18+ His first mistake was letting her go Hers was taking him back Four years after Alessio had Karma relocated to London, she returns. Karma returns to New York after a failed engagement and cheating ex. Hoping for a fresh start back in her old stomping grounds , Karma sets off to have her old job back. Head Journalist for the New York Times. Alessio De'Luca had let the one women he could see a future with go Four years ago. He couldn't risk his family being exposed because of their shared feelings. Yet , Alessio was a selfish bastard like all his brothers. When she returns will he stay away, or will old feelings conjure up again. ------- "How about you call me when you can tell me the truth,"I said getting up and grabbing my bag. I was halfway across the room when I felt his calloused hands yank me towards his hard chest. "Or ," he mumbled, moving my braid to the other side of my neck. "How about I bend you over this desk and make you scream my name," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I chuckle softly as I step out of his embrace and walk towards the door. Turning on my heels I give him a once over as I bite my lower lip,"get down on your knees and beg for it first," I say sweetly as his eyes darken and his pants tighten. Down boy. "Goodbye Mr. De'luca " I laugh as I exit his office leaving him horny and slightly flabbergasted. Lord knows that I would be paying for that down the road.

18+ Rhea Knight never wanted to become the person she is today. She had dreams and ambitions. Sadly life decided to shit on her and lead her down a dark path filled with pain and agony. Anthonie De'luca fucks his way through A-list models and socialites. He runs multiple multi-billion dollar companies and is second in command to the Italian Mafia. Life has fucked Anthonie over one too many times. Rhea and Anthonie are one an the same when it comes to Life destroying their hopes and dreams. What happens when two shattered souls find each other ? Will they help each other heal or will they tear each down ? ---- "You are such a fucking asshole Anthonie De'Luca!God,how could I be so fucking stupid!" She yelled as she ran a hand through her naturally wavy hair. I took joy in pissing her off , it lead to great make up sex. She calls me an asshole now but will be screaming my name in exactly five minutes. "Are you done?" I ask raising my wrist that was covered in my rolex "Either you get down on your knees and suck or there's the door." She quickly made her way towards me. Before I could detect it, her hand came flying towards my face. "Bite me Anthonie ." She said raising her hand to slap me again. This time I caught it just before it made contact with my skin. "Wrong move Rhea, you know I like the pain." I smirk as I watch her thighs clench and her throat bob. I grip her waist harshly and pull her towards me. My hands bunch up the bottoms of her dress and trail up her thighs. "You're soaking Rhea," I murmur against her neck. "Just shut the hell up and fuck me," she says, pushing me against the desk.

18+ "Antonio"I gasped as he gripped my throat harder making me moan.He backed me into the walls and started to slowly lean in a claimed my lips in a soft sensual kiss. "We shouldn't do this"I whispered onto his lips. "But your body says different Abby"he said as he felt my wetness. "Your my best friend though"I moan as he slid his fingers between my folds. "We both know deep down we care about each other as more than best friends"he says looking hungrily into my eyes. ------ Follow Abigail and Antonio on their journey of love,family,and bloodshed. This is book two in the "Their lost angels "series!!! It is a stand alone but if you didn't read the first book you will probably think the book is moving a little too fast. IF YOU COPY MY BOOK I WILL REPORT YOU!!!

Trigger warnings!! This story has mentions of Self harm and suicide. It also has detailed descriptions of murder scenes, rape, and gore. If you are sensitive to this stuff, please, self care is number one importance, please do not read this book!! Hello! If you're reading this, chances are you've been invited to hang out with me and a whole bunch of other sanses for a fun little game. Who am I you may ask? Many call me Sans, others Bill, but I'm mostly known as Bill!Sans. Pleasure to meet you. Like I said Before, I'm inviting you and a bunch of other sanses for a fun little game. Meet me in my AU for the rules. Oh! Also, if you decide to turn down this offer, you can have the option to come or die. It's your choice. That's all for now! Cypher Out!

For years the brothers were fighting. For years they hurt eachother. For years they hated eachother. For years they were apart like no siblings should be. But in the end, they made up, and stopped the fighting stopped the hurting, stopped the hating, and where finally together. But there was just one tiny problem. Cross. Nightmare loves Cross with all his soul, but so does Dream. So despite his love for Cross, he decided to do the only thing he thought was right. Let Dream have Cross. After everything Nightmare has done to Dream, he felt the only thing he could do to make up for it all, was to let Dream have the light of his life. So with everything said and done, he let Cross go and let Dream win his heart. Even if it meant losing a teammate, losing a friend, losing a family, and losing a crush. He loved his brother just as much as he loved Cross, so to make him happy, and make up for everything he's done, he let Dream have Cross all to himself. But what if Cross didn't like Dream? What if Cross loved Nightmare? What if he wanted to stay by Nightmare's side forever. What if he never didn't want it go with Dream? He was in the middle of a silent war about him, and he didn't even have a say in anything. But it was to late, Nightmare already let Cross go.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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