"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

[Formerly known as 'Trinkets'] Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common. Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they can't ignore each other forever. If that wasn't the case, they wouldn't even acknowledge each other's existence. Right? Wrong. What meets the eye isn't all there is, is it? Throw a big fat Indian wedding, some alcohol, and a dimly lit hotel room together, and you'll find out, too. Because Mahika and Amoli certainly do.

"You can't make me leave no matter what you do." He gets close to my face smirking. "I'm a royal, I leave on my own accord princess." A seemingly innocent girl catches the eyes of an incubus. ++ this story contains explicit and triggering themes, viewer discretion advised. don't forget to support my story by voting and commenting, thank you & enjoy ++ cover done by me side note I wrote this book as a teen and I hate it it's only up cuz some people enjoy it

"Little Valerie," said Kai, bending closer to me. "Are you blackmailing me into dating you?" He didn't seem particularly disturbed by the notion. In fact, he remained completely amused. "Yes?" Kai grinned. "Very mafia of you. I'm weirdly kind of into it." *** When Valerie Williams discovers that her long-term boyfriend is sleeping with her best friend, she devises a revenge plot to get back at them both. But when she asks bad boy Kai Delaney to pretend to date her, she never thought her heart would be on the line. *** Self-proclaimed pessimist Valerie Williams is definitely your glass-half-empty kind of girl. However, Valerie is surprisingly optimistic when her (ex) boyfriend cheats on her with her (also ex) best friend. Valerie doesn't believe in holding grudges; she believes in getting even. Which doesn't seem easy, until her boyfriend's least favourite person and her best friend's long-standing crush, the sarcastic, cocky and popular bad boy extraordinaire Kai Delaney crashes, quite literally, into her life. When Kai accidentally hits her car with what is practically a monster truck, and can barely afford to cover it, Valerie has an idea. If Kai agrees to pretend to date her, for long enough to make her boyfriend and best friend regret their actions, Valerie will give him the duration of their scam to pull together the money to pay her back. Revenge is a dish best served fake. [150,000-200,000 words]

Hip-no-fo-bia | Hypno-pho-bia | /hɪpnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/. noun: Extreme or irrational fear of falling asleep. #2 in the Phobia series. __________ The wind blew softly, shifting wisps of her golden blonde hair. She laughed at her own silly jokes as they walked. "A little birdie told me you eat pasta for breakfast," Taylor blurted out to the stoic man in front of her. Oh, she knew he was annoyed alright, she knew he didn't appreciate her following him against his own will. But she just can't help it, there's something about the long-haired man that keeps pulling her in, like an invincible force, dragging her to danger. "I mean, I'm not judging you," She carried on, kicking pebbles out of her way. "Even the best of us have a knack for being weird." The man walking ahead of her suddenly stopped walking. Taylor had managed to prevent herself from bumping into him but had succeeded in wobbling and toppling over. Her butt was inches away from the ground when her hand was gripped and she was pulled up. She ignored the tingles that jolted up her arm and stood upright. He gave her one pointed look before saying; "I'm not weird." And then he resumed walking. Taylor laughed and brushed her hands on her jeans. "Then what are you, Gregory Weston?" ** Maryam M.B♥

Amalia Romano is a selective mute. After years of enduring abuse from her step father, who has ridiculed and hurt her mercilessly, she doesn't want to talk, for fear of what might happen if someone doesn't like what she says. But then her step father--who's care she has been in for two years, ever since her mum died--passes away, and her father, who she was taken away from when she was three, agrees to take her in. But she isn't the smiley little girl she used to be. And the Romano men have secrets of their own, ones they want to keep their twelve year old princess away from. 1M VIEWS: Sunday, 12th March 2023 COVER BY: @sugarhighstoned

these are a bunch of different aesthetics! feel free to comment suggestions for the book! #1 in darkroyalcore 05/03/21 #1 in arthoe 05/07/21 #1 in darkparadise 11/04/21 #1 in angelcore 11/05/21 #2 in lightacademia 12/28/21

Do I really need a description for this? The title is self explanatory. Unless you're that stu- I'm gonna save the insults for the book.

In a world where Soulmates exist, people are born with or without one. I, Aera Irene Whitfield a 20-year-old Actress who is studying business have been blessed by not one but SIX soulmates. But something happened. At the age of 16, I met one of them. I only saw their eyes through the pulled down window of a black Mercedes car. The eyes of those who found their soulmate glow of a blue hue. I could feel my eyes changing color but then the car drove off. Not even a day later, my eyes turned into a pure silver shade. That means I've been rejected, not by one but by all SIX soulmates. I'VE BEEN REJECTED BY WHO KNOW'S WHO! ****************************** I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED, CREDITS TO THE ARTIST, IF YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN GIVE THEM CREDITS, I ONLY FOUND THE PICTURES ON PINTEREST Copyright Notice: ©2022 Ivory Valentina. All rights reserved. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Upload schedule: Once a Week, Twice if I feel like it. Started: August 20, 2021 Ended: The Third Book I made