He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

[COMPLETE] They say weddings are eventful, to say the least. Anything could happen. What I didn't expect however, was him. My mistake. It's been years since we last spoke- he drives me crazy, in ways no one else has. Being back home and reunited with old friends, was about to get messy. ~ "Morning sleeping beauty," He drawled, leaning against the counter mixing his protein shake vigorously. "Well then you must be the beast and not the prince." I retorted, rummaging through the pantry for some granola I could have with greek yoghurt. "Yeah," he shrugged. I put my bowl and ingredients on the table and frowned. Did... he... just agree with me? "In the gym, in the office... and definitely in bed," he winked. Oh. There it was. He's so full of himself. I rolled my eyes, proceeding to make myself breakfast. It's too early for this. ~ Follow along as two individuals encounter each other once again as adults, whilst their teenage histories shadow over them with every step. Teen & New adult themes Started 19/11/18 - Finished 25/02/19 ❗️Contains explicit language and mature scenes. Reader discretion advised. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

(SAMPLE) Now available everywhere in ebook & paperback (and on Kindle Unlimited in the US & Canada). Kendall works the night shift at the campus library. It's the perfect job: she gets to spend hours reading her romance novels without interruption... until the night that Vincent, king of campus and star of the basketball team, comes to the front desk and asks her for reading recommendations. (75k words. No cheating, no love triangles, happy ending. Adult content. 18+ recommended.)

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hoping for no distractions during her senior year of college, Ryan finds herself in a whirlwind romance following a one-night stand with the last person she expected: the star wide receiver of the football team. ***** Ryan Collins only has two goals: to get into medical school and avoid football players, thanks to her ex-boyfriend and their nasty breakup. But after a one-night stand, she's torn between a notorious wide receiver and the dream she's starting to question more each day. With the NFL draft quickly approaching, Carsen Blake has a lot more to worry about than just football. Managing an alcoholic mother, a stubborn coach, and his grief after his father's passing, Carsen has to convince the one girl he's liked for years that he's worth more than a one-night stand while also proving to himself that he is more than everyone's expectations. Book One of the UNC Series Content warning: This story contains an instance of mild self-harm, themes of addiction and mentions of emotional partner abuse

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved

"Awe, you hurt my feelings, fire girl." "I didn't know you had any, fuckboy." ________________________________________ Falling in love is never easy. But what do you do when the one person you are not supposed to fall in love with, ends up being the only one you want? Kilian and Jasmine couldn't be more different. Jasmine Watson is the strong one, the one the guys want to be friends with, the one that beats up her best friend's enemies... She's not at all what Kilian Rogers is looking for. Because Kilian aka. Kill Rogers needs a woman that goes through life the way he does: Easy, quick, and without regrets. At least that's what he thinks until he finds a challenge that will end up changing his life... [18+ Mature] Spin-off of Crossing Lines. (C) Copyright reserved - Jana Malek (Jane C. Rain) 2020. The author expressly asserts all intellectual property and moral rights over this work. Any attempt to recreate it in any way will be reported and pursued accordingly.

Nina Perez was a calm and low profile girl in her high school. She was a secret fighter and would fight at a club with her bestfriends. She had a cousin, Colton Gray who was really close to her. Adrian Ross, was a fighter too. Being trap in a problem with the principal with his friends, he had to ask for help. What were the odds that the person turn out to be Nina? P.s Like always it might be boring from the start but believe me it gets better. Many of you requested the smut part and I try my best to write it for you guys. There might be some mistakes but I'll be editing really soon. Hope you enjoy it;) LovelyShifah Sneak peak⬇ I felt Adrian's hand moved and went higher on my waist. There was a gap between my skirt and my top. He found it and started to rub circle with his thumb. His lips found my neck and he started to kiss it, making me closed my eyes. I tilt my head giving him more space but he stopped and chuckled. I knew he was teasing me but guess what? Two can play that game. My back was still to him and he had his arm around my waist. I didn't move away but instead, I pressed myself on him. I felt his breath hitched when I started to make a slow movement with my ass going along with the music. I smirked when I found Adrian junior getting hard. I continued for a few minutes before pulling away from him. I made my way to leave but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me the other way.