Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are the only family she knows. That is until someone frames her with the CPS and she gets taken away to live with her biological family. Enter the Italian mafia. 5 more overprotective brothers who finally got their little sister home in New York. Carlotta faces a new life with a new family, will she ever see her adoptive brothers again? Or will she replace them with her biologicals? What happens when she meets a boy who catches her eye? ~~~ "Car." He cuts me off, taking a step towards me, "Nothing about you could ever bother me." He says, lifting a hand to cup one of my cheeks. "Apart from your bratty attitude, but you'll learn." He adds on at the end nonchalantly smirking down at me as his hand slides from my cheek to my throat. TW: Mentions of abuse, rape, violent scenes and SMUT

She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when she was little and she has six older brothers. Now that she has to go live with them, she can sense they're all hiding something from her. But what could it be?

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Je vis dans un monde où les créatures surnaturelles existent. Je m'appelle Louna et je suis seule. Je n'ai pas vraiment de famille ni d'amis car je les fais tous fuir à cause de mes yeux , vous vous demandez sûrement pourquoi ? C'est très simple, car mes yeux ne sont pas comme vous... Je suis à la recherche de mon passé depuis déjà dix ans quand un jour mon destin bascula. Je fus transférée dans une école où à ce moment là je ne me doutais pas de se qu'il allait se passer. Dans cette école qui paraissait chic au premier regard, je découvris pour la première fois en dix ans ma véritable nature qui se rapproche de plus en plus de mon passé tant attendu. #16 le 01/07 #12 le 09/07

Dans un monde où les femmes ne sont que les porteuses des générations futures, sans droit, ni choix. Danae, jeune fille intelligente va passer le GeX, test permettant de classer les femmes selon leurs potentiels de création. Merci à @AngelGraphic pour ce magnifique cover.

Après avoir échappé à son ennemi le plus redoutable : le virus, qu'est-ce qu'Erin va devoir affronter, cette fois-ci ? L'homme n'est pas son seul ennemi. Elle devra apprendre à combattre ses propres démons, délaisser la prison qu'est le passé, et devenir l'antipode de la fille qu'elle était il y a quelques mois. Cependant, ses nouvelles péripéties vont dévoiler bien des mystères. Et si pendant tout ce temps, elle se battait au côté du mauvais camp ?

Éloïse Malli est une jeune fille particulière, sortie du tourment de harcèlement par la seule force de ses bras... littéralement! Fuie à cause de son sale caractère, Éloïse est seule, ce qui en apparence, ne la dérange pas tant que ça. Mais une rencontre improbable fera sacrément bouger son quotidien ennuyeux. Pourtant frôler la mort n'a pas dû suffire puisque le destin s'acharne sur elle et va emmener cette jeune fille à la rencontre du passé... Et quand je dis "passé ", je fais bien référence au passé disons... moyenâgeux . Alors, suivez-la dans son rôle auprès de sa majesté et découvrez quels secrets cachent se décor de velours rouge et or. =============== Attention, cette histoire peu contenir des scènes de violences. Elle est donc déconseillée aux moins de 13 ans

Qui ne connait pas la fin, des deux plus grands amants de l'histoire. Deux êtres s'aimant si fort, qu'à défaut de pouvoir le vivre, préférèrent la mort. L'histoire de Roméo et Juliette n'est plus à conter. Mais si elle n'avait pas de fin, et que nous pouvions la continuer ? Deux âmes si profondément liées, qu'à travers les âges, elles se sont retrouvées. Des histoires différentes mais tout aussi passionnantes. Et un destin si cruel que la fin n'a jamais changée. Qu'en sera-t-il cette fois-ci ? On dit que tout est écrit. Sauront-ils changer cela ? Pour la vampire et le loup, la fin se verra-t-elle modifiée ? Nous verrons si contre le destin, ils sauront aller. --------------------------------------------- Tous droits réservés. Aucun plagiat ne sera toléré. Attention également, l'inspiration a ses limites. Des sanctions pénales seront prises si nécessaires. Ceci est le premier tome des deux livres composant la série "Notre destinée".