"Fuck you!" I hissed as he held me back from punching him. For a split second his grip loosened, giving me the opportunity to slap him again - yet as soon as I tried to hit him, he swiftly pushed me backwards, causing my back to collide with the wall. Still struggling, I looked up to see his obsidian eyes piercing into my own before he quickly cupped my face and roughly pressed his lips against mine.' Sixteen year old Louise 'Lou" Whitlock was minding her own business when a sudden turn of events hurls her in debt with hot headed Zachary Caldwell, the twenty four year old owner of the well-known Ebony Records company. However, after their initial hatred for one another, it becomes clear there's something more than what meets the eye between them, smouldering beneath the surface. With a large age gap, various love interests and many other obstacles to overcome, will they manage to stay together?

A MAFIA ROMANCE ________________ "Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off" ________________ The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time. Lucien O'Rhileys lust for revenge and power burns just a hot as Kiaras lust for freedom. His heart is as dark as the evil in his eyes, as he swore he was incapable of love. But his curiosity for the little minx he married seemed to grow till he couldn't stop it. But You know what they say -Curiosity killed the cat- She might not have been born into the mafia But she sure as hell belonged there. _________________ "I used to finger myself in the shower... while I thought about what your dick could do to me, " • "I am your very own alcoholic princess" • "I am falling down the path of the mafia...damn. But is it still wrong even though it feels so right?" [Not edited] -Mature Content-

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.*

*Completed* I turned to see Trever leaning against the doorway of the garage with his hands in his pockets. "I appreciate you treating my sister good but... I'm tired of you. Go away before I attack you." And before I figure out my conflicted feelings. "Your hair is falling out of its tie, and you're covered in grass clippings. I must say, Troy really matches you, doesn't he?" Rage surfaced, not just because of that comment. "You have three seconds to run before I use this hammer on you." I growled. With an irritating, yet attractive smirk, Trever left. -------------- Marley Seltora and Trever Blackwood have been enemies since they met in the six grade. Until they get stranded together for an entire night. After that... things are different.

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

"So this was all just a game to you . . .this whole time, you pretended to like me in order to humiliate me in front of the entire school?" An air of melancholia surrounded me, eyes watery like never before. "Were your feelings for me ever real?" There wasn't even a trace of an apologetic expression on his features as he tucked his hands in his pockets, before he gave a nonchalant shrug. The sudden urge for revenge became a prominent priority. He regarded me passively. "It's not my fault that you fell for me in the first place." he justified as he advanced my way, closing the gap between us. Unstably, I strode backwards on the concrete. ". . .stay back." I whimpered. "You're nothing but cold hearted." ·•● Two years ago, Emery Roy was tragically exposed to what some could call an intense betrayal all thanks to the originator - Dean Darnell. Everything went downward spiral after they started dating. What appeared to be a match-made in heaven, turned from blissful to disastrous the moment Dean humiliated Emery in front of the entire school, leaving her completely heartbroken. So to avoid him at all cost, she did what any person would do: transfer school. Fast forward two years later. What happens when she's returning back to Roosevelt High, for the first time during senior year? She only has a few tasks: avoid Dean and face her obstacles. The only question is will she succeed or will she get fooled again? Highest Rankings : | Teen Fiction #5 | | Romance #24 | | Basketball #1 | | Drama #2 | August 8th, 2020 | Humor #3 | September 6th, 2021 WARNING: Contains Uncensored Language Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2014

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"You broke my first rule," I whispered in her left ear as I pulled down her underwear under the table slowly with my hungry fingers. "Why are you wearing underwear around me?" "Behave, Please..." Her voice quivered by the pleasure between her legs, begging her throat not to let out deep moans in front of her parents. "I'll punish you later." In her parents' eyes, I'm the perfect kid. In their daughter's bedroom, I'm the worst criminal. Dark secrets, critical past. My dirty wishes are her nightmares. { #4- Chicklit } { #9- Young Adult } { #4 - New adult } { # 40 - Teen Fiction} { # 1- Sexual } { # 7- Short-story } { #28- Romance } { #8 - Teen Romance } { #1 - Teenagers }