SOON TO BE PUBLISHED BY W BY WATTPAD BOOKS! Grace wants to prove herself by making the men's hockey team at her new school. Will a rivalry with the captain - or an attraction between them - get in the way? ***** When Grace Gillman moves to California, she's determined to play hockey -- even if that means making a place for herself on her new school's only team. But Sebastian Evans doesn't want a girl on the men's team, even if she's a great player. He's convinced she'll distract the other boys and cost them their shot at the championship - and with it, his only chance at a scholarship to his dream college. But despite his icy attitude towards her, he can't help but feel a connection building between them - which quickly gets complicated when he learns she has eyes for someone else. Will they remain rivals on the rink, or will things heat up between them? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

A businessman with the world at his fingertips and a body built to fuck. Elliot Salvatore was every women's favorite heartbreak. Not only had he got it all but he knew it too. Except her. Azrael Carmen hated all men and they hated to want her. Cold bitch was her middle name and whispers on the street was to beware of said bitch, she drank the blood of her enemies. People in the business world disliked her. So what? She thrived on their hatred. Until, it became a fucking problem. Investors started pulling out. Business was crumbling apart. Her father watching the whole thing with perfect view from his million dollar yacht. Seeing him again was the fucking cherry on top. He had a perfect solution to her problem. Fake date him. Everyone loved him. Strolling around London on his arm was basically the golden ticket to the top of the world. All she had to do was try not to stab the man in the throat with her heels. • book four of the Salvatore's series can read as a stand-alone (best to read book 3 first) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.

❝Come on beautiful, how long are you going to pretend that I'm not the reason for that❞ His eyes glide down my body and stop at my thighs that had mindlessly pressed themselves together. "When you stop pretending I'm not the reason for that" I gesture towards his legs this time, his thighs parted and the hard erection showing through his pants. I can't help but clear my throat at the print. He stands up, with no shame. Not even trying to cover or adjust himself, he only walks towards me as I sit on the chair in his office. With the nudge of his foot, he parts my legs so he can step between them, lifting my chin with his index finger and I meet those enchanting eyes. He leans closer to my ear and his hand finds its place on my thigh, causing my skin to become warmer. "I'm not pretending beautiful, I will happily admit you're the one that gets me this hard any day." Grace Kennedy is smart, beautiful and kind. She's studying to become a doctor one day but before she can afford all the expenses, she works with her mother in her family's bakery. Mariano is a man of charms and far too handsome for his own good. Emerald green eyes that could be mistaken for the actual jewel itself. His entire life revolved around his four year old daughter and his younger brother. Grace couldn't ignore how shy she felt around him as she grew to see him even more. Doing her best to keep the charming man at arm's length, it was hard to do when he knew exactly how to rile her up. She was his Beautiful Addiction. Extended Description in Introduction!

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes." His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity. __________________ This book contains strong languages read at owns risk. UNEDITED.

Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons. Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, longs for a life out of her mother's shadow where she can experience reality off the stage and escape pre-arranged romances. Day one, Brooklyn abruptly meets the proud and hardworking bartender from Florida. The name's Cassie Spencer, and she's as beautiful as she is sassy. The typical boys - Noah Anderson and his partner-in-crime, Gael Fletcher - who have been life long best friends and are now co-workers, are intimidating players always looking for a good time. In their true nature, they seek companionship in the girls they meet on board - even if only for seven days. Drama arises when the girls witness a crime the boys take part in. Because it's their job, the boys have to report back to their boss, Zane Ali. The girls are simultaneously sent invitations to apply to Zane's club "The Playroom" via email. And as if by chance or dumb luck, the girls end up both moving to the same apartment building in California. They quickly learn they are not the only ones there when they come face-to-face with Noah and Gael from the cruise and all end up under the same roof. Zane orders the girls to be looked after carefully by Noah and Gael and are given strict orders NOT to have any relations with them. Think they'll follow their orders? Or will they give into their manly instincts? When word gets out that they've been seeing each other, Zane takes matters into his own hands. Furious about this, there are people seeking revenge. But WHO killed infamous millionaire Zane Ali? Call it an accident, or call it fate. . . "what's meant to be will always find a way" Apartment 311 by Natasha Carmen (2020) *this is a crossover w/ @beautifulbliss26 , check out Apartment 306 on her page!*

I whimpered as I felt the cold metal touched my back. I know he's an ass but I never thought he would go as far as hurting me physically. I looked at him as he strayed towards me. "You're not going anywhere, babe."he said. He pulled my hair up and started licking my neck. Sucking it and biting. "P..please Tyler. S..stop this.", I said between my sobs. I can still feel the excruciating pain at my back but his kisses on my neck are somehow helping decrease the pain. I hate myself for thinking like this. "Say it.. say sorry for talking back at me.", he whispered menacingly. I looked at him ridiculously but immediately regretted it. "Ha. So you won't say sorry?" Without waiting for my response, he turned me to face the wall. He was holding my arms at my back. I winced when he tightened his grip. I yelped when he lift my skirt and slapped my back. "Fuck.", I groaned as I felt the sting on my lower back spread. A tear escaped my eyes, followed by a train of tears. "P-please.. Tyler..stop this.", I begged. "Ha? That's not what I wanted to hear." For the second time, he slapped my ass. It was so loud that it almost echoed in my empty room. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slowly caressing my skin. I feel sore already. "Do you want to say something?" I bit my lower lip and tossed my pride out of the window. "I.. I'm sorry Tyler." I heard him snicker. "Sorry for what?" This is so frustrating. Yet I can't do anything but beg. "I.. I'm sorry for r-raising my voice and talking back at you." i said between my sobs. "What else?" I closed my eyes as I hear my heart beats faster. He yanked my hair. "What else?! "I'm sorry for.." I swallowed the big lump on my throat. "I'm sorry for.. n-not letting you touch m-me." "Good little step sis.", he patted my head. I heard him snicker before he pulled me for a hard kiss.