𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"You make me want to do things to you." He mumbles, his brown eyes never straying from mine. "What?" I whisper, nervous yet at the same time my heart pounds with excitement and anticipation. "Do you want to know what kind of things?" His low tone matches mine as he brings his face closer and I find myself robbed of speech due to our proximity. Taking my silence as his sign, he continues to lean closer. His lips caress my ear as he says "Things like this." Suddenly I feel something wet and thick being dumped onto my hair, soon the liquid drips down onto my shirt. Is that paint? Blue paint proceeds to slide down onto my shirt and my eyes widen when I hear Caleb howling with laughter. "Caleb fucking Carter!" I bellow and before I know it he breaks into a run, still laughing. ________________ Highest Rankings #1 - projectbadassgirls #1 - humor #8 - badboy

Book 2 of New York Series (Does not need to be read as a series) "I think I could enjoy you staring at my lips all day." His hand slid up my cheek and for a flickering moment, my eyes met his but it was like I had some magnetic pull to his lips and could not for the life of me turn away from them. "I think I could enjoy you staring at my breasts all day but we can't always get what we want, can we Armani?" I could feel how his eyes wandered and knew in my low cut shirt he got a perfect look down my shirt. In a gentle swoosh, his thumb rubbed my cheek and once again I was urged to look him in the eyes but before I did, I watched the way his lips curved upwards into that gorgeous smirk I loved so much. "Well, if you asked nicely, sweetheart maybe what you wanted could have become a reality. But, I guess that can't happen now, can it Vivi?" ♡━━━━━━ ◦ ✤ ◦ ━━━━━━♡ Vanesia Williams' body is littered with the result of her past. Her past has also given her humour like no other. What happens when God plants a handsome man in the home she's staying in for the summer? Armani Bravo has had a past of violence. What else can you expect from a Mafia Leader? But, what happens when he meets a girl who jokes about her own struggles and happens to slither her way past his heart?

"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed. "W-What?" "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs. Even if he had wounded my heart, I couldn't do anything else but take my clothes off for him. *** #1 in badboy #1 in interracial #4 in teenromance

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.

Maura Leighton has a dark secret from her home city that she is running away from. She moved to a small town in hopes no one would recognise her there, that she could put the past behind her. Maura only wants to get through the rest of the school year without complications, but when you are the new kid at school, everyone has their eye on you, figuring you out. Adrien Rayne suffered through the worst school break imaginable, once he returned home he is hoping to be able to quietly put it in the back of his mind and carry on with school, though that turns out harder than he thought when he discovers the girl who turned his break into hell had moved to his school. And he knew her dark secret. Maura and Adrien spend the last half of their senior school year battling darkness from both their present and past. What makes it difficult is when they merge into one. It becomes even harder when the two have an undoubted sexual connection that they can't ignore no matter how hard they try, even when they know how wrong they are for each other. • • • Suddenly there was a large tug on the back of my head, someone had yanked my ponytail. I spun around as much as I could, their grip was strong on my hair. I saw my brown hair in a tight grip, I trailed my eyes up a male's tattooed arm towards a pair of dark grey eyes, his eyelids were red and puffy, as if he had been crying, or he was high. His face was set in a glare, his dark hair, messy, as if all he had done to get ready was shake his head around. It was the guy, Adrien, who was separated from Riley's group. He was tall. I was average height, maybe even slightly above average but Adrien towered over me, I had to look up at him. "What fucking right do you have to come to his school." Adrien snarled. He knew. I didn't know him though. • • • warnings: mature themes and violence, drug abuse, mentions of overdose, mentions of sexual assault

C O M P L E T E D ☙❦❧ "Who would ever love Medusa?" "The blind," he whispered. ☙❦❧ She was a daughter worth nothing in a family worth everything. They didn't want her and she was hurt. Neglected. On the other side of the same spectrum stood him. Being taken advantage of does a number on many. A childhood is something almost no one forgets and he'll never forget his. So he took his anger out on the punching bag in the abandoned building each night. He can't hold all those frustrations in. Two people broken beyond repair. One too scared and one too angered to just want to be any longer. But one day, they stumble upon each other. And Maddox Lohan knew he had to save Evelyn Moreau from the same fall he would not be able to escape. But was it fair? To show someone a life worth living when he himself did not want to live? ☙❦❧ 1/11/18 - 10/17/19 [ COMPLETED ] [ 4 pre-chapters + 35 chapters + epilogue ] #1 in young adult reads (8/12/19 - 9/20/19) #1 in boxer (8/23/19 - 9/19/29) #2 in teen romance (05/01/20-05/03/20) #29 in teen fiction (03/13/20-03/15/20) Cover by @xtruebeautyx Copyright ©

USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 ..... After Matteo Verrati kidnaps Aurora Moretto to save her life, they both agree that it would be safer for her to stay with him because of the threats to her life. Aurora didn't expect to find solace in him, Aurora didn't expect to fall for him and she surely didn't expect to go insane.