ENGLISH VERSION!!! Eris. A name that literally means chaos. Lyssa Laurent. A woman whom this name describes perfectly. If only Killian had known that before he got involved with her. But who would have expected that she would turn his life upside down?

"Name." "Emerson Prescott." "What do you want?" "I'm looking for someone." "Hire a P.I." "If only it were that simple Mr. Hitter." Silver Hitter smirks. "I take it there's more to it?" "Yes. I need to find someone and eliminate them. Contacts tell me that you're the only one who might be able to help me." "Give me a name, Prescott." "James. James Davenport." Hitter meets Crow's gaze and she shakes her head, ready to object but he holds up a finger. "James Davenport you say? What about her?" "Find her and get rid of her for me." Hitter arranges a price with the mystery male, he's heard nothing about, then hangs up and places his phone aside. "Crow, tell me who the hell Emerson Prescott is and why he just hired an assassin to kill a Davenport?" ..... James Davenport, skilled hitwoman and assassin. It would make sense for anyone to want her dead but at the same time...who the hell are you to put a hit on a Davenport? Silver Hitter, also a skilled hitman and assassin. He was asked many years ago to watch James' back so now when her name makes its way into his hitlist, he has to figure out who the hell had the guts to put a target on her back. James is irked by the masked man who enters her life without warning, and it doesn't help that her past seems to suddenly want to get to know her. What if he's not the worst thing to happen to her afterall once they start getting to know each other? James Davenport, the blonde he saw from behind the lense of a rifle for ten years now before his eyes. So, what happens now? •TW• Guns. Murder.

The best agents are the ones who don't question orders. They lack their own morals and trust their directors in the same way a dog trusts its master. Amber Knight is one of those agents. After being sent on a mission to retrieve rogue agent Derek Barnes, Agent Knight finds herself stranded across the sea with the arrogant, flirtatious traitor with one order: bring him back ALIVE. But there's something wrong. Barnes doesn't resist Amber's efforts in dragging him across the country as another group of pursuers chases the two in an effort to dispose of herself and Barnes. She soon discovers that the people in her life may not be as trust-worthy as they appear. And, with dozens of lives hanging in the balance, Amber is forced into a position where she must make her own rules and become her own master. REVIEWS: "From great grammar to an extraordinary plot line, this book honestly deserves everything." - @filletetlivre "Thank you so much for writing this book. It has been a blast to read." - @geekgurl24 "This is like the best pace of a love story yet!" - @fanfics_anon Book I in the Agent Rogue Series Cover by @E_A_Hard Word Count: 110,000 - 120,000

"Your mine" He growled, slamming his fists into the tree that was currently behind me I swallowed hard and looked down to the ground avoiding looking at his golden eyes that shined threw the darkness of the forest. "All mine" He whispered before his teeth sank into my neck #963 In Werewolf #636 In Werewolf @JADEsilentBLUE cover

"She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the classroom. "Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before. "Don't talk about that," Indianna said, her voice was still quiet but it was firm. "Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson wondered and smirked. "Somebody likes it kinky." * Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She was always the one that stayed in the background. She blended in, never got noticed. She liked it like that. So when she's forced to move schools, she is not happy. Everyone notices a new kid, she didn't want that attention. Especially not from Mr Bad Boy who seemed to be very interested in her. COMPLETE ! Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf Sequel: Defeated Prequel: Confident *This is being edited*

Atlas saves Jolene one day and develops an irrational love, which later causes chaos in her world. His extreme obsession turns him into a stalker with only one goal in mind: owning Jolene Hansley. After months of randomly meeting Atlas everywhere she went, Jolene travels to Italy for a business meeting. She meets Dario Romano, the Italian Mafia Don, to discuss a business contract, but then Atlas shows up. A hero can turn into a villain, and a villain can turn into a hero. ~~~ *Warning: Vulgar Language, Violent Acts, Spicy Scenes (not explicit)* All Rights Reserved August 2022

