Kiara is an assassin. Born in the industry, she knows her work better than anyone else and she's the best that her clan has. Kiara has never failed a mission in her life and never plans to. But this mission is different than the others. More difficult - dangerous, even. Her newest task was to get rid of the Prime Minister of England's son, Niklaus St. Clair. At first it seemed easy to her seeing how she has killed many presidents and prime ministers, and many of their eldest sons, so why was this one so different? Besides his face of zero flaws, and his muscular body and rock-hard abs, and that oh-so-sexy accent she involuntarily fall for - oh, and the fact he has many dark secrets of his own. She calls him an arrogant brute. He calls her his feisty kitten. So what happens when their first encounter ends up with her trapped between a wall and his body instead?

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

♛COMPLETE Dark Billionaire Romance♛ "He bathes in blood and diamonds. If only I knew it was my blood he was hunting for." Souline Arden is an intellectual, always calculating the precise decisions that will benefit her future. After graduating university at the top of her class, she applies for the personal assistant position at Lodge Industries, eager to develop some business insight. But at first glance, she realizes that her cold and calculating boss is anything but merciful. Daniel Lodge has a plan, one he is determined to execute regardless of its sacrifices. That is how he was, ruthless, cunning, emotionless. A monster, one that doesn't hide in the dark. She wasn't supposed to enter his life, she was supposed to stay away. But he's found her, and he has no plans to let her go. When you have as much money as Daniel Lodge, you don't play by the rules, you make them. And from the moment Souline saw him, she knew there was no escape. He made her his, and set out to break her. After all, Daniel Lodge always gets what he wants, even if that meant blackmailing Souline into marriage. And revenge is a twisted game, one he will forever regret. But their marriage was doomed from the start. Why? Because it was all a lie. ••• Deep In His Soul is a twist of Beauty and The Beast. It is a dark, forced marriage story intended for mature, adult audiences as it contains dark and explicit content.

Arranged to marry a rich guy she has never heard of, because she never watched all the gossip channels or TV in general. Cara Winters comes home after a hard day of working at the cafe, only to have her father tell her that she was getting married in just two weeks to a guy she didn't know existed up until that moment. And she has no way of opting out, because she would then have to pay a large sum of money that she cannot come up with even if she had more than one lifetime. Zander Morreti could not believe his ears when his father looked at him impassively, as he told him that he was going to get married in just two weeks. He had never in his life imagined that he would get married at such a young age let alone an arranged marriage to a waitress. IT'S THE 21ST CENTURY!! Who does that? Apparently his father and he had no option if he ever wanted to inherit the company. ............ ...he could not believe she had caught him just when he had succumbed to the advances of his secretary!! He got to their room only to find only most of her things missing. As he collapsed on the bed, something caught his eye. On the dresser was a white paper. He quickly picked it up and what he saw almost gave him a heart attack. In his hand was an ultrasound with his wife's name on it. ............ ...he could not believe she had caught him just when he had succumbed to the advances of his secretary!! He got to their room only to find only most of her things missing. As he collapsed on the bed, something caught his eye, a white paper, he quickly picked it up and what he saw almost gave him a heart attack. In his hand was an ultrasound with his wife's name on it. Cover by; @fandomacc

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

[Completed] [EDITED] *REALLY MATURE THEME* *MIGHT TRIGGER SOME* Jaxon Hunt. Gangster. Fighter. Player. Drug dealer. Jordan Johnson. Starting college. Sweet, sometimes. Smart mouth. Makes friends everyday without trying. And keeps Jaxon coming back for her. She makes him want to have her by his side the whole time and gets very possessive of her. •••••••••• "I can easily kill you. You don't know my life and you don't know what I live for. And you don't know what I do. So I can easily kill you with this." Then out of the blue he pulled out a gun. A fuckin gun. My eyes grew huge and held the knife tighter. "Get out." I hissed. He smirked then place the gun next to my head. "Now why would I want to leave?" "Because it's my house and I'm kicking you out." Then I placed the knife on his stomach. He looked down and then looked back at me. His smirk grew bigger. "Want to play that game?"... *highest rank so far- number 3 (08-23-17)* *needs tissues and torches later on* *Mature theme* *Cussing*

I love running. I can't remember a time where my feet digging into the ground and the wind blowing against my face didn't bring me a sense of comfort. It was the only thing that I was good at. Maybe one day I'd beat the record of the fastest runner and become something of myself. It was just a dream, but I was one to chase my dreams. I've been doing It for a long time now. I was something special in my 12th grade year. The fastest female runner on campus, but at Lincoln university I was just another runner. Most of the track runners there could beat me in under 20 seconds if they tried hard enough. I had to work even harder. I wasn't cool anymore I wasn't special. In fact if being a freshman wasn't already bad enough, I'm pretty sure I was the odd girl out at Lincoln university. I had no friends and nobody from my high school got transfers here so I was pretty much all alone. That is if you count having a college bully as the only person to talk to. Her name was Bailey Anders and I wasn't sure what I did to make her hate me so much but she did. And she made sure I knew. Actually She made sure everyone knew. But after a while I simply stopped paying attention to her threats and hurtful comments and started to pay attention to other things. Like the smell of her raven black hair and the way she smiled which was a rare sight to see. Considering the only time she smiled was when she was ruining my freshman year. It took a while but I did notice it.. Not when it first started though, Maybe a few weeks in. It got to a point to where I wasn't sure if I was letting Bailey win or if the cold hearted girl had always been my runner up. But I was no longer racing to win. I was no longer chasing my dreams. I was chasing Bailey.