*The Witch's Revenge is the second book in The Witch's Trilogy and should be read after The Witch's Mates. And the description below contains spoilers for The Witch's Mates* Willow has found her mates and learned more about herself and the world. Despite her upbringing, she has learned to trust them and let them into her heart. She even started to come to terms with the fact that she is half-vampire. But now she has been ripped away from her mates and the life they were building together, and she will do whatever it takes to get back to them. *This is a fantasy reverse-harem romance novel. It will have mature themes, including but not limited to, violence, sexual themes, sexual scenes (including light BDSM), abuse, and mentions of rape. Please do not read if you feel uncomfortable with any of these things or if you feel they will harm your mental health.

Book 1 of the [His Everything] series. Amélie Levine Beaumont is the - first female - heir to the French Mafia (the second largest and most powerful mafia in the world). After her mother's unexpected death, Amélie hasn't been the same, and neither has her father. In hopes of making her parents proud, Amélie has been determined to prove her worth of becoming the next mafia leader, to her father, by becoming the world renowned assassin "La mère de la mort" [The Mother of Death]. However, when she is deemed as an unworthy disappointment by her father, who will she seek comfort and reassurance from? Who will help heal the scars that mark her heart? Romeo Angelo Basilio is the leader of the Italian Mafia (the largest and most powerful mafia there is). He is known as the most incomprehensible, cold-hearted killer, who shows no mercy nor love except to his sisters. When Romeo's mother died (when he was 13) at the hands of his father, Romeo swore that he'd never let anyone love him if love was as tragic as his parents made it seem to be. Without his mother or an acceptable father figure, Romeo had to step-up and become the leading father figure in his four younger sister's lives. But when he feels as though he is a worthless entity, who will he seek comfort and reassurance from? Who will help heal the scars that mark his heart? Will an arranged marriage be the answer to all their problems? Will they find love through this arrangement? Will they help each other heal from their past? Will contain: -Smut -Mentions death -Mentions abuse -Mentions rape Started : 11/07/2022 Finished: 25/12/2022 #1 in Assassin (08/08/22) #2 in Donna (16/10/22) #2 in Spanish (13/04/23)

Nash Reed is a hot commodity, both on and off the ice. When his childhood friend Kennedy moves to town, the torch he's been carrying for her really heats up. ***** Kennedy Miller has finally scored her dream job. After years of putting her career first, proving to everyone that she can run an ad department like nobody's business, she's arrived in New York City. Which just so happens to be the home of her former best friend and childhood crush, Nash Reed, the hottest pro hockey player around. When they meet again on Kennedy's first night in town, sparks fly and their love quickly turns into a true barnburner. But can shy Kennedy, who's not used to the spotlight, face off against her insecurities and give their relationship a real shot? [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover design by Ren T Previously titled My Childhood Friend, The Hockey Star

Avonlea never had the opportunity to know what home was. Because apparently, it wasn't any of the houses she'd lived in her whole life. Until Lucas fell at her feet. Literally. Then home were his arms, his rare dimpled smiles, and the way his eyes sent her in a time rush, where she didn't know the difference between silly dreams and old forgotten memories. »»-----　♡　-----«« BLURB His voice is so steady in contrast with my heartbeats when he says, "Ave, I think it's important to realize that you can miss something and still not want it back. We're humans after all." Have I ever told him to start writing his own book with how well he makes me lose my words at how he speaks? And... Ave? My smile stretches on my face as I remind him, "it's Avonlea. With the amount of times I've told you, people would say it has to be engraved somewhere on your brain." His eyes move from my eyes, to my smile, and if he keeps this stare thing up, it won't be there in a minute. But then his grey pools settle on my lips and the smile vanishes from them as quickly as it came, especially with the warning tone he uses with my new nickname, "Ave." It's decided then. I have a new nickname. I was getting bored of the old one anyway. The redness on my neck goes on it's journey toward my cheeks, splattering them in a blush I can't quite hide from him, especially when his voice drops an octave as he pulls my lower lip from between my teeth, "stop doing that, darlin', you're killing me." You've never seen blush until you've seen the red hue of it splash over my whole face, until all I can feel is hot, and his body between my thighs. Oh, and that kiss that quickly steals my breath away.

"Everything is Gray, his hair His smoke, his dreams" Trouble takes human form in Landon spade. Notorious for his ego and "bad boy" reputation, everyone stays a good feet away from him. That's how it's suppose to be. That is until Ariana catches a certain someone's eye. Copyright © I'm forever grateful for the love this story has received. We're almost at 900k reads. I feel like I'm on cloud 9, thank you all! 💕🖤

"I was yours the moment I saw you and I'm still yours now. Just like you're mine, Princess. Forever." ~ She was the quiet girl that tried her best to stay invisible yet would managed to capture the attention of everyone by just her mere presence. He was the loud boy that caused trouble where ever he went yet would be as sweet as pie when it came to his princess. His Flora. Theo was Flora's best friend's brother, forcing them to grow up by each other's side. But, neither would mind as they were like milk and cookies - completely different but perfect together. She looked up in awe of him and he looked down at her with adoring eyes. That was until Theo's trouble eventually caught up with him as he was sent to away to live with his Uncle, forcing the two apart. Now, he's returned and he's come to claim what is his. ~ [ONGOING]

"Will you dance with me?" Juliette asked quietly, as if she was afraid of someone hearing them in their solitude. Her delicate fingers were gliding over the piano keys, collecting the dust. "There's a possibility of a war and you're asking me to dance with you?" Draco, sitting on an armchair by himself with his left hand thoughtfully resting under his chin, sent Juliette a disapproving glare. ''Seriously?'' "Yes. Will you?" She asked again, looking directly at him. Her tired gaze met his cold, distant blue eyes. He let out a defeated sigh and answered, "Yes." ⸻ ꧁•𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 & 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 •꧂

Zoey Adams couldn't care less about The Kissing Game. Now that it's their last year, her classmates are going crazy over the game where a single kiss is passed around frequently, going through student after student, with whoever has the kiss last being the winner. This game has been going on since her freshman year, and Zoey finds it ridiculous. She wants nothing to do with it, but one fated day, she somehow ends up with the kiss. But because she's who she is, she simply keeps it, putting the game on pause. This leads to many angry players of the game and boys chasing after her, wanting to win the game. Axel West is the most determined out of the bunch, and soon Zoey's once boring life turns into one big hectic game of its own.

|| Highest Rank - #3 in Teen Fiction || Amanda thought she had found the love of her life. She had everything perfectly planned out; the university she would attend, the car she would drive, the house she would own, the place she would get married and even the money she would earn. Much to her dismay, all her plans went straight down the drain when she caught her golden boy in bed with someone else. She thinks she is the only person who feels absolutely devastated, but she is proven wrong when, one night, a certain bad boy knocks on her door. Now what could a six foot tall, arrogant jerk want from her? Isn't it obvious? He wants revenge. - Cover by @-belllawrites Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

He slammed me against the wall which caused a groan to escape my mouth. He pressed his body against mine and I gasped. "Let me tell you something, Dimple. You are mine and I am yours. No one in between and no one out." The words flew out of his mouth and I stared at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Holy mother fucking hell!! "Uh." My lips parted and his eyes zeroed to my lips. "Better close that mouth unless it's an invitation." He smirked.