"Shift." His voice hit me like a serrated blade as he stepped out of the crude semicircle of hardened wolves that had formed around me. I pushed myself off of the cold floor for what felt like the thousandth time that day, wiping the small trail of blood coming off of my lip and down my chin. "I won't ask you again." My limbs felt like lead, these wolves had been at me for hours trying to get me to shift into my wolf, unbeknown to them was that their efforts would forever be futile considering the fact my wolf wouldn't make an appearance for me even when I begged. I seriously doubted she would suddenly pop up as a result of their abusive tactics. Instead of explaining my circumstances, driven by a bizarre combination of adrenaline and fatigue, I leaned back on my heels and sent the largest loogie I'd ever conjured flying over and landing squarely between the eyes of the man before me. oOoOoOoOoOo As a late bloomer who was incapable of shifting yet, let alone making any contact with her wolf, Olive Ludovic's life was not off to the best start. Growing up, constantly being tormented and taunted by those around her forced Olive to grow a tough skin and work even harder, despite the fact she was without her wolf. When her home is taken over by a dark pack, life seems to only get worse for Olive as it is quickly discovered that her mate is none other than Matteo, the Alpha of the very pack that was terrorizing her people. It seems to her, that life is just a little bit easier for Olive the Other Werewolves. oOoOoOo hello! just fyi there will be mature language and content as the book progresses so i'm letting ya know now ;) HIGHEST WEREWOLF RANKING = 2, LOVE RANKING = 3 (out of 1.8 million books XD), MAGIC RANKING = 1, ROMANCE RANKING = 1 (out of 1.5 million books XD), VAMPIRE RANKING =1!

Kindhearted Rose, was just a woman that was blessed with captivating, beautiful looks and the ability to tremendously bake and cook. She was only supposed to be locking up the bakery until a drunk and confused Greek God stumbled into her shop. Cristiano Rossi, the infamous and alluring brother of a notorious mafia leader. He was a dashing businessman at day, but a dangerous, mighty underground boxer at night. After spending a long, eventful night in a cafe with a woman he barely knew, the player didn't expect to meet her again, especially begging for help in a cold, misty alleyway where he had just committed murder. Saving damsels in distress wasn't something Cristiano thought he would end up doing either, or even becoming roommates with an attractive woman to keep her safe. Four charming guys, a rustic loft over a boxing ring, an irresistible woman, illegal secrets, some sparks of love, and a few enemies: What could possibly go wrong? Cover by: @mayamarip0sa (Thank You!) First Written: February First Published: Early June

Rosalina, 24 year old whose family was just killed by her abusive Fiancé, escapes to New York where she gets sent to live with old best friend and Mafia Boss, Alec Salvatore. 27 year old Alec, a cold and dark man who would stop at nothing to have things his way. He was cruel and manipulative but when Rose got involved, that all changed. Not knowing that she might've traded one problem for an even bigger one. "No strings attached." He licks his lips and I don't think I've ever wanted anything more then I do right now. "No feelings." I add. "Good because I can't get your pretty little body out of my head." He growls, placing more kisses to my jawline. He can't get me out of his head. I suppress a smile from spreading on my lips. "So is that a yes?" He reaches down under my shirt, grabbing my breast. My back arches, slightly for him. God, this isn't good....but it feels too good to stop. His hands feel so intoxicating on my body. I just want more. More touching, more of him. "Rosalina, I need words." He demands, kissing me. Placing my arms around his neck as I play with his hair, "What would happen if I said yes?" I tease. "It means you are mine to please and vice versa. Something we both want." He says, his body towering over mine. Both want.... His hands on my breast, kneading and playing with me. I feel like I'm going to explode. "No strings attached." I reiterate, my lips lingering right below his. "No feelings'.' He responds, almost too quickly. "Think you can handle that?" "Yes.'' I lied. We both did. All rights reserved.

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.