That voice belonged to a drop-dead gorgeous, sexy, hot and handsome guy. He was so hot like the sun that I don't mind getting sunburnt. His voice was so deep like the pacific ocean that I don't mind drowning in it. His hair looked so smooth like melted dark chocolate. My hands were itching to run them through his hair. His five o clock shadow gave him a masculine and manly look. The aura that he carried around him screamed mystery and danger. It was at that moment that I knew that it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT! 🔱 "This is your problem. You run away from your problems and you know what they call people like you? Cowards! YOU'RE A COWARD!" And the next thing I know, pain shot through my neck. His hand was holding my neck tightly, not tight enough to kill me but tight enough to form a bruise. He looked over me, pushing me against the edge. I was on the verge of falling and if it isn't for his hand holding my neck, I'm pretty sure my brain would have been scattered all over the backyard. 🔱 NOELLE STEPHEN is a sucker for romance. She may look like a naïve innocent angel, but NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. No matter how much of a hopeless romantic she is, she is not the one to believe in LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. According to her perspective, love, at first sight, is a HYPERBOLE, an OVER-EXAGGERATED STATEMENT that is only found in books and movies. DANTE ROMERO is a cold and heartless beast. He fears nothing, well nothing except LOVE. According to his perspective, love is a weakness, A DEATHLY WEAKNESS. To him, love is worse than DEATH, BLOOD, AND GUNS. But what happens when forces force them to be together, forces exerted by the CRUEL FATE? Opposites attract each other, a fundamental physics law, but is this law applicable to humans too? Peep in to find out! 🔱 BEST RANKINGS: #3 in jealousy #5 in dark past #8 in mafia #30 in fate (NOT EDITED) ~~

When poor, abused Addison Snow finally runs away from her unforgiving home she thinks her life could finally get better with a new job and a forbidden romance but can her life improve when her secret is eating inside of her every day? When Ryder Walsh a possessive, playboy, billionaire finally meets his new assistant he doesn't know what hit him, she's beautiful, smart and hiding something...but what is it? Can Addison overcome her tragic past and finally come clean about the truth? Or will the truth win and overcome her first? A story when two worlds collide... *warning contains swearing* #1 romance 27/07/18 #56 Life 29/0718 #37 in love 5/08/18 #3 in work 16/12/18

*****PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS FORCED TO MARRY A BILLIONAIRE MANWHORE***** Getting married is a day most girls daydream about from childhood to adulthood. A day where you wear a gorgeous white gown and walk down the isle to your amazing groom. Girls plan the entire day, from the setting to the cake. But what do you do when you can have all of that, except the one important thing? Love. Sage Slade is in that very predicament. After finding out she's actually the granddaughter of a billionaire by the name of Andrew Emerson, a man who owns a variety of successful franchises. Sage is immediately forced into an engagement with the son of her grandfather's closest friend, Greyson Blackstone. Greyson's a manwhore and he doesn't hide it, Sage hates it and doesn't hide it. Putting them together is like fire and ice. One moment they could care less about each other then suddenly they're at each other's throats. Despite that, feelings develop, and inevitable heartbreak comes with it. A roller coaster ride most would say. But one that's too tempting to ride. Maybe there's a happy ending for the two. Then again, maybe there's not. HIGHEST RANKING #2 IN GENERAL FICTION #1 IN YOUNG ADULT #1 IN ROMANCE ****UNDER HEAVY EDITING****

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

Jennifer Harper, 22 years old, never liked to party but decided to go after finding her boyfriend of three years and her step sister in bed. What she doesn't know is that going to the club that night will change her life forever............. Xavier DeLuca, 26 years old, a multi billionaire, has everything he ever desired, he took interest in girls just to play them and never took them seriously that was until that night at the club...........

Ciara Belmont's ex lover, Dante De Luca, is back in her life and he is seeking for revenge. Ciara completely ignores why he wants to take revenge, after all if there was victim in all this, it was her, she was the one left broken hearten and pregnant. For her bad luck, Ciara's father makes a huge mistake, a mistake of which Dante takes advantage of and forces her to become his mistress. But will Ciara be able to full fill her paper as Mistress in order to save her family? Dante De Luca, owner of De Luca Enterprises, wants to take revenge on his ex-lover, Ciara Belmont. Luckily for him, Ciara's father just made a bad move, and he was not going to waste the chance of his life to get revenge and destroy Ciara. As he forces Ciara to be his mistress, he notices something: Ciara has change, she is not the same smiling girl he knew years back, now she seems to be empty, distant. Has Dante made a mistake?

My name is Stuart John.I am rich. No, I am filthy rich. I am arrogant and handsome. I am always one step ahead of the game. The world revolve around me. Governments fear me. My employees obey me. Girls fall down on my feat. I don't respect anyone, yet everyone respect me. That's me. My name is Zainab and I am a Muslim. I wake up at 4 am to pray Thahajuth and then Fajr, which is one of the 5 mandatory prayer in Islam. I am shy and humble. Atleast I believe I am humble. I work for Stuart John, one the most rich people in the world as his personal secretary. Except for the pay, there is absolutely no reason why I think I should be working for this man, who is arrogant, stubborn, short tempered and believe the entire earth revolves around him.Yet, I need the money to support myself and the mess my family left me with.

NEW VERSION of this series is now up on my profile!! Book 3/3. Can also be read separately. Full of twists and turns.

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

[Formerly titled Billion's Bride] [STATUS - EDITING] "I want a church wedding." "You want a church wedding?" He seethed. "Are you also open to consummating this holy matrimony?" Her eyes shot up to meet his. Her heartbeat could be heard in the quiet room after the true meaning of what he was asking, settled in. "Believe me, Em, if I take you to that altar, it will be to honor every last vow I take." His eyes travelled briefly to the erratic rise and fall of her chest. "Now tell me, Em..." fixing his gaze back on hers, he asked, his voice low, "Are you willing to share my bed?"