Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Name is enough to describe him. He is what we call a deadly handsome person. Fair skin and sharp jawline he is every girl's wild fantasy. Not to forget his deep, hard to determine color eyes. He has money, mind and looks everything a girl would look into her Mr Perfect! But is that it...no the man have as many shades of himself as he have of his own eyes. He is a dangerous sin wrapped in angelic eyes. He is a walking evil for all those who know him. His demons roar inside him each moment. He is dark extremely dark. He is a live example of how scary a monster can be, death is a way better choice than getting into the bad books of Shivaay Singh Oberoi! The things go way yard when his eyes fall on Annika Harshvardhan Trivedi. She is everything he is not, she is damn innocent, fragile, soft and kind hearted. He was insanely drawn toward her. A fire was burning in him for her, it was not lust, desire or love. It was far more deep even more than the mysterious sea. Slowly she became his insane fetish, his obsession. He can set the entire world around them on fire without letting a flame touch her. He was seeking for peace inside the Angel who was craving for chaos. But was she ready for it? Can she handle his demons? Can she handle his insane fetish for her? He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy!!!

Alizeh- Hate is an extreme form of obsession. The boy in my dreams also haunted my worst nightmares. They say he is a beautiful angry god. But to me? He was my childhood tormentor, my destruction and my biggest addiction. Our story wasn't a fairy tale, it was a witch tale. Wicked, Real and Painful. Zohravar- Ten years ago, she barged into my life unannounced, turning everything upside down. I hated her. I craved her. Like a tornado, shocking, violent and so powerful it could rip my soul out of my mouth. She was mine. Always. Whenever. Forever. The problem was, she didn't know it. This story has dark themes that will make you make you shiver with discomfort, so viewer discretion is advised.

Holding her unconscious body in my arms. Blood soaking my clothes as I fall to my knees but I don't let her touch the ground. My hands hold her tight to my body as the anger is rising within me and the beast inside me is threatening to unleash its wrath on the world. I will not lose her. "You will not die, Leanna" I whisper to her as I hold her close to my body but like she is, I'm losing the fight of life. Like a fucking poet. That's how insanely she affects me. I would go to the ends of the world for her. Only for her.

Will she speak up about loving him? Will he force it out of her? Or will their love story remain untold? WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE WILL BE USED.

There are many lines in this world we shouldn't cross: the line between right and wrong, the line between ethics and morals, the line between love and hate... There are many lines that are drawn out for a reason, but they're also drawn out thin, making it impossible to not slip to the other side at least once. ------------- Hannah Hale has never been one to cross the lines. She's never desired to. When her best friend Olivia forces her to sneak into a club one night, she's already crossed the line of right and wrong. Getting caught at the wrong place at just the right time throws Hannah into a whole new world that she never knew about. A world that causes her to cross every line possible. Ace Russo is the heir to the Sicilian Mafia. He's cold, evil, and ruthless. Most importantly, he has no problem crossing the lines. When a drug deal in America goes awry, he's forced to cross the line, and border, by kidnapping a witness and holding her hostage in Sicily. The question is, should lines ever be crossed?

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

When Elora moves to Everbrook her intoxicating fascination with the mysterious and murderous Mason begins. When she first encounters Mason, he places a knife to her throat and attempts to murder her, but instead of being afraid Elora is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Mason hates her for learning about his murderous ways but even he soon realises that he would prefer to kiss her than kill her. As Elora begins to break down the barriers around Mason's heart, she starts to realise that not everything in her life is as it seems. The town she lives in, the people she thought she knew, and the man she loves, may not be who she thinks they are. Love is all that matters to Elora, but will that be enough to save her town from the sinister plans of the malicious murderer plaguing Everbrook, Marlemore?

The third book to the Family Comes First trilogy Time has passed, and now Hunter is seventeen and preparing to graduate from high school. Jimmy is being released from prison, and Julie is excited for them to be a family once again. Traditions start to arise when Hunter meets Ava. Julie believed that everything was going to be different once Jimmy got out of jail, but some traditions never die.