"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

"Get away from me Gunner." I started to walk away, dismissing Pierce and anything that came out of his smug lips. "Oh come on, Ambrosia don't make me beg." He teased, his intentions being nothing but cruel and to piss me off. His hand soon grabbed my arm, the grip tightening so hard that I had been scared it would start to go blue. Pierce wanted one thing and that was for me to fear him, and I wasn't giving it to him. Everyone walked around terrified to even been in his sight, and I refused to bow down to the almighty Pierce Gunner. Slowly turning around to face him, my eyes bored into his as I pursed my lips before I swallowed a lump in my throat "I'm not scared of you." "Oh really?" He tested, his grip tightening and eyes becoming so cold they looked black as his pupils widened into his iris "Then why do you look like you're about to piss yourself?" Ripping my arm out of his grip, "You know if your dick was half the size your personality is, you might actually be able to get some girls." With that he pushed me back upon the wall and pinned me back so I was restricted in every way. "Watch it Ambrosia, no wonder your dad passed you off to your brother." I immediately spit in his face, and he turned his head for a minute, clenching his jaw and wiping it off before turning his head to me and wrapping his hands around my neck and placing pressure on my wind pipes. I began to struggle to breathe, as I grasped and clawed at his hands to release. "Now Ambrosia, it's gonna go my way. Now I'll release you if you agree but if not I'll fucking ruin you." He pressed harder "Now what's it gonna be? Ride or Die." • COMPLETED • • Does contain smut •

in which kenzie got the wrong number.

Book 1 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| 18+ This book contains mature content such as sex, abuse, sexual abuse, guns & blood, and language Nobody said that college was going to be easy. Especially when you can't concentrate in class because you can't stop staring at your college professor. But what do you do when you catch him staring back? And what do you do when you find out a secret about said Professor? "W-what are you doing?" I breathed out. Trying so hard to control my breathing as he slides his hand down to my waist. "I don't know." His grip on my waist tightens and pulls me close so our chests are now touching. "But I don't think I want to stop." Oh. My. God.

Book 3 of the Wolfe Series - you don't have to read the first book but it's highly encouraged to read the second one before reading this book. Milo is now 27 and the new leader of the Italian Mafia. Soon to be married... Follow the journey of Milo and his future wife Isabelle

Book 2 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| There will be mature content in this book. ~~~ "Hey, I don't think you can smoke in here." I tell the mysterious man. He looks at me dead in the eyes and takes another puff of his joint before speaking. "I don't recall needing your permission." Well someone's in a crabby mood. "No need to be mean." I cross my arms and snap out my hip. My long curls falling down my shoulders. "No need to be in my business." I roll my eyes and he smirks at me like he finds this amusing. Get a load of this guy. ~~~ Amelia Daisy Parker "Lia", had just recently moved to New York, after her parents passing, to finish college. She didn't want a reminder of her terrible childhood that her parents brought her, especially her father. She cried when she had to leave Italy at the age of six for a job her dad had gotten in Tennessee. She couldn't quite remember why she was so sad, but she knew she didn't want to leave. She soon bumps into a tall, dark haired, green eyed man at a college basketball game who seems all too familiar. She wants to know him, but at the same time she doesn't. He's rude and grumpy all the time. He knows her, but she doesn't know that. Or at least, doesn't remember. She's all sunshine on the outside and he's all cruel both inside and out. There's no way they'll work. But she soon finds out that he was the very reason that once upon a time, she was a happy and giddy child. That once upon a time...she loved him.