Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Kinsley Wright didn't come from money, but her friendship with Mafia princess, Adriana Romano, flung her into a lavish world that was luxurious and intimidating all wrapped into one. When she gains the attention of wealthy mafia bad boys, Dane Moretti and Tyson Santoro, her world is knocked off it's axis and seems to stop turning all together. As her feelings grow for both deliciously dangerous men, Kinsley feels forced to choose between them, but what if she doesn't have to? What if they are ready and willing to share her...to make her theirs?

Arian Moore is living a life of hell. Married to an abusive top dog Lawyer, she has never felt more alone in her life. But when she meets Aiden Emerson, she feels a new sort of hope for a better life. But Aiden has some secrets of his own. He has blood on his hands and a dark and dangerous ethic. "I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea about me," Aiden's brows furrowed as he watched me with concern. I gave him a little shrug and grinned. "I don't think bad of you. Honest. You can sleep with whoever you want." His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared down at me. The green in his gaze became darker and he subtly shook his head. "Not whoever I want." Mature/graphic content. Assault Rape Domestic violence. Read at your own risk! Cover and graphics created by @Ashley_mariex ❤️ Copyright ©️

✓ COMPLETED ✓ Started: 16th OCT 2020 Finished: 14th FEB 2021 EDITING! Finally out of the orphanage, Arabella needs to find a job with a good pay that she'll be able to provide for herself. When young Italian millionaire, Vincenzo Varallo hires her to be his personal assistant she has to try and ignore his charms to focus on her job as well as find out where she came from. *+*+* "Mr Varallo," I begin slowly. "Our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional." I protest pushing his body away from mine but that just seemed to make him want to come closer. "I'm your boss, right?" He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. I nod my head only because I'm afraid a squeak may exit my mouth. "Then I order you to go on your knees and suck." He smirks. *+*+* #1 Explicitlanguage - 13|01|21 #1 Don 24|02|21 #1 Darkromance 01|03|21 #1 Mob - 06|03|21 #2 Gắng - 11|04|21 #2 Hate - 22|04|21 #2 Boyxgirl - 23|04|21 #1 Lust - 27|04|21 #1 Gắng - 18|07|21

Out of everyone she chooses him. Out of everyone he chooses her. *** Dawn and Jake despise each other, but the sexual tension continues to eat away at them both. One thing leads to another and they make a Benefits deal. Not friends nor enemies. Just benefits. Through the benefits deal they begin to open to one another, and find out horrid things from each other's past. Like why does Dawn have a scar on her head? And why does Jake wear sunglasses all the time? - TW: there are sexual content, sexual assault and of rape.

An independent girl and an misunderstood boy meet. What will happen next? ***Mature sexual content. Please read at own risk!***

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!

What happened to me is something I could never have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I mean, no one really wakes up in the morning and expects to find a person you connect with so much, and feel a shared magnetism for that it may have you re-evaluating whether you believe in love at first sight. It's even more bizarre that this person is one of the most recognisable people on the planet. One should think of me as so lucky. All I ask is Pretty Please, Don't Pinch Me.. because this is one dream I don't want to wake up from. Ava Sinclair considered herself to be quite a regular twenty year old. That is right up until she runs into one of the most publicly lusted after men. Juggling work, friends and family is hard enough, so when she is thrust into the public eye in such an impromptu manner, she must learn to deal with all the add ons. Yet something much larger and something she doesn't quite understand emerges and she begins to lose all sense of reality. Cover created by the lovely @Ayiah_Jaddo Copyright © 2014 WordsWithGem All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...