A girl who talks too much. A man who barely speaks. A beginning that already feels like trouble. Isla Bennett has always been easy to read, easy to love, and impossible to silence, drifting through life with a kind warmth. Rafe Costello is the complete opposite, a CEO built on control and silence, someone who keeps his distance because it's easier than letting anyone get close enough to matter. What begins as reluctant proximity between them, slowly turns into something neither of them can seem to stay away from. But the question is.. how does a man who trusts nothing learn to trust someone like her? And how does a girl who feels everything, handle the one person she cannot quite figure out? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He shook his head slightly. But lifted his arm anyway. She spun again, laughing louder this time, and when she looked back at him he was watching her carefully. He muttered quietly under his breath. "You're trouble." Isla blinked at him, before soon smiling with a wide grin. "I'll take that as a compliment." ------------------------------------------------------------------ -SEQUEL TO 'MR.SERIOUS'-

Two years of secret calls. One long distance love. A plane ticket to a new world. Lilith thought she was surprising her boyfriend for their anniversary. Instead, she walked right into a betrayal she never saw coming. Stranded in a country she doesn't know and miles away from her home, Lilith is forced to survive on her own. But when she runs into a man who is as grumpy as he is mysterious, she realizes that sometimes, getting lost is the only way to be found. Tropes in this story:- - Grumpy×sunshine -green flag male and female lead - age-gap -he falls first and harder

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

Florence Graham is sweet, innocent, and bubbly. Although she has such a sweet soul, she's keeping a dark secret. Francisco De Santis is cruel, merciless, and mysterious. All his life he's felt like he's missing something. She needs help. But he needs her.

Arabella by @_tetris_ (reuploaded) I do not own or take credit for this story.

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐭." Starved and desperate, Mari Milch, a daughter of a late reverend accepts a caretaker position for a blind and grumpy middle-aged man in a reclusive estate. She knew the job isn't going to be easy, yet is it too much to ask for the man to treat her decently?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 Being a college student and juggling between work schedules is hard as is, when 𝘒𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 discovers his new profound love, his baby Nia. COPYRIGHT © ALYZA 2024

#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.