Brandon Rodriguez, and another name of death and danger. Everyone fears him. He is a cold-hearted Mafia boss. He has no Mercy for anyone. He gets, what he wants. He only knows to kill, he loves when the world fears him, he loves guns and hates the word "love", until she came. Claire Brown, another definition of innocence, is a beautiful and pure soul and only knows to love everyone. She can't stand violence, unaware of the dark reality of society. But one fateful day, everything changed, when the ruthless mafia boss lays his eyes on her beautiful innocent eyes. Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out her darkness to another world, to another world of his love which was surrounded by danger and guns every moment. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their life survives in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives completely. Cover by @Samyukdha Complete story available on good novel.

Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Alex has been living the same life, with the same routine, repeating it every day. Every day is the same. The one thing she does look forward to is going to cafe de l'amour every morning on her way to school, where she sits and writes, all while seeing Carter Reed. The most popular boy at school who, surprisingly, prefers the solitary life. They go to the same cafe every day, sit at the same tables every day, and notice each other every day, yet are strangers who have never uttered a word to one another. And strangers they shall remain. Perfect strangers. But that's about to change. . . . . . I watched as he kept his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him where he aimlessly drew spirals and coils that surrounded each other, trapped each other, and suffocated each other. My eyes traced the movement of his pen, following each line he drew onto the paper. "Your tea." I snapped out of my trance and looked up, thanking Katy before she went back to the counter. I turned back and caught him looking at me. I expected him to look away and continue acting like I don't exist. Like he's always done and so have I. What I didn't expect was for him to walk right over and sit with me. "Hi, I'm Carter." PSA: This story is inspired by the Wattpad novel 'Caffeine' by @meddlingkids ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

I kept twitching and rolling over in my sleep. I kicked the blankets off so that the cool wind from the window could dry up the sweat that had pooled around all over my neck. The faint smell of the rusty old patches that crept over the dirty, stained wall behind me was more haunting than the scarred face I kept encountering in my recurring nightmare. I took a mental note to never take the sleeper class again but at the same time, the journey was so long that sleeping it off seemed the best option. I popped another pill for my motion sickness and looked down at my bunk buddy below me. Calling him buddy would be a very unfitting call for him. It was like calling a shark a sea-horse. From the hoodie that masked his face to the tattered grey faded clothes that cleverly hid his stiff form- I couldnt even tell the colour of his hair... or if he had any hair at all. I occasionally got hipster vibes from the way he played the strings of his guitar yet I would be so distracted by how attractive his fingers were that his eerie music didn't bother me at all ( I didn't know I had a thing for hands until now). From the moment he stepped into the compartment where we were supposed to share a room, there were no words exchanged except for a 'hi' I had directed to him and a cold 'hello' that sent chills down my back. I peered down at the empty bunk bed below me. Where'd he go? My eyes searched through the room even though I knew he had camouflaged easily with the darkness. I pulled the blanket over my head so that I didn't spook myself any further.... until.... just like any horror cliche would tell you... ~Something touched my leg. ************************************************************************** A "horror"ific experience with a sprinkle of romance and smexy Warning: Strong sexual content, imagery and dark fluff. @cLusterxxx

Chance Nightshade, daughter of the Melbourne City Alpha, will avenge her brother's murder at any cost. Even if it means working with a charming vampire prince. Season 1 of Witchfire ***** Cursed with yellow eyes and the ability to tell truth from lies, Chance Nightshade is used to confronting the uncomfortable reality of things. But when a death in the family snowballs into a shadow war between werewolves and vampires, Chance finds herself torn between protecting her pack and working with a charming vampire prince to solve her brother's murder. Can she prevent the destruction of everything she holds dear by putting her faith in her enemy? Or will she be forced to save herself and her people by taking up her father's mantle as Alpha...whether he's willing to step down or not? ***** [word count: 90,000-100,000 words] Cover designed by Stefanie Saw

#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.

✵ featured ~ ❝Once upon a time in Baghdad, a street girl teaches the Khalifa of the kingdom why a king needs a queen.❞ ✵ Started: June 5, 2021. Completed: March 30, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx featured on wattpad historical fiction, undiscovered, and dangerous love profiles. Highest ranking #1 in historical fiction.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Residing in the attics of our brains one finds an assortment of things: personal baggage, photo albums spilling with childhood memories, and family skeletons. Harper Dawkins has locked and sealed the door to her personal attic by moving out of state to attend college and dropping all contact with former friends and family. She's even changed her accent. Be normal. Fit in. Blend into the crowd: it's all she's ever wanted. But Harper's about to discover that while you may be able to divorce yourself from your past, you can't run away from yourself. In this psychological romantic thriller, Fragmented blends high tension with the pursuit of an unlikely romance.

This book is a sequel to Khalifa and cannot be read as a standalone. To avoid spoilers, description and excerpt are added inside the book. ✵ Started: May 2, 2022. Completed: December 3, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx