DO NOT COPY OR USE THIS BOOK AS A FANFIC. PLEASE. Book III - Can be read as a stand-alone At nineteen years old, Jamie Ella Black has everything and more she could ask for: a loving boyfriend, a supportive family, a protective best friend, and a bright future. The only thing imperfect in her perfect life was the fact that she had to prepare for the surgery that could, probably, restore her sight, and unlike everyone else, Jamie did not have high hopes for it. Enter Valentine Dark: the tall, brooding, mysterious, and untouchable Princess whose father also happened to be the gangster wanted by many. Those who knew Valentine feared her and for good reasons. She was not someone you would want to mess with and her reputation proceeded her: putting fear into the hearts of her peers. But then their two worlds collide and sparks fly, an invisible string is pulled and they are unable to fight what is meant to be. The world be damned, Jamie refuses to let Valentine go and, miraculously, Valentine feels the same. But will love be enough to keep them together? Or will they be pulled apart only to never find each other? Will fate intervene or will it let them fall? (IF YOU ARE NOT READING IT ON WATTPAD, IT IS STOLEN)

Aleah was just your average young adult - well, not entirely average - but the point is that she didn't need much from life and she was perfectly content with the idea that she was going to go to college, get a job, get married, and settle down like everyone else. That was until she takes a bullet for Kasey Sloane, the daughter of the fourth largest mafia in America. __________________________ WARNING THIS BOOK IS MATURE AND HAS A PRETTY ROUGH GANG INITIATION SCENE AND DEALS WITH TRAUMA AND ABUSE.

Like a moth to a flame, she drew me in. I felt the heat, but I dared not cower away. Scarred by the burn, I only reveled in the pain. I knew it was poisoned. I knew no good could come of us. But still, I kept going back to her. *** Dani Kingsley is a pastry chef by day and waitress by night. Despite her struggles in life, she is easy-going and optimistic. Ariella Wright is a successful editor for her father's publishing company. She has everything she ever dreamed of, but remains longing.

Completed ✨👸🏼 Born to the fairy elite, the royal line, next in line to take the crown, a queen to be announced on her next birthday, with her royal responsibilities and...one choice... only one... everything else has always been decided for her. "Who has Princess Rowan chosen to be her eternal mate?" A question, oh a question, It was already whittled down by the draw upon her birth, a family name picked at random, to keep this fairy line fair, hardly fair to the one picking, to do so from such a small pool of options. Luckily fairy families were large but as Rowan searched the faces in front of her, five brothers... all handsome, all rather eager to take the beautiful Princess's hand... it was the sister, stood to the left, observing, that caught Rowans eye and if she only got this one choice then it was clear. She had read the rules, many, many times, they clearly state to pick from the chosen families kin, sixteen years and over only, nothing on the gender, not that it had ever been done before but rules were rules and Rowan smirked as she let her choice roll over her tongue. She would choose the one thing her father would be most furious about but couldn't change, her choice, and no other fairy, king or not could change it. "Andromeda" she would announce, finger flexed toward her, and the entire kingdom would erupt in the great hall with shock, as Andromeda of the sky line, was pushed forward by her mother into the mix with her brothers. "Rowan" her father would curse "if you place that ring on her finger your line has ended... please rethink your choice" But Rowan didn't care... and Andy had called out to her long before now, the beautiful brunette with striking green eyes, a daring smile and a powerful magic that Rowan had long admired. And after all... it was Rowans choice... to hell with the rules. *I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR THIS BOOK TO BE COPIED, OR ADAPTED ON THIS PLATFORM, OR ANY OTHER, BY ANYONE ELSE* *Completed February 2023*

One hundred years ago two significant things happened. The first world war ended and a woman became immortally bound to this earth. Immortal intervention. Elite action from an ancient order. The members of Paragon. This power sustained only by one thing... mortal blood. Now she watches over London. Blending into city life. But a chance encounter with a mortal woman will interrupt her covert existence among them. A detective and a lawyer. One a dark guardian and the other navigating carefully around an immortal she cannot begin to understand. A dark attraction that cannot be explained. A constant lust for the lifeblood in her veins. When London becomes too small to contain her secrets she must disappear. But the one thing an immortal never considered was leaving the world behind with a mortal firmly at her side. The rules were never so blurred.

Hate. Detest. Despise. These words were the only way that Adaline Emery and Juliette Kingston could possibly describe their relationship, or lack thereof. They are both polar opposites. Juliette is the popular, rich queen bee while Adaline is the hard working nerdy misfit. They only had one thing in common...they both loathed eachother. ¥ ¥ ¥ Start date- 10/08/2022. Highest rankings achieved so far: -#1 in Aesthetic -#1 in girlxgirl -#1 in bisexual -#1 in Poc -#1 in wlw -#1 in lesbianromance Disclaimer: Plagiarism is a crime, no explicit permission is given by me to republish, convert, or translate this book under any circumstances.

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)

It is simple. I want you. Therefore, you are mine. The world was thrown into chaos when an enigmatic alien species landed onto Earth. Powerful beyond belief, humankind was at their mercy. Juliet has never met one of Them. After a chance encounter in a bookstore, she has to contend with a seductive, possessive, alien woman who will stop at nothing to make Juliet hers. [GxG, Possessive Romance]

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"Ruin the world?" "I mean yeah, we could do that." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - the daughter of New York's most dangerous mafia boss. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Delinquent, huh?" He raises his brows, completely ignoring my threat covered in design of a warning. "Would you rather criminal?" I return. "I'd rather you not jump to conclusions based on my appearance." He deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs slightly, looks to the side to reveal a sharp jawline before looking back at me, "I'm not here to take her," He changes the subject, "I just need to make sure she's alive and well." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