Alexandra Abernathy is used to getting what she wants, and when she wants it. She's top of her class, a great daughter, hard worker and always up for a challenge. But when her new neighbor forgets to buy blinds before moving in, she sees his girlfriend pleasuring him on his couch. Turning her subtle glances into lustful stares. However, self control was always easy for Alex, so asserting boundaries should be easy. That was until, she finds out her neighbor also happens to be her new teacher... All Christian Cole wanted to do was help out his aunt, by becoming a substitute teacher in her absence. So working as an architect remotely shouldn't be a challenge. However, when moving into a new luxurious neighborhood, his eyes are immediately caught by a girl next door. Her tan legs, curves of her body, thick hair, and contagious laugh has got him in a tight chokehold. But when he realizes the girl in his lustful dreams, just so happens to be his smartest and most enticing student, things become messy... !! Please read disclaimers 🩷 this is a piece of fiction !! -special thanks to those who told me to keep writing, and those who supported me along the way. The comments and the special dm's truly made a difference. I hope you see this as a love letter to you. Sincerely... thank you.

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.

Echo wasn't like her sisters. She knew that when people talked about the famous and fabulous Reid sisters, they weren't referring to her. Quiet, homely, plain and riddled with social anxiety that made it hard for her to leave the house, she could never have known what was about to happen, she never dreamed she'd live such an adventure. Luke Farina was the most dangerous man around- spoiled, selfish, extremely conceited- he didn't take no for an answer and always got what he wanted. He just never expected that the strange and ridiculous little Echo would be the one to say no and somehow become the one he had to have most. -- NOTE: Hi everyone! I really hope you take the time to read this story. It's already complete for the most part, in just taking it slow in publishing it. It's my first story and I'd love to hear your comments and feedback. I hope you decide to give it a chance! This is also part one of a series and I'm already midway through the next book which can't be released unless this one gets some positive feedback. Thank you and enjoy!

An age gap love story. A brokenhearted billionaire. A college girl. ***** "Nevaeh," Aiden whispers, "can I rest my head on your shoulder?" I nod, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. He closes his eyes. "Thank you." He sighs in contentment. "Heaven." "Heaven?" "It's your name spelled backward, isn't it?" ***** The moment I first saw Aiden Klein, the first thing that came up in my head was how perfect he was. A good hard working man who loves his family more than anything else, Aiden Klein has been the subject of the desire of many women. His wealth and success as one of the most influential leaders in the business world are nothing compared to his golden heart. The world keeps asking the same questions over and over again, "How would he love his woman?" The sad thing is, we will never know. Because his heart has been frozen. Eyes are blind for any woman. Touch is forbidden for their skin. Aiden Klein cannot love a woman. Yet, I know that it's far from the truth. Aiden Klein can love a woman so fiercely, his love would break you. Because I've seen it once, accidentally. He's the broken hero. And I'm the villain in this story. ***** THE KLEINS SERIES BOOK #3 © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

My Husband, My Monster. Mistakes? I've done enough in my life. But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster. Jaiveer Singh Rathore. I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugly. I've sacrificed everything, destroyed my own self just to stay close to him. I tried to find a peace in him, not knowing I will be the one to left torn and hollow from inside. Jaiveer Singh Rathore is my custom-made hell and as much I want to get away from him, I found myself taking a solace in him. I've tried to stop myself, to stop the toxicity in me, but I can't. What happens when two toxic beings collide? They sucked the life out of each other until there is nothing inside. I am self-destructive when I chosed Jaiveer Singh Rathore for myself. Did enough destruction to get him all for myself. My Veer. My Monster. But is it enough? Will I ever be enough for him? ________________ I am ruined. Destroyed in such a way that there is nothing left to be fixed. But I don't pity myself. I've made myself what I am. Because I am self-destructive and so as Shravani Datta. She knew and still chose to chose me. A Marriage Pact. And her hopeful eyes that she will change me for good, not knowing she is stepping into a hell, and she will get as destroyed as me. She is unaware that my darkness will overpower her light. Shravani Datta is my custom-made heaven, the only human who have seen the real me. And I hate her for it. I hate her for understanding me and my tendencies. She shouldn't have chose me, she shouldn't have put herself in this situation, but she did. And now there is no looking back. She is stuck now. My Ravenous heart can't wait to ravished her.

He looked so innocent reading his book, almost peaceful. I stopped in the frame, admiring his face. His brows were pulled together in a concentrated manner. His jaw was defined, leading up to his musculine body. I couldn't take my eyes from him until I heard a low chuckle. "Won't you come in?", he asked me, his blue eyes lingering on me with an indescribable look. "Eh yeah of course, sorry, I did not want to interrupt you reading.." "You would never interrupt me", he responded without any doubt in his voice. Unable to say anything else I walked towards him, my knees weak, as well as my self control. I took the seat across from him and smiled shyly at him. "So, where do we start Professor?" --------------------------- Liz had believed that this would just be her last semester in college. Nothing extraordinary. But when she met her new handsome professor, she quickly had to realise that staying on the normal path could become more difficult than she had thought. -------------------------- #1 in professor!!

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

"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to scrub my body. I stepped out of shower, fastening the bath robe around my waist. I flipped my hair and wrapped dupatta around my head, dabbing it to dry my hair "I want you." I heard a voice too familiar in my ears. I whipped my head around to see pair of black eyes looking into mine. I was about to scream my lungs our when it disintegrated in thin air however whispers were still ringing in my ears. I turned back to mirror to see cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped it away with tissues on the basin. I tried to regulate my heartbeat by placing my palm on my heart and breathing deeply. I was getting vibes that something unpleasant is about to happen. Sometimes you just rub your palms and wish that you didn't do something. A restless urge to undo something that impacted your life so much. Same is the case with Fatima. She wishes that she could just go back in time and never meet Ahmed Ali Rizvi again. If only she could just plainly undo him. #01 in #ChasingLove #01 in #RunningAway

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.