This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

A reverse button has been pressed - at what place are we now paused at in Francesca and Ethan's journey? Four months have passed, what happened since that evening in January? Did she get the help she so desperately needed? Did he keep up his end of the bargain? Only time will tell. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Strong Language and Sexual themes - Smut, Drugs and Alcohol. - - - ~ ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ~ "You're such a desperate whore, aren't you, huh?" He asks, and I nod, screwing my eyes closed, his words making the knot in my belly tighten further. "Then you're going to wait." "What-" I'm opening my eyes, seeing his hand reach for his belt. In a blink of an eye, he's ripping it out of the hoops, and he's grabbing my wrists, restraining them. "This okay?" He checks, his guard lowering, and I nod, biting on my lower lip. "Use your words, baby." "Yeah, it's okay." I say breathlessly.

" It started as a dare and became the hard truth " Except this is an emerald tornado, which will break the rules, and destroy all the boundaries between a girl and a boy. A girl and a boy who are nothing but alike will become " Emerald Addicted" couple when they least expected it. ....... " Did you fu*k him, Rene!" Ale asked frustrated at me. " I was drunk..., okay... And he said that I couldn't do it soo..., I.." I did a mistake. I fell into his trap just like the other girls. It was my game to begin with but he chose to play dirty. " Do you know what's about to happen now? " " Nothing, I'm sure he doesn't even remember me.. " In the meantime my phone vibrated and I open the message taping on the screen. It was the photo of me and Chris on the bedroom. Things are about to get hella messy. #1 addicted #1 college #1 richkid

Your life flips when your kidnapped by a mafia leader, Adriano and living under his rules in his house. His most trusted men help care for you when he's Busy and you grow comfortable to them rather quickly Till one of them do the unexpected and not only stab Adriano in the back but also put your life in danger...

18-year-old Bianca Vitale always gets what she wants. Whether it's a guy, money, or good grades, she has it all, except one thing of course. When she finally gathers up the courage to ask her father if she can join the Vitale family mafia and he says no, Bianca loses it. Can she make things work with the good guy? Or when she scares him away, will she give up and go for the bad boy? Warning: Mature Themes!! 18+ -language -sexual content -violence This is also a first draft with little to no editing done. *will edit after finished* All Rights Reserved © - this story belongs to @riaemd - no copying of any sort! Cover by - @_navyblueee_

[Needs Editing] "I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot. "I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke. "Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice. "What's hard?" I smirked, looking down at the ever growing bulge between his legs.... ~~~ Cecilia Rodriguez and Elijah DeNiro. Torn apart but meant to be. Love is the most powerful thing in the world, and nothing can stand in its way. ~~~

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After unknowingly saving a mafia boss from a botched bank robbery, Kiara accepts an offer to work for him as a translator, not realizing love may become part of the package. ***** Though Kiara Payne may be a genius when it comes to languages, what she knows of the real world largely comes from books and movies. But after foiling a robbery on her first day as a bank teller, Kiara finds herself thrust into a world of danger, her life resting in the hands of the infuriatingly sexy Italian mafia boss Milo Di Vaio. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo's translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family. Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara are both forced to question everything they thought they knew. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for? [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes and violence

Kaia Torres is a hard working college student, she just got back home for summer break. She wasn't looking for a relationship, instead she was focusing on getting things right for her future. But what happens when her new neighbours move in? She watches as an attractive man steps out of the car, seconds later joined by a young woman, was she his partner? Most likely. Well, better get back on with studying. ----------------------------- "I-umm, I wear underwear like this." I stuttered again. He kept stepping closer, swinging the red panties with each step. "Do you? These are quite revealing though, aren't they?" My cheeks were heating up. His eyes were burning through my soul. "Y-yes but they look pretty and I enjoy w-wearing them." I spoke. My breath hitched in my throat when he stopped walking. He was now towering over me. "Well, since you enjoy wearing underwear like this, you should try it on right?" He asked. I nodded again, not trusting my words. "For me." "F-for you?" I asked, confused. "Yes for me. Put them on when you get home and send me a picture. You can do that right?" His breath was fanning my face at this point. I needed it though, my face was on fire. "Y-yes." "Good girl." ----------------------------- ⚠️Warnings: mature themes, mature language, mention of alcohol and drugs, age gap relationship, sexual content I'm not good at writing summaries so just read, you will enjoy it :)