Raven Young, twenty-five year old hitman. Her resting bitch face and cold demeanor says all that she wants you to know about her. Scarlet Flanning, a twenty-three year old photographer who just moved to NYC. She's kind, adventurous, and sometimes shy. Two complete opposites start to care for one another, what could go wrong?

I could feel the thick, wet mud sink as my boots trudged over the brown blanket that covered the portion of forest I found myself in and the half full moon lit my path to camp. I have to admit it sometimes sucks being born a rouge, we are born to be bereft of purpose and abandon to die a meaningless death. As a rouge I will live purposeless, remain homeless, be mateless, die alone. Fuck that, if I can stop any of that it's my purpose, rouges fight packs, packs lose loved ones and retaliate, rouges die and seek retribution and the cycle continues, but if a rouge kills a rouge it's all good, I slow down this cycle. A rouge who hunts rouges. My life will have meaning, my life is mine, my death will come without sorrow. I am conflict given breath. I am death taken form. I am Mars. Awesome cover made by @xLittleMissFreakShow.

She stepped closer and my breath hitched in my throat. Her fingers trailed up my arm leaving a line of goosebumps. I closed my eyes when a deep stinging pain shot straight through my neck making me wince in pain. Her lips came closer to my ear, I can still feel her finger nails burried in my skin "I want what's mine" --------Warning, Sexual content--------

"It feels as if I'm searching for a heart that's worlds a-fucking-way Harmonia!" "Because you are my love..."

When a world of Mafia Leaders and Drug Lords collide, the 2 beauties must keep their lives in a cage, and away from the naked eye. While also fighting the lust for love... A twisted and Oblivious Bonnie and Clyde Girl x Girl

There's only two things keeping Almenira going in her gilded cage that is the mind-numbingly boring suburban town of Melhearst: The copious amount of stars she can see in the night sky and the breathtaking blue in her beautiful, way-beyond-her-league-and-age, neighbor's eyes. As Almenira begins to grow closer to the woman who lives across the street, cracks begin to appear on what seems to be a facade and she can't help but wonder if she's fallen in love with a carefully crafted character who just may be the villain. If so, she's determined to find out exactly who the woman is and most importantly, if she's still willing to love her. //Rated M//

She gripped his collar with both hands and tugged him forward. Snap. He went in for the kiss. Snap. Their lips met and I felt all of my financial problems just instantly dissipate. Snap. *** For Luciana Fields, taking pictures is a lifestyle: a hobby, a job, a future. Working for the paparazzi had never posed much of a moral dilemma for her; it paid the bills, and that was really all that mattered. But when Luciana meets Jamie West, things begin to change. Suddenly she's stuck battling her moral conscience and her financial problems and she's willing to do anything to avoid choosing a side, including act as Jamie's personal assistant. What she initially deems a job to pay the bills becomes so much more. With every menial task comes a piece of the puzzle that is Jamie West's life. It's up to Luciana to put them all together and discover new perspectives on her own life along the way.

"What did I tell you about taking your top off during dances?" I flinch at her tone but still answer immediately. "Not to." "And what did you do?" "I took it off. Val I'm sorry I-" Her hand on my throat squeezes hard before she speaks. "You best enjoy the rest of your night cause when you get home you're in for it bambina." * * * * * * * * * * * * Isabella Creed is a 22 year old stripper. Stripping or most would say her body is the reason she isn't on the streets. Every man and woman married or single in the city of New York knows of the brunette beauty. They see her but she doesn't see them. That is until she locks eyes with a silver eyed mystery of a woman. Valentina Ferrari is a dirty Owner and business women of Ferrari Captive Inc with too many ties to the underworld. She gets what she wants even if it means using force. She's always in control from work to the sheets. People say she has a temper span smaller than the streak of silver in her midnight black hair. When she sees the brunette goddess everyone speaks of she knows her next toy she'll play with. What happens when Valentina becomes fond of the girl and wants only to protect her? What happens when Isabella stops trying to escape Vals steel grip on her and instead finds comfort in it?

"I know you lie.You think we don't?"She whispered in a low.Her fingers ran down my bottom lip that was between my teeth, her usually deep blue eyes darkening like a shadow.She sighed deeply onto my lips, "In fact...I see right through you."She smirked, her voice lightly raspy at the end. My breathing was uneven, my entire body felt weak.Even her speaking made me nervous, while her words came out so dangerously natural and calm. "But we don't want to get you more shy than you already are, do we? Trust me, we know what you saw in your dreams, pretty girl.And that's nothing compared to what we are capable of."She glanced down at my lips lastly, slowly stepping back as her warmth completely left me. I felt like my nonexistent heart raced uncontrollably. I exhaled shakily, not daring to look at other two, cause I'm pretty sure I would be more mess under their gaze. ⚠️MATURE CONTENT⚠️

Greta is gone. War has broken out. The Goddess wants Judith to bring order to chaos- but all she wants is to bring Greta back home. *This is the sequel to Unholy