18-year-old Bianca Vitale always gets what she wants. Whether it's a guy, money, or good grades, she has it all, except one thing of course. When she finally gathers up the courage to ask her father if she can join the Vitale family mafia and he says no, Bianca loses it. Can she make things work with the good guy? Or when she scares him away, will she give up and go for the bad boy? Warning: Mature Themes!! 18+ -language -sexual content -violence This is also a first draft with little to no editing done. *will edit after finished* All Rights Reserved © - this story belongs to @riaemd - no copying of any sort! Cover by - @_navyblueee_

Highest rankings: Teen humor: #1 (23rd July 2020) Cheesy romance: #1 (11th May 2020) Cliche: #1 (22nd May 2020) Teen romance: #1 (18th June 2020) Highschool: #1 (22nd June 2020) Love: #3 (30th June 2020) Rome: #3 (22nd August 2020) Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Avery is on a summer girls trip with her best friends Sophia and Amelia, to celebrate summer before they become seniors. And I know Rome doesn't exactly scream 'girls trip' but Rome has its own magic, doesn't it? Hoping to have a girls' trip and avoid people they know as they travel, Avery just happens to run into Ryder. The school's most arrogant, agitating and annoying guy. He's on a trip with his best friends Owen and Colton. What a coincidence, right? All it takes is one drunken girl, one drunken boy, and an unexpected one night stand for the hatred to build between these two. It's a fine line between love and hate and these just might cross it as they dance on the edge. Butterflies, racing hearts, tears, and stolen kisses. What happens in Rome, stays in Rome. Or does it?

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

Gabriella lives a beyond perfect life with her mom, her sister and her boyfriend of two years. She's finally at a place in her life where she is happy. Nothing has, and nothing will go wrong. However, after finding out some devastating news, Gabriella is forced to live across the hall from someone she has only just met, yet cannot stand already. Caleb Andrews. Just out of juvenile prison, Caleb is trying to mess with Gabriella's life as much as he can, attempting to make up for how messed up his own is. But, how thin is the line between love and hate? (#3 in Teen Fiction 06/04/16)

[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

"You say you want nothing to do with this life," he breathed, alighting my skin. "And yet, you come to me, time and time again." I fumble around for my words. "I think you'll find you're the one to come to me." His hands come to rest on my hips, pushing me into the wall. "Maybe that's true," he said, lips brushing against my skin with each word, making goosebumps rise all over my skin. I can barely think with the influx of senses he's invoking. "But who can blame me?" "Maybe it's best you stay away from me," I try, even though it's the last thing I want. The last thing in the world. "I don't think that's an option," he says, and then before I can think, his lips come crashing down onto mine.

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.