Death has been following me since the day I was born. You are losing loved ones. You're losing friends. It's scary when you start to lose yourself. Loneliness has never been easy for me. No matter how many people surround me, I am alone. One on one with your fears, experiences and breakdowns in life, when everything goes awry. I never thought that I would be able to find a sense of belonging again, until he did. A handsome devil in a suit from Brioni. Now all his attention is directed at me, he gets under my skin and I happily accept his sweet torture. It's hard to resist the inevitable, especially when you share one heart. He stole my heart, and in return I took his. Attention! The text is intended for persons over 18+. The text contains scenes of an open sexual nature, obscene language, murder, violence, death. Before you start reading, we recommend that you familiarize yourself with the introductory fragment and read the annotation. We strongly do not recommend following the plot and bringing any scenes of violence to life. All characters and stories are completely fictional and have nothing in common with the real world. If, however, this message did not make you stop and close this book, then welcome to the dark side. "Can you be my good girl...?" Tropes: 🖤 Dark romance 🖤 Mafia 🖤 Stalking 🖤 Obsessed MMC x morally grey 🖤 Strong FMC 🖤 Rivals 🖤 Dark secrets Kink 🖤 Knife play 🖤 Breath play 🖤 "good girl" x lots of praise 🖤 A lot of spicy 🥵🔥

[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.

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

#1 in Captivity #1 in Secret #1 in Kidnap #1 in Captor Being kidnapped in broad daylight, Cordelia's world has been turned upside down leaving her mind to panic and wonder. ***** Living a simple life, Cordelia Bane works full time as a waitress during her college days and never gave life a second look at certain mysterious areas especially catching the attention of an unknown civilian - a clever male who had his eye on Cordelia for quite some time and decided to claim his wanted prey by kidnapping her in broad daylight. Will Cordelia escape? Or will her captor possess her forever...

"Seduce me, cara mia." He crooned. "Seduce me like you seduced those other men." * 18 year old, Rosamaria Castro, a trainee at the Italian Mafia is moving on to the last stages of her training which meant learning The Art of Seduction, and from no other than the One and Only, 23 year old, Vincenzo Dominico, the leader of the Italian Mafia. The more time Rosa spent with him, the closer she grew to him emotionally and... physically. There was always more to their story than what the naked eye could see. Join them in their journey full of steamy romance, secrets, and heartbreaks. #1 on fear #1 on seduce [Trigger warning: This book is meant only for mature audiences due to scenes of violence and sexual activity.]

"Do you ever give being insufferable a rest? Don't you get tired of annoying me and then acting smug about it?" Annoyed, I asked the infuriating girl sitting across me. "Why do you always find a fault with everything I say or do? Could it be that I'm the first girl that isn't flustered around the infamous Mitchell Clarke?" Mila raised a brow. Once again annoyed with the girl who's been taunting and teasing me for way too long, I abruptly stood up from my chair and made my way across the table to where she was seated, I placed one hand on the table and the other on the headrest of her chair and hovered over her, my face a mere centimeter away from hers. "Ooh turn on the air-conditioner things are about to get H.O.T - hot." Mila remarked as she fanned herself. "Don't act invincible, I see you when I'm not looking, you're dying for me." I whispered Mila shifted up in her seat and moved closer, she looked in me eyes and challenged, "If you're man enough, out that theory to the test and kiss me." --- Mitchell and Mila are complete opposites. They meet once on a very drunken, embarrassing college party night and swear to forget it and each other. Fate however brings them together when their best friends take a decision to get married in Vegas. In order to stop them, Mila and Mitch reluctantly embark on a road trip that includes crazy shenanigans, pointless fights, awkward moments, and a whole lot of teasing which rises the sexual tension between these two nemeses. What happens when two nemeses have to spend seven long days together in the name of friendship? After literally pulling each other's hair, will they survive one week in a car and shared hotel rooms? Or will the saying 'A fine line between love and hatred' once again be proved? Note: This is Highway Kismet written in Mitchell's POV. It can be read as a stand alone book but updates might be a little slow.

"Please don't leave." he pleaded. His once arrogant, obnoxious, confident gaze looked so vulnerable, helpless and most of all like the young little boy I once knew. "I have to, I've warned you time and time again you will regret your playboy ways one day and it seems that day has come." I said softly looking into his lost looking, soft orbs of blue and grey. Meet Carly Isabelle Edwards, once was a rebellious badgirl now is the passive good girl who only worries about her grades and getting into a renowned college. When she moves back to California with her mom, she meets her once sweet, naïve and caring childhood friend after almost four years; to only find out that he had grown to be the biggest, obnoxious playboy. Despite tons of arguments, fights and banter Carly and Mason are still best friends. Carly, however hates Mason's playboy ways and tries to change him but fails because of Mason's non-belief in real relationships and love. Carly's days of just worrying about school are gone. Her life has started revolving between relationships, feelings, love, hatred, old crushes, her past and even death. Will Carly succeed in changing Mason's point of view or will it be too late when he realizes it himself?

"Do you have any idea how damn frustrating you are?" He trapped me between him and the wall. Stubbornly, I looked squarely at him, "You say this like it's news to you." He pursed his lips, clenched his jaw, and stared at me with darkened eyes before he closed the gap between us. I stared at him squarely as I felt his body heat radiated off me, my lips parted and my breathing picked up a notch. He placed one hand on the wall and brought his lips an inch away from mine as the other hand trailed up my arms, "I am going to make you feel my frustration." I ran my finger along his jaw and dared him with my eyes, "I'm Mila," I grinned, "You can try but we both know you won't succeed." He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, "Don't take my love for you as weakness," he stated and captured my lips with a fiery kiss. The road to love for Mila and Mitchell wasn't easy, but they finally reached their destination after many bumps along the way. Blissfully in love, they set off on another journey together but instead of the Highway, they hit the high seas. However, love and life aren't always smooth sail and they learn that when they embark on their adult life after college. Mitchell is trying to prove to his father he is worthy of handling the grand Clarke Empire one day while Mila is determined to make her mark in the medical world. Two strong personalities have finally accepted they love each other but both are set in their ways and stubborn with unbreakable egos. Can their love weather storms in their path or will things like jealousy, insecurity, and family stand in their way to happily ever after?