{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚." "𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬." 𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃'𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 She vowed to run from marriage, never to marry a mobster and always seem so utterly unfit for marriage. Those plans changed the second her sister ran for her life and left a ruthless don unwed. And now, she was taking her sister's fate and walking down the aisle to sign her life away. The man she was now betrothed to was the man she vowed to kill. So now, her plan changed into a twisted game. But little does she know, he loves to play games. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎 A relentless man who never shares, and when he hears the news that his soon to be wife ran from the mafia, his plan fell into shambles. That until the Italian mafia boss sends his second daughter, a force to be reckoned with. The girl he had tried to kill years ago, and he had no idea that she loves to hold grudges. Bloodshed and hurt paints their marriage, pain and tragedy is the poster for their past and now they have to be married as one. She's infuriated by him, he's infatuated by her, who wins this war? Read to find out!

[COMPLETE] Might be 18+, but honestly we all know half the reads will be 18- ;) --- New York, year 2021, the Three Outlaw Towers scrape the gray sky of the Big Apple. The Peak, The Den and The Abyss are the greatest - and wealthiest - associations of outlaws in the entire world. The Viper, Helen Grace Donovan, 22, interpreter, assassin, and Heir of the Abyss. The Cobra, Dean Warren, 26, CEO of one of the greatest banks worldwide, assassin, and Heir of the Peak. Ever since she became an assassin three years ago after a tragic death, the Viper has kept her identity secret, staining her hands with the blood of people who never knew the face of their killer. Some people call her Death, some call her a myth. But she's very real. And very pissed. Her new job is to kill her sworn enemy Dean Warren, giving her boss Derek Dawson monopoly of the Peak. Her knowledge of four languages - Italian, English, Spanish and French - will give her an excuse to go undercover as Dean's new interpreter, thanks to the unfortunate passing of his old one. Though, what happens when the truth of their secretly entwined past comes out just as they find out they'll have to work together against a greater threat? Neither of them is a saint. Both of them are trained assassins. But what else are they? Enemies? Lovers? Or could they be both? --- I will put specific tags in the first chapter for the trigger warnings. Please proceed with caution and RESPECT.

When the innocent and unworldly nun, Adina, was tasked to deliver meals to one of the possessed prisoners in the church basement, she wasn't expecting to run into the beautiful specimen of a man that captured her interest, pulling out her sinful desires. Drawn to this handsome stranger with a seemingly tortured soul, and coupled with the dark desires he aroused in her, she found herself quickly falling for him. But her newly found obsession came to an abrupt end when tragedy struck and she was forcefully wrenched from her peaceful world into a world full of darkness. This tragedy separated them and made her run into the arms of another man, Lucifer Kincaid, who would stop at nothing but to have her. Will Adina forget the only man she's ever loved or will she close off her heart to Lucifer while awaiting her first love? And if she chooses the latter, will Lucifer be ready to give her up? •Updates every weekend!!!•

Prequel of Alex's life before Ace. Alex had become one of the most feared men in the country, but how did a normal kid wind up being the right hand man to the most dangerous mafia boss?. Cover design: noahshawswifey on instagram.

|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

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

"That's all you got?" "I didn't even start and you are already breaking sweat." I smirked. He didn't look amused but suddenly had a smug smile on his face. "Who hired you perrita? You can't even make a man want you. What good is a woman who can't even make a man want her?" He smiled and opened his legs wider, inviting me. And I did accept his invitation. I moved towards him and glided myself down the floor, till my face was in between his legs. I trailed my arms from his thighs as I slowly got up and slightly touched his erection, not once leaving eye contact. And then I rose up completely and watched with satisfaction as his jaw twitched slightly. It looked like he was trying to control himself and I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. "A little excited, are we?" I couldn't smile but snicker at his expression. He gritted his teeth and his jaw clenched. For just a second, he closed his eyes and then when he opened them again, they were void of any emotion. *Content Warning : Adult stuff & lots of smut! 18+ only* All Rights Reserved. Copyright © FastAndDeep 2016

MATURE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ✓ DAILY UPDATES ~~ "Alright, Luke. Let's play your game. But remember, this stays between us," Layla said, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Luke's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he moved even closer, their bodies now almost touching. "Of course, Layla. Our little secret," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her skin. Luke leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "I'll go first. But remember, Layla, once we start, there's no turning back." Her mind teetered on the edge of reason and desire. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Okay, let's play." With a devilish grin, Luke began, his voice dripping with a seductive allure that sent shivers down her spine. "I've always fantasized about taking control, binding someone's hands and blindfolding them, and then teasing their body until they beg for release." Layla's eyes widened, her imagination conjuring vivid images of Luke's words. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs, aching for the touch and dominance he described. This was dangerous territory, and she was teetering on the edge. ~~ 18 + ONLY Copyright © FastAndDeep 2018 All Rights Reserved.