**** "Professor Tribbiani!" My eyes widened "Wh-what are you doing here?" "It's cute that you think i came here as your Professor," his eyes darkened as he smiled at me. **** Russian Tribbiani is a vampire who hasn't taken human blood for over 100 years because of his murderous nature. He has managed to fight his blood lust for all that time until he sees this little lady who reignites his thirst for it once again. Versaï Paris isn't an out going person, she is a loner who loves being invisible because of her skin condition yet it's the one thing that made her stand out to him. He was ruthless, cold and mean but she made him want to be soft because in his eyes, she was delicate.

Everleigh Dolan was going to be attending a new school, living in a new house, set in a new room, her mother wouldn't speak why but she was optimistic, kind, and finding a new job to help her mom pay for food and all the extra needed things. The James family, right next door invited these two women to attend a dinner at their home, the fist night they settled and they accepted kindly. Only to know Roman, the James's eldest son set it up. He'd act disgusted and unkind to this girl knowing she would be the one to settle him down but she had no idea why he was mean. Till more secrets spilt as they became partners for a chemistry project and god knows the 'bad boy' Roman can't fail. He's never failed and meeting his mate won't keep him from it now.

Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.

It all started with a red dress and a resignation letter ... ******* For five years Andin has been working as Mr. Sebastian Summers' secretary, and for most of that time, she has struggled with her forbidden feelings for the boss even though she knew that her boss was a ruthless playboy. Sebastian himself never seemed to think of Andin as a woman. In his eyes, Andin was just a reliable secretary who was able to work under pressure. Until one day, on the eve of Sebastian's luxurious birthday party, Andin came in a strikingly gorgeous red dress with an additional accessory at hand: a handsome man who claimed to be her partner. Like it or not, it made Sebastian rather jealous. Especially when the next morning, Andin came and presented her boss with a resignation letter. Contains sexual scenes and the use of profanities.

Meet Lucas, outside his home he is know as Veleno the most feared man running the most dangerous gang and wealthiest company in Italy, with one look you would trumble in fear and whoever fight against him or messes with his family would slowy burn to death . At home he is know as Dad , a single father whom would do anything for his daughters and that includes being the best father and parent he can be ,he has everything he wished for wealth , respect , family love but what he longs for is the love of a partner. Meet Angel a hamble ballerina dealing with her ballet class after so many years of struggles she can finally stand on her own feet with the help of her business, but what happens if the wealthiest Mafia notice her and when one of his daughters calls her mum? find out in the mafia ballerinas.

Girl, you're the one I want You're the one I need I'm beggin' you, please Can you come back to me 'Cause I was blind to see That's who was right in front of me (you were right in front of me).

(𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠) εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 has spent her entire life trying to earn a freedom she was never meant to have. Kept under her mother's control for as long as she can remember, she's finally given a chance to leave it all behind. All she has to do is infiltrate the people responsible for the massacre of her clan, earn the trust of their leader, and kill him. Simple. At least, that's what she tells herself. But the closer she gets to Rowan Adams, the less anything makes sense. Faces linger a second too long. Places feel strangely familiar. Answers only seem to lead to more questions, and every lie she tells him pulls her further away from the truth she doesn't even realize she's searching for. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 is the last person anyone would expect to carry the weight he does. He's loud, sarcastic, impossible to shut up, and always the first to make someone laugh. It's easier that way. Easier than letting anyone see what's buried deep underneath. Then Amaya walks into his life. She was supposed to be just another stranger. Instead, she becomes the one person he can't stop thinking about. The one person he'd bleed for without hesitation. The only problem is that she came to destroy him. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN