19 year old Ray gets abused by her foster parents that don't want anything to do with her. She's in her fourth year of university planning to become a doctor. Ray is extremely smart, known for her kindness and most of all, she's very shy. 21 year old Ace is a quiet and dangerous gangleader. He's never been seen with friends, smiling, or even talking. He's majoring in business, but everyone knows about his most known gang in the country, therefor he is feared by everyone. What happens when Ray bumps into a walking wall named Ace King in her vulnerable state? What causes Ace to start questioning this 19 year old?

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

It was a normal day and I was outside walking my german shepherd, Sammie. She had just stopped to take care of her business and I noticed the hooded man who had been following us for quite some time, approach us. I had figured he just didn't want to be rude and pass us, so I didn't mind. Now as he was approaching us, I knew I was wrong. I started to tug on Sammie's leash to get her to hurry up. When she wouldn't budge, I started to panic. I started to pull harder and as the man got closer, he took something out of his pocket. A gun. I screamed as he took aim and fired. Hannah Jansen was 17, a senior in High School. Her family was rich, her dad was a lawyer and her mom, a heart surgeon. She was an only child, and had tons of friends at school. She wasn't the snobbish kind of rich girl. She was sweet and nice to everyone. When Hannah was supposedly, "killed", everyone was devastated. While her father was working hard to find out who did this, everyone else was either grieving, or arranging funeral plans. When a letter came in the mail a week after the incident, everyone was shocked. The letter read: Dear friends and family of Hannah Jansen, I have your daughter here with me at my house. She is in my bedroom tied up and gagged. I have a gun on my bedside table and if you do not agree to my conditions, I will be forced to use that gun. And because I don't want to do that, I want 1 thing, not that hard, right? No. I want $10 million. If you ever want to see your daughter again, leave the money at 4565 Oakwood Rd. on August 1st, 3:00 A.M. Today is June 1st, so you have approximately two months to get this money. If you fail to do this, your beloved daughter shall die. Sincerely, Tyler West P.S. Just to save you trouble, don't even try to search my name or find out where I live, because trust me, it won't work. I don't exist.

*LAST UPDATED JUNE 2021* "Think you don't want me?" He asks, running his hand under my dress and along my inner thigh; amusement laced in his words and features, as he smirks down at me. His breath was fanning my neck, my own was held back and my muscles were paralysed. I was scared to inhale or exhale, because I didn't want to show how affected by him I really was. Truth to be told; I feared the proximity - or lack of it - between us. One inch and his lips would be on mine. One inch and his toned chest would be pressed against mine. One inch and his hand would be closer to where he wants it. "Let me show you how much you do." His fingers linger on my lacy underwear as he closes the distance between us, holding me up. ❃ ❃ ❃ Alpha Alexander - the man known for overthrowing an existing Alpha, something never done in history before by someone his age. Even though feeling fulfilled in his leadership without a mate, the sexy and mysterious young male who girls swoon over is the ultimate bliss of anyone's dreams. One look from him is something any girl would kill for. Anyone but his own mate. Kiara - the girl with a line of males after her, wants nothing more from life than freedom and independence. Just like the Alpha, she doesn't see a need to have a mate. But fate doesn't work in ways we want it to, unfortunately. In fact, quite the opposite... And by agreeing to meet Alpha Alexander, Kiara isn't looking for love like he is. She's looking for vengeance. *Book two. Even though advised, it is not absolutely necessary to read the previous before this one.* *Mature content included*

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

#1st in werewolf #1st in confessions and fighter #1st in humor #5th in romance Hayley Hood is a 17 year old girl who has gone through so many things in her life. Always wearing her protective hood; she manages to remain invisible- that's until the school's five Badboys decide to go to the underground boxing area and see her hooded figure fighting. But Hayley didn't want them involved in her already complicated life. She didn't want her cover to be blown- she wanted to remain invisible. Unfortunately, it was practically impossible for that to happen since Blake, the alpha, was her mate. Since Hayley was a human; she didn't really believe in werewolves apart from a few books she had read as a child. She certainly did not understand why Blake stuck to her like glue and though she kept pushing him away, the mate bond always made her feel attracted to him. The thing is that Hayley had vowed not to let another person enter her life ever since her most precious thing in life had gotten hurt. Her little sister, Mia. Her sister was the only thing that mattered in her life, it was the only thing that kept her alive and going. It was her reason for living and that was why Hayley would fight anything that tried to touch or hurt her little sister. She perfectly knew that if her sister got broken then she too would be broken. And that was her major weakness. Written : May 2015 - 15th July 2018

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhann

**MATURE CONTENT** He lifted up my patterned skirt with his cruel hands. The same hands that drove me to despair. I let out a faint sigh as he glanced at my exposed nakedness and then glanced up at me with his penetrating eyes. Those same eyes that made my whole being shake. "She's mine now." He voiced while mindlessly rubbing my opening. ••• Ivy Williams had spent eighteen years in a town that felt like a cage. Hidden away in the quiet of Maine, nothing ever changed-except the growing emptiness inside her. At home, love was distant. At school, she was invisible. Her life felt small, silent... already decided. So when she was sent away to a boarding school miles from everything she knew, she didn't fight it. She saw it as an escape. A beginning. She didn't know it would unravel everything. Because that's where she met him. Jack Knight. Her teacher. Young-too young, some whispered. The kind of man who didn't have to try to be noticed, yet somehow never gave anything away. His voice was calm, almost hypnotic, every word chosen with care. His eyes-dark, unreadable-lingered just a second too long, as if he saw more than he should. No one knew where he came from. No one knew why he was there. But Ivy felt it-the quiet danger beneath his charm, the secret buried behind every measured glance. And somehow... he was looking right at her and only her.

"Say another fucking word, I dare you." He snarls in my ear as his hold on my throat tightens. "You're a very kinky man. First knife play, then choking, what's next Archyn?" I smirk up at him, looking into his dark black eyes, "Are you going to fuck me to keep me quiet Archyn? Or are you just all talk?" "Mikaia stop it or I'll push you to your knees and fuck your mouth right now in front of everyone." He says, his hand that's not choking me coming up to brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Again, you're all talk." I breathe out, keeping a moan in. "I'll fuck you better than that vampire did." He whispers against my neck, "I'll show you what you've been missing out on your whole life." His hand on my neck squeezes tighter, effectively cutting off my air supply. "I bet he doesn't know what a slut you are." He says and I nearly moan but force myself not to make a sound. I will not give him that satisfaction. Besides, nothing can happen anyways. He has a mate. COMPLETED! SEQUAL IN PROGRESS :)