"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

Rose Amor is the school nerd. She wears big black glasses and keeps her long black hair in a ponytail. She stays out of drama and keeps to herself. She knows that's the only way to hide from her past, so she's happy like that. No risks = no trouble. Ryder Brown is the school's new student, soon to be the schools, bad boy. He wears his pants low, fights anyone who starts anything with him and uses girls like he uses tissues. Running one of the world's most powerful gangs, he doesn't care. So what happens when Rose and him meet? What happens when the nerd gets bold and the bad boy gets possessive? Formerly known as 'My Bad Boy' *not cliche at all **a book for not normal people. ***Like normal people won't like this. I think. Highest rank: #2 teen fiction #1 teen #1 drama #18 romance. #1 nerd #1 badass #1 youngadult #6 humor #32 love

[18+ only, Mature Content] "Stop looking for a fight, angel, before I handcuff you to this bed and leave you here." "I'd scream," I warned him. "That would add the story of us f*cking." I held myself back from taking his gun and shooting him and gave him a fake smile. "I really dislike you." "It didn't stop you from moaning." * MALIA has one job. Follow the assassin called GHOST, find out who Sinners are, uncovering their plan. It was a simple order. But late nights, fights and the tension only lead to feelings and a desire that should be forbidden. Involves gangs, drugs, murder and sex. ENTERED IN WATTYS2019 04/06/19 STEAM & SMOKE by NŸX©️copyright #1 FBIagent #1 projectbadboys #4 badboy #1 gang #1 boy

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

I was just minding my own business, painting the walls outside the high school I went to, with spray paint. Okay maybe it's called graffiti, but I don't care. Either way, the cops came at the worst time, and I did what any rational person would do. I ran to the parking lot, broke into the only car in the lot, and sped out of there as fast as I could. Only problem was, I didn't realize there was someone sleeping in the back seat. • Damien Asher is the most feared Gang Leader to the Asher Noir Gang, so when he wakes up to someone driving his car like a madman, he was to kill them. That's until he notices it's a beautiful girl covered in paint, well that and the fact the cops are currently chasing them. So he does what he thinks is best; he kidnaps the girl who kidnapped him first.

I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

"You're staring at him again," Valentina sighs. "Hm?" I responded, not catching on to what Valentina was inferring. She tugs on my arm and shakes her head, chuckling. "You were staring at Mateo." She takes a sip of her coffee, looking up at me. "I'm not," I reply, "I was just daydreaming in his direction, it's his fault for sitting there." "Then why was there that look on your face just now?" "What?" I turn to her and she raises an eyebrow, "What look, Val?" "You look a certain way when you see him," Val pauses, to turn towards Mateo who was laughing at some joke Diego made, "You look at him as if he's some sort of new high-tech gun." "And?" Valentina sips her coffee, grinning at me, "You love guns." Maliyah is a tough nut to crack. She was brought up for her shell to never crack, never to let anyone walk through the door that leads to her heart, which is why she vows to only fuck, never to open that door leading to a relationship. But Mateo has a way of doing things, he always manages to succeed in everything. When he finds that it might not be as easy to get into Maliyah's heart, he just broke down the door leading to it. REWRITE IN PROGRESS *if you are reading this book somewhere other than Wattpad, you are possibly at serious risk of a malware attack and it has been stolen from me. if you'd like to read safely you can follow this link : https://www.wattpad.com/story/258799114-my-mafian-intern.Keep safe!* Rankings: #1 in hotromance #5 in exciting #3 in assassin #1 in action romance #2 in interesting

"I'm so sorry mom I got hel-"a voice calls before stopping when they look at me and I look back at him "You" we say at the same time earning an eye roll from me,I hate this kid already wtf is he even doing here? "I see you've already met" my dad says after clearing his throat "No never met her" the idiot says to quick "Fucking"*cough*"dickhead" "Bella"my dad says through his gritted teeth making me smirk not as bothered "I think we should make our way to our table" mr black says pulling us away from our staring contest "Our?, I think you're mistaken I don't share tables with pricks"I scoff What happens when she has a lot to deal with but a certain mafia leader won't leave her alone... WARNING ⚠️ • Mature language • Mature content Started: 27th April 2020 Finished: Goals‼️: • 500 ✔️ • 1k ✔️ • 5k ✔️ • 10k ✔️ • 15k ✔️ • 20k ✔️ •

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

Grace was an ordinary girl... Sike. This isn't one of those stories. Meet Grace Belmonte, who belongs to one of the biggest gangs in Italy. She's well known for her smart mouth, racing, bad-ass fighting and now the target on her back... After killing three of the Italian Mafia's best men, she unintentionally caught the attention of Antonio Romero; the Mafia's ruthless leader. And now he wants her... - - - He let go of my hands to cup my ass and I kissed him once again, my hands tangled in his black hair. We finally broke apart, his forehead leaning on mine. "Vuoi tornare a casa mia? (Wanna go back to my place?)", he asked me with a smirk. "Sì. (Yes.)", I breathed. He let go of me and stepped back, giving me just enough time to punch him in the stomach and run back to my car. - Warning: Strong language and mature scenes!