"You need help, Austin!" I shouted. "No I don't!" He yelled back, stepping closer to me. I looked down as fear entered my body. My fingers began shaking as tears welled up in my eyes. He cornered me, and I had nowhere to go. "Look at me," Austin said. "No," I shook my head. "Look at me!" He grabbed my wrist, forcing my head up. His eyes suddenly softened slightly. I snatched my arm away from him as tears trailed down my cheeks. He looked lost, confused. Nothing more was said before he turned and ran away.

HORROR / ROMANCE (Soft Erotica Horror) - [Rated R] - A tale of a stalkers obsession. Hunter was a serial killer, and completely psychotic. He grew up in a mental health correctional facility for the criminally insane for killing his family at nine years old. Hunter was also diagnosed with CIPA, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain at a young age. Because of this he couldn't feel pain or pleasure which led to a hatred for women, and an addiction to watching others suffer. Until he met Raven. He became obsessed with the woman who stayed up late every night reading books about murder, drinking coffee at all hours of the day. He found himself following her,watching her every move. Problem was, she never paid any attention to him. Raven was always focused on Jackson, her boyfriend. When Hunter decides to kill Jackson in front of Raven then steal her away, her world gets turned upside down. Instead of Raven falling in love with Hunter like he'd planned, she begins falling in evil. NOTE: This is the one and only romance I will ever write. 1st Draft. No editing or revisions done at this time.

⛔TRIGGER WARNING⛔ ⚠This book contains graphic scenes. You've been warned⚠ What would happen if a person who is filled with a feeling of neglect and abandonment, encountered a flood of adoration, attention, love, obsession and possessiveness that she was obscured to have? Would she let herself get drowned by the excessive love from someone she merely know, or would she escape far away from him and continue to live her dull life? A heart filled with a feelings of neglect and abandonment, that's how Kenya Heartfilia describes her mere meager existence. All her life, she felt alone and disregarded by her very own birth parents. From the very time her existence has been known, its already cast aside. The father whom she never met, left, both of her mother and her when she wasn't even born yet. Then her mother, the very person who carried her in her womb for nine moths, left her to her grandmother as soon as she was born. "I love you and I will follow you wherever you go, because you're mine, only mine. I'll kill anyone who will take you away from me" "I won't let you be alone anymore. Even though I know deep down inside you don't really love me. I'm aware of that this is just one sided love. But I love you and I will follow you wherever you go even in hell... Nothing could keep us apart... Nothing, and we will both have back our sanity"

Peach McCoy It's fun to dance with the devil until he drops you during a leap. At first, I'd thought this devil was none other than the Don of the Russian Bratva, Viktor Makarovich. He was hunting me down for hacking into his mafia's secret network and knowing a little too much about his little illegal fraternity. He caught me, I escaped and this was the dance I thought would get me killed but someone wants us both dead now. The beat of the music has changed and we have to dance together and not against each other if we want to find the guilty party and be alive to tell the tale. There's something about Viktor that lights a spark in me I thought was long gone. The thing is, what I wish we could have cannot happen while we move to what might be the end of our song. I'm smart and I can figure out how to hack into anything I want but for some reason... I only want to know The Code To A Don's Heart. Viktor Makarovich I was just supposed to track down a hacker. It was my way to get away from the Bratva for a while because since my dad and older brother were dead, the mafia was mine. I didn't want it. I just wanted to hunt, kill and protect under someone else's rule but... things have changed. The woman I thought I was going to kill somehow became my only accomplice. Someone wants me- us- dead and I'm sure I know who but the deeper I dig into the affairs of what is now my Bratva, the more unsure I become. The connection I feel to Peach isn't helping. For the first time in what seems like forever, I'm more focused on keeping her alive than myself. She challenges me, pushes me to my limits and being around her is more of a high than I've ever felt on a hunt. She doesn't know it but that great mind of hers, in her words, is finding The Code To A Don's Heart.

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.

"I need you, Ally. You're all I want. Every time I see you my heart beats faster, and I can't control myself." He looked me in the eyes with so much lust. He tightened his hold on my wrist. "P-please Mr. Morrison Let me go you're hurting me!" I just wanted to run, to run and hide so no one could find me. Especially him. "If I can't have you, then no one can." His eyes darkened as he walked out of the girls restroom. I slid down the stall door hugging myself, probably thinking I could protect myself from him. What have I gotten myself in to? What would you do if you had a new Math teacher your senior year, who was really attractive? What would you do if he seemed to have liked you and you thought you felt the same? But you also knew how much trouble you could get in for even touching him in a way that a normal student wouldn't. Most importantly, what would you do if you got involved with a teacher who suddenly had this strange obsession with you, and he'd do anything to have you? That's what happened to Ally. And she's scared.

(COMPLETED STORY) It's Rose Adam's senior year of highschool, and she just moved to a suburban town known as Blakeson Canyons. As every trouble in her life seems to fall into place in this perfect town, she soon comes across a mysterious 17 year old boy, left alone and not talked to for his past, Blaire Weston. Warned to not talk to what's assumed to be a psychotic killer, Rose can't help but to get to know him to understand who he is, thinking that everyone is so quick to jump to conclusions. Little does she know, it would be the worst mistake of her life.

DISCONTINUED FOR REWRITING ❝You're still a prick.❞ I say out of breath. He kisses down my neck lightly biting between kisses as I hastily unbutton his shirt. ❝Mhm,❞ He mumbles, his tongue peaks out as he kisses my collarbone. ❝And you're still a bitch.❞ He unzips my dress. ❝I hate you.❞ I bring his mouth back to mine in need. He grinds into me letting out a low groan. ❝Good, likewise,❞ He rips off my dress leaving me in my lace underwear. He licks his lips, his eyes growing dark at the sight. ❝Now stop talking and let me fuck you, yeah?❞ ♚♚♚ Ever since Phoenix's dad was murdered in front of her and her mom kidnapped by the same man- Andrey Petrov- all she's wanted is revenge. Her own personal vendetta. Finally the day comes where she can go on the risky mission to find her mom and kill Andrey But there's a catch. She has to work with a team for the dangerous mission. What's even worse is that her rival -Agent 18- Hayes Kingsely is on the team. What will happen when the two agents start a no strings attached relationship so they can tolerate each other out of the bedroom? Will they be able to keep their feelings strictly lustful? Follow the agents on a mission full of action, drama, lust, love, and more. *mature language and sexual content* (better synopsis inside)

- [ ] sun•shine: cheerfulness; happiness- What he made her feel and her to him. ˈDevin Jaylen-Rose Anderson, an impulsive liar and full of jokes; she's always up for an adventure. Marco Hernandez, subtle and kept to himself; leader of the Spanish Mafia. He set on a mission when a traitor is in his mafia, but it's more complex with a distraction. The story only really begins when when the mission is over. ••••••• I walk to his closet grabbing my 'hidden' bras "And stop stealing my bras!" "But your boobs are so pretty they don't deserve to be in captured by those evil things, I won't stand for it." He saids determined. "Then sit down." I stuff the bras into my suitcase. ••••••• Book One of the Beloved Series

[-] "He saw all the stars in the solar system in her eyes." ••••••• Delani Taylor is the type of girl who wears silk ribbons in her hair and sketches anything and everything. She's blunt and straightforward; except for when comes to her feeling about her best friend. The sweetest boy who could always make the most trouble, and always listens to one person; his best friend. August Beckham had many happy places the stars, the hidden field of flowers behind the school, but most importantly; his best friend. ••••••• "Delani, Imma cum." I grit through my teeth. It was at the point I had to close my eyes because if I continues to watch at her ride me I would cum in a matter of seconds. "Can you hold it for me? I'm almost there baby, I promise." She saids through shallow breaths. My legs start to tremor as I threw my head back against the comforter when I feel her tighten around me, "Fuck I-" I felt a tinge of embarrassment when my words turn into a whimper. "You're doing so good, August. So fucking good." She moans. ••••••• Book Two of the Beloved Series Can be my read as a stand alone. 6/16/22- 1/1/23