WARNING! This story was my first (unedited/draft). Grammer, plot, etc is messy so please beware! thank you :))) - He couldn't get enough of the emerald in her gaze. And the one colour she thought she'd be afraid of was a colour her heart was set to beat towards a million times a day. - 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠. He is the most feared person in their town. Anyone who crossed his way was met with brutality and cruelty within him. He kills without remorse. But when he locks his grey eyes on a pair of green ones, everything he trained to become had vanished, because of her. 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨. She is known and loved by many, she was as gentle and sweet as a flower. She is the light in the darkness. But when she sets her green eyes upon his grey ones, she can't help but let her light shine through the darkness of him.

"He fell into despair and lost all hope... For who could ever love a beast?" -Beauty and The Beast ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Elle stumbled upon an ad for a stay in chef, she thought the universe had finally tipped in her favor. After graduating from culinary school, she wasn't sure what direction her life would go in... Until she met Stefan DeGramont. At first, he seemed like a cold hearted, presumptuous, egotistical asshole. As she grew to know him... Well... I guess you could add Mafia boss to the list. Now tangled in his crazy Mafia business, will something fragile like her heart, be on the line? Or maybe something more risky, like her life? Could all this be avoided If she can learn to love the man behind the beast... Before it's too late. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "A thorn defends the Rose. Harming only those that will steal the blossom." **PLEASE Beware: I wrote this a few years ago so the spelling errors are there, and some cringe moments are present. I'll accept all health invoices for any emotional and mental damage inflicted during this read xoxo

'RE-WRITTEN STORY OF 'DADDY'S GIRL' "Daddy.." I moan out, as he pushes himself deeper into me. "That's right princess, who am I?" he says thrusting, harder and harder as each second passes. "W-Will.." "Wrong answer" he replies back, attacking my clit in the process. I couldn't handle what I was feeling as I arched my back, moaning louder than before. "Now princess.. Who am I?" "Daddy!"

What happens when an innocent nurse falls in love with a dangerous criminal? Meet Alejandro Russo, the Don of the West and the most dangerous criminal at Rikers Correctional Centre. The Don has frightened even the most courageous of men. What happens when he lays his eyes on the innocent, Amelie Blanche, the prisons nurse. will love prevail? or will it end disastrously? find out in "Behind Bars" copyright : lizaxwrites started : 10/05/20 status: on-going Beautiful cover by @KeilaniKai

" What if he finds out what happened? " " He won't. I promise, Dev. " " Are you ever gonna tell him at all? " " Who said he needs to find out at all? " ... Alister Jager, typical teenage boy who goes to Oxford Prep with his friends. Only problem is for him, he lives two different social lives. Which leads to two different important people in his life to become more than just anyone. Now he is in control of what happens. Now he can make the decisions and now no one has to know. Unless secret gets out, of course. In this story, he has both- Will the puppet master keep them both though?

ᛪ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ᛪ ❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙. ❞

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃ "Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden. I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face. His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse. ❃ Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels,begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her. Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden. When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +