[BOOK 1] [NOT EDITED] ❝if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?❞ she had the perfect life, with ideal parents, loving family however that came to an end when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. at the pure age of nine, she started dealing with abuse. her father became an alcoholic and drug addict. she was bullied in school by multiple people but she never talked back. you can say she was under this illusion that she deserved everything she was getting because of her father. until one day. he never had the perfect life. his father is a complete piece of shit that he had to tolerate till this day. he spoke back and wouldn't take his shit anymore. the only reason he was still talking to his father was because of his mother and little sister. many traumatic things happened to him, which was the start of his anger issues. he didn't know if he could be tamed. he speaks rudely to her and she doesn't respond. ❝mine.❞

The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly. What is this? "Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later." Later...what more is left of this night. *** Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader. Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war. When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife. ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

"So goddamn tiny," He muttered to himself, making a blush rise to Freya's cheeks. "I am not," She defended herself quietly. "You're just huge." ~🎀~ Freya Karol was the epitome of innocence. She was small, sheltered, and fiercely protected by her millionare father. Going out after 8pm was a no. Drinking alcohol or doing drugs was a no. Skipping school without reason was a no. And boys were a big no. But if there was one thing that attracted Falcon Anders, it was innocence. ~🎀~ "All the synonyms of perfect. This book is absolutely beautiful, the plot, the writing and the characters are so addicting. Literally fell in love within reading the first paragraph of the book. I honestly truly hope you update more often, because you're very talented and this book is literally beautiful💙" - Najma Copyright © 2019 N.E. Lorimer All rights reserved.

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

"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.)

They believed she was psychotic, He believed she was different. They saw crazy, He saw innocence. She doesn't know why she belongs here, He knows she belongs to him. " Don't worry babygirl I got you........" *****This was one of my first books on Wattpad so please spare me. I know it isn't high-quality reading as it was very rushed so don't be triggered when we jump from plot to plot.***** WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Queen of his Heart. ~A novella by Nasreen Akther. ___________________________________________________ Description.... He is the King. The leader and present head of every sector of earth whom everybody had to obey, be it werewolves or humans. In the time of chaos, he brought light to the war crazed and protected the earth inhabitants from massacre. Everyone thought of him then as a Savior. The Light. But he turned to be the king of manipulation and darkness. He fed on evil to bring down destruction. Nobody on the whole of the all realms can be as Bloodthirsty and Cruel than him. People's life meant nothing to his Psycho manipulative mind. Until she came. A naive beauty who didn't understand bloodlust. So his crazy blood killings turned into magic to amuse her. To keep her enchanted in the magic woven little world he made for her. She meant everything to him. The very core of his shrouded existence was her. Fate forbid, if he lost her, which he won't ever let happen, the whole world will be crying in the face of his chaos and destruction. Cause he cared for none. Only her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You were warned you fools, The Prophecy of my imergence was revealed by your ancestors. But you all chose to neglect and forget it. So I came back to take my throne.... BUT don't ever and ever forget, That now I have a Queen. And the moment she fidgets in discomfort because of you measly mortals, your whole existence will be veiled with the melting lava of cruel darkness. ~ King Azazel, the strongest ruler in history of Earth. The story is a product wholly based on the imagination of the author. It has no intent to insult or oppose any religion or belief. This is a fictional story made for the sole purpose of reading.

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺ed 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. Book one of New York Series (does not need to be read as a series) **** Carlos placed his head next to mine and whispered in my ear. "Who do you belong to slut?" I moaned breathlessly when he entered his finger in my entrance a little but not the whole way. He squeezed my neck again. "You daddy. I b-belong to you daddy." Carlos smirked. "Good girl. Now you will look into the mirror while I fingerfuck you senseless. You will see how much of a desperate slut you are for me. How pathetic and needy your are for Daddy. You will be begging and crying before you cum. You will be screaming and pleading with me to let you cum. You will lose any support in your legs before you cum. Be a good girl and stand still and maybe just maybe you'll be granted the pleasure of a orgasm tonight." He shoved two fingers into me suddenly. I screamed and moaned at the same time. **** She was a innocent naive girl who had been protected and sheltered since an accident when she was young. He was a possessive and dominant boy who preferred to keep to himself than talk to people who didn't matter to him. Most Impressive Rankings #4 badboy #1 daddy #1 possessive #43 romance #12 soft #1 angle #1 innocent #1 naive #1 complete #6 love #1 lavender #4 sensitive Cover by @meesha_lora