The bell above the entrance door rung, indicating someone had walked in. "We're closed," I called as I swung my head around to face the door. I froze when I saw a tall tan handsome man dressed in an all-black suit standing by the entrance, power and dominance radiating off of him. I closed my mouth quickly when I realised I was staring with my mouth agape. "I was just wondering where Mr Santiago is?" He asked, an Italian accent lacing his voice. I stared at him for a few a seconds needing time to process that this Italian god was actually standing in front of me, before getting a hold of myself and answering him. ~~~~~ #1 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 #20 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 #2 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 #8 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #3 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #12 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 #10 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 #137 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 #44 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #2 gangs

I don't think there is anything that can keep Mila from basking in places people tend to keep away from. All those crooks and crannies, the badly hidden imperfections all call to her. She sees magic where there is none, and vibrant gold where it's just plain silver. He might just be one of those places. One faithfully happy girl, one dark driven guy One perfectly imperfect mess.

Someone notice. Someone please notice. Anyone. Anything. Everything. She begged invisibly, silent screams shooting from her bleeding lips as she threw anxious glances towards strangers who stole them without a care. Her blood was alive, but her body was dormant. Her brain sent shock waves to the heart, breaking it piece by piece as shards of ruby lodged their way into her veins. Strangers walked by...unnoticing...preoccupied...robotic. She stood on the slight hill of the yellow line, scruffing green stains from her pearly white shoes...the grass always was greener on the other side. She had survived for so long. Silently. Successfully. She didn't want to stop...but there was no other choice. No. There was never a choice. She wanted to live...to explore...to see, what she could be. The only thing stopping her were these people. These strangers, who walked through her like a poltergeist, an angry, confused and wicked presence they disregarded from their lives. The thing adults were always most scared of...their past selves. The poltergeists of their adolescence. Spirits of long before, the times in their lives they wanted to miss. The reality was, she was a ghost. Was alive, and would be dead. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amelia has a regret: she's tired of living. Blake has a secret: he's tired of dying. When two worlds collide, and tracks cross into a collision of intrigue and attraction, two strangers embark on a mission to save each other, after Amelia gives Blake nine days to convince her to carry on living... A list of lives, that of which neither have lived, is set in motion, and nine days of wonder, adventure and heartache begin as the stranded souls search for what they've been looking for. Apart, Amelia and Blake are polar opposites...but together, they're a twisted reality of reckless euphoria.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

Life was tough for Eve Aster, but that's okay. When things would get hard, she always had the option to end her life. She wanted to see how far she could push it until it got bad enough where she actually did. Landon Forest would've never thought of anything like that. He would run through the terrifying moments because that's what made Landon himself. When rain pours and the sun washes it away, what does that make? A rainbow. And a whole lotta chaos.

Skylar Gray is a sarcastic, dangerous mafia leader whose future has always been to lead her mafia and nothing could ever stop her. but what happens when she is forced to love her biggest enemy for more power? will she choose her lover or job? While Kai Dawson is forced to do the same in faking falling in love with her. what will happen when Skylar finds out the truth.

"You call it madness, but I call it love." I whisper, then walk out the door. ~~~~ Nicole Smith, had a pretty normal life, that is, until Eli showed up.

•••• 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 Being in the shadows, she gets no attention from her abusive father. Only wanting to go to collage and become successful her father takes that away by forcing her to be married by a cruel man. 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 A deadly mob boss with no remorse for anyone. He is cruel and has no loyalty to the people he's sleeps with. He gets into an arranged marriage to help his mafia. When the two are arranged to be married how will they live with the different lifestyles they both have? He might've just ruined Athena for anybody else. Please vote for my book and let me know how you like it!!! 😸

COMPLETE !! "What would you do if I die?" "Die." "Oh you would die?" I mumble and he nods giving me a small smile. "What would you do if I die?" He repeats my question. "Live." He frowns and I internally evil laugh at myself. That was a good one. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins was a talkative girl always in the mood for friends and Zeke Miller just happened to be there at the right time. Her bubbly personality, weird obsession with marvel, and stupid jokes enlightening his mood and fitting perfectly with his uncommunicative behaviour. No one would've expected it, but they understood each in a perfect, unusual way. She was funny and kind to everyone. He was rude and dull to everyone. Well, everyone except her. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HIGHEST RANKS- #1 in goodgirl #1 in innocent #1 in cold #1 in heartfelt #1 in sweetheart #1 in attraction #2 in opposites #2 in cliche #4 in humour ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins wanted someone to match marvel sweatshirts with, but she didn't expect to come across a wealthy family who did dangerous things for living. Zeke Miller wanted a quiet day to observe, not meaning to contain a conversation with a weird girl at a cafe. But why did he come back? Why did he make her a friend? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "Darling?" "Yes?" "Do you love me?" "Always. Why?" "Just making sure," ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Are these two going to get a happy ending? ~~~ 𝘼+𝙕? ~~~ *𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 * This story is rough around the edges in the beginning chapters and will hopefully get better. This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, self-harm, etc.)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse