{SEQUEL OF CRISIS OF DESIRE!!} !WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ----- I should've just killed her, cut her throat, shot her in the head, dumped her in a ditch, burn her alive. Anything. But I couldn't. It's funny how I always threatened to kill her, to hurt her in the best way I could, but I never did. Sure, I scared the living shit out of her, I beat her with all the shit I had, I showed her my darkest parts to scare her away, but I would never actually kill her. Everyone feared me, but now I became my own biggest fear. Obsessed with someone else. Someone I fell for. ----- Cataleya is being held captive by Rafael's biggest enemy. What is going to happen if Rio and Neveah start their search for the person they care about more than anything in the world. Will they find her in time or will they simply find her dead body in a ditch as revenge for the reckless mistakes Curzio made in the past?

"You have no idea what you fucking do to me, princess." He says while slowly closing the space between us, his lips brushing against mine. I had the urge to hold back a moan as he pressed his lips against mine. And God he tasted like heaven Warning: Mature language and mature scenes

What happens when the mafia leader's daughter gets a bodyguard? "Is he mute?" I ask my dad. "No, he is not mute" my dad scoffs, "he just doesn't talk...never has even when he came to us, he also has never shown his full face" I look over to see that he has a black mask covering the bottom half of his face. I walk over to him and wave my hand in front of his face. "So you really don't talk huh?" No answer.... I roll my eyes and reach for his mask. He instantly grabs my wrists and pulls them by my sides. I stand there with wide eyes as he walks to the other side of my dad's office. "Well this is going to be fun"I mutter sarcastically.

Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

!WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ---- There is this saying, or quote or whatever you want to call it, about love. "He set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her" I always thought that that was the only way to love. That that was what love was supposed to be like. Protected and warm. Let me just say, that quote is total bullshit. Love with him isn't like that at all. It's the complete opposite. He would set fire to everything, burn down all he has, including me. As long as I was in his arms at night. As long as I slept in his bed. The only thing that mattered to him, is that I was his, no matter how many times he hurt me. On purpose or by accident. It didn't matter. Because he would heal me. He was my healer. He was the only one who could heal the burns he made on my skin, because it was him. So yes, he set fire to the world around him, but he would let it consume me, only to save me just before I die and heal me the way only he could. ------- Cataleya Valentina Velez - A girl everyone seems to fall for, but all she's focused on is her study. What happens when she and her friend, Neveah Aurora North, end up in some trouble. Not just any trouble. Trouble with the Curzio's. ------- A lot of POVs between the girls! If you don't like stories with different POVs, then this story is not for you!

Highest Ranking: #1 on enemies #1 on lifeanddeath #3 on agents "I hate you." I breathe. "I hate you too." He says as he presses his lips against mine. * National Underground Protection Agency. NUPA. As its name suggests, is an agency that works in the shadows to protect the country and its citizens. When the sudden death of the Vice President of the United States causes an uproar, NUPA agents and archenemies Leah Beau and Mason Davis are assigned to investigate into the case named Case 92. Join Leah and Mason in an adventure with action, thrill, heartbreak and steamy romance.

"This... is wrong" He said between kisses but he didn't sound so convinced, at least not while his hand was still crawling up my bare ribcage and he could feel the goosebumps he was inducing all around my body. "Yes" I agreed in a minuscule voice, but my hands failed my words as I pulled at the roots of his hair and he grunted again. "Should we... stop" He managed as his mouth travelled towards one of my collarbones. I had already started shaking my head softly. "No" I gasped. • • • • Logan Mercier never thought she would find actual happiness, until she met David, and shortly after became engaged. Everything came crumbling down the night she discovered a horrible secret, involving her fiancée's company. Getting caught in the middle of a conspiracy, with the threat of not seeing the light of day again and having only one person within reach: a young guard whose humanity had been erased; Logan lost all hope of ever escaping... until she became his soft spot, with the power to bring him back.

"I don't give a fuck if you can't change rooms. I want you out of here 𝘯𝘰𝘸." He points to the door expecting me to go, but I don't, and he grows angrier. "Make me." I say the line that gets every guy fired up. I expect something like "I'm gonna take your phone and chuck it out the window if you don't get out." But the next thing that happens gets 𝘮𝘦 fired up. He walks over to me and slams me against the wall. His left hand is on the right side of my head and I let out a gasp but his right hand is gripping my throat. He's so close to me I can smell his cologne. His lips are inches away from mine. One more closer lean and we'll be kissing. His lips look so soft. Shut up. His dark grey eyes bore into my soul, and I swear I saw a hint of softness in them. I tilt my head and before I can say anything, his grip on my throat gets tighter. I squirm in his hold, but his grip doesn't get any loose. "Your pretty little mouth needs to know it's boundaries, hm?" As he speaks, his fresh minty breath fans out on my face. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓. A sweet lovely angel who'll do anything for you if she knows you're loyal. But don't take her for the innocent one. The comforting girlfriend who'll come to your house to watch movies when you're sick kinda vibe. Angel at day, slut at night type. 𝑨𝒙𝒆𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒆. A devil. Rude to everyone. Has no filter. Carefree. Stays loyal. Knows he's hot. "I'll kill him." The I hate everyone but you type. Disliking each other in high school and a dirty relationship which causes 2 completely different individuals to absolutely hate each other, are forced to share a dorm. But with circumstances that force them to discover who each other are, will they let down their guards? After all, opposites attract, right? An enemies to lovers. (somewhat) *WARNING* matur

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."