After the first race of the season, the famous Nico Walton finally gets beaten in a race by an anonymous person who leaves rose petals after themselves. Since the person leaves no sign of who they truly are, Nico has a new goal for this season. To find out who "Petal" is. ~ "Please, just go.", he whispers slowly. "I don't want you here right now." "Then, why did you even bring me back here with you. You could've just let me go home.", I ask, slowly getting angrier, but still trying not to lose my balance in his sake. "God, how and why can't you understand?", he looks up at me with his green eyes filled with pain and devastation. The look on him face makes me want to forget everything and just be with him, hug and touch him until I've touched and claimed every single spot on his perfect body. "Can't understand what? What are you talking about?", my hands clammy and voice breaking due to the tension in the room. "That I fucking love you." And suddenly he breaks. His voice. His back. His knees. The facade he tried to keep up. The walls he tried to build so high up. He just breaks.

"If i wear a maid suit you'll give me pussy?" "Yep"I said smiling He nodded signing the agreement i made. "No running and calling me daddy even in front of my friends and your friend. And no teasing me"he proceeded "Deal"I said shaking his hand and signing my part of the paper agreement. JANUARY 25-FEBRUARY 2 Book was written when I was 15 years old so like be aware of cringe😀

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

[SAMPLE. Paperback and Kindle e-book OUT NOW] A woman who's been through too much and a man that seems too good to be true. Raelynn and Milo. ***** 21-year-old Raelynn Garcia just moved into her new apartment when she gets stuck in an elevator with her downstairs neighbor, Milo Evans. He's built well, perfect even, with a smile that could blind, and she finds herself spewing all her problems out to this stranger she's forced to be accompanied by. After Milo pitches to her a deal to fake-date in order to convince her family that's she's not the unhinged girl she once was, things take a turn in directions she never could've seen coming. [[Content warning: mention of SA; insomnia, and claustrophobia]] Started: February 17th, 2022 End date: September 15, 2022

Mr Miller is my hunk of an English teacher. I don't know what I did to deserve this blessing but he's a God on earth! The end of the year is rapidly approaching, so I know that I need to make my move, otherwise it'll be too late. I know that when I'm old I don't want to be dwelling over the things I didn't do. I'd do it on the things I did do!

Don't even ask.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }