As of March 2022 Completed rewrite: 25/01/23

Storm Smith is a 21 years old college student, most girl hate her cause of her body and guys just want to have sex with her. She has her 3 best friends that's been riding with her since elementary school, you would think she had a perfect life.... but no. Storm's mom is a alcoholic that has been struggling to keep a job. Storm has to take care of her mom and herself along with trying to keep a roof over there head. She works at a supermarket after school but it's not enough to pay the bills or keep food on the table, so she became a stripper. After working hours at the supermarket, she goes and works at the strip club. Nobody know that she's a stripper and she wants to keep it that way. The ruthless hitman/CEO Shawn Ace Serrano isn't someone to mess with. He's cold-hearted and closed off but when notice storm and can't keep his eyes off her. He wants storm and isn't going to let anyone or anything get in his way of taking whats his. ⚠️⚠️ FOR NEW READERS⚠️⚠️ Book had been changed and edited so some comments won't make sense #1 in hardtimes: 11/13/2020

Cover by: @Enny101 Christian DeLuca is a very successful businessman with little regard for anyone he doesn't consider family, he's found work and life easier this way. What happens when he finds himself consumed by one thing, or rather one person, Alesha Moore. His plans are to get her, keep her and never let her find out about his title as a kingpin in the Italian mafia. *** "Alesha, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep and unsettling tone. "I just saw you commit mass murder Christian. I can't be a part of this world, your world. I'm not built for this life, if this is who you are then.." I let out a humorless chuckle. "I couldn't stomach today let alone the rest of my life. I need to leave, and you need to let me." My voice was so low, even breaking toward the end. Each word provoked tears to spill from my eyes and even more came rushing when I could see how what I said must've felt like daggers to his chest. "You can either stay and talk to me or calm down outside and we'll talk when you're ready, but you are NOT leaving me." His once sexy, endearing voice turned cold and sent frightening shivers throughout my body and I don't know who was staring back at me, but I could no longer see my Christian, not the man I love. *** This book contains mature language AND images, if you find that unsettling, I promise this is not the book for you 😬

"Apologize." "Wha?" He was in disbelief. "Apologize for what?" "Apologize for skipping the session." I grinned. "And being rude. Also promise not to do it again." "No." He scoffed. I began rolling my window up. "Stop!" He panicked. "Fine." His eyes went to the ground and he let out a groan before looking at me. His face started to turn a bright red. I tried to keep myself from grinning. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "For?" I asked. "For skipping the tutoring session." He mumbled. "And?" I teased. "Being rude." He forced out. "Say it together and a bit louder hun. I can't hear you." I encouraged. "I'm sorry for being rude and skipping the session. I won't do it again." He spoke through gritted teeth. He stared at the pavement with angry eyes. I clapped. "Now was that so hard?" _________________________________________ "Chrys..." a voice called. "Hmm." I mumbled. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my Star Trek dream. "Chrys. Were here." The same voice said. "Cool." I mumbled getting more comfortable than I was before by snuggling into what I was lying against. "You gotta get up." "I wanna go back to my dream." I murmured snuggling up more. "What was the dream about?" "Star Trek. I was the commander." I smiled as I wished I could go back. The voice chuckled but for some reason, whatever I was lying on shook at the same time. "Why is my pillow moving?" I muttered. "I'm not a pillow." The voice chuckled and my pillow shook again. _________________________________________ Chrysanthe Scott just wants to get senior year over with. She's done with everyone's drama. Sadly, her year isn't turning out as planned.

~~~ . . He let my hand go and cupped the side of my neck sinking his fingers up the back of my neck. I sighed leaning my head a bit back, before feeling my body shiver when used his thumb to run over my jawline. How did we end up here? We stared at each other for a sec, his eyes dropped to my lips then come back to my eyes. I slid my hands up his arms because they had no where else to go. I turned away from him, just for his hand that was on my hip to grab me by my cheeks. "You're drunk," I mumbled looking literally anywhere else but Mathias. "I am not," he moved his head to be in my eye view "Drunk," and just ended up pressing his forehead on mine, dropping the hand on my cheeks back to my hip. I closed my eyes tightly cause I couldn't look this man in the eyes for shit- The fact his hands were on me made it feel unreal, like it was another wet dream I was having of my boss. When his hands hadn't moved and nothing was said as if he was thinking of something to do. I opened eyes just as his head dipped into my neck, I swear I felt like melting on the floor right then and there. "Wait..."

Amirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well. One night things changed as Amirah hears some noise. It came from one of the motel rooms near her. She makes the mistake by listening in on what happens to be a mafia hit. What happens when she's caught by the members and taken to the boss? 'I was then taken aback by a noise of muffled speaking as I stopped in my tracks and stopped the carts of cleaning supplies. What is that? I thought as I pressed my dark brown ear against the thin wood door, all I could hear was talking then a man who sounded angry. Eh, nothing much as I about to make an attempt to step back when a gunshot rang out. I gasped as I heard three more following the first. I creeped back slowly not wanting you make any noise, but god wasn't on my side I guess as my behind hit the cart knock over bottles on cleaning sprays, a mop and a red plastic bucket of dirty mop water. I cursed under my breath "shit."

Nevaeh Grammar was as feisty, bold, and head strong as they come. Finally getting to work at her dream job at St. Andrews hospital her first day is nothing she imagined. Noah Ambrose was a notorious player heir to the Ambrose fortune. Groomed for perfection at the age of five and never hearing the word no. He knew that when he wanted something he got it no questions asked. So how does the richest man in New York end up with a broken leg, cracked rib, and amnesia only to believe his doctor is his girlfriend.

"That's your boss? He's hot." "He's bipolar." "Introduce me, please!" Jasmin begs, weighing my shoulder down. "Isn't he the reason why you're going abroad?" "Eh." I shrug, watching as he hands someone his bags, laughing at something they say. This man is doing something to me. And it's strange. "Roni. I know you didn't get dressed that cute for no reason." She points to my outfit, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm just comfortable. And he's coming over right now." Mr. Hayes strides towards us and I fix my posture, smiling at him. "Hello to your friend." Adrian waves as my friend begins to swoon. "Are you ready? You better not embarrass me, Roni-Ann." He holds his arm out for me and I take it, humming in response. "Yes, sir." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "You don't listen, Roni-Ann!" "Me? I do what you tell me. When have I ever went against you?" "Yesterday. I told you to stay inside. Or at least call me when you got home. You did neither!" Adrian yells at me and I flinch, not expecting it. "I don't have to take orders from you outside of this workplace. I'm my own individual." "You don't, huh?" He traps me between his body and the wall and I look up at him, his eyes darkening. "Joder, Roni-Ann." "Please calm down." "How does it feel to be a murderer..." He mutters, leaning down to kiss my ear and I tense up. "Because you're killing my heart." He doesn't think of me as- "I'm your intern, sir. This shouldn't be happening." I stutter, my legs too weak for me to move. "You're not thinking straight." "All interns get an upgrade, eventually. Yours just might make you mine."

Chaynia Martez has been in Detroit from Atlanta after her parents are divorced for two months and she already hates Detroit, but all that changes when she meets a boy, through a complete accident. Little does Chaynia knows that he holds secrets, he has a girlfriend and Chaynia has no clue whatsoever. The question is , will she be able to handle it?