Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K

Becoming a stripper or taking part in what most people would term as 'prostitution' was never my dream. Becoming a hooked drug addict was never part of my future plans either. I had always been another normal ambitious teenager with a dream to have a top class job with a huge office on the 30th floor, but all that dream faded and life became a nightmare when I was sold to a drug dealer by my drug addict stepfather, months after mom's illness. The money my stepfather got supposedly kept him high but for me it became more than just being high. My life consisted of abuse, alcohol, drugs,poles and men. I wasn't given a choice to do otherwise, well not until I was rescued or more like pitied and not being killed when my boss and his men were taken out by one of the guy I was sent to seduced that same night. Who is this guy? Well I'm about to find out when I regain consciousness. This is the third book in the mafia trilogy. 1.Daddy's Little Assassin 2.Caught In The Middle 3.Rescued&Risen**

"The Mob Boss and the Stripper" - Suffering from an abusive relationship, Emilia didn't think her life could get any worse until the night her boyfriend made a deal with the devil and gave her away to the mafia without hesitation in order to save his life and clear his name from his debt. Now, Emilia is stuck even further but little does she know that her life is bound to change forever when she meets the handsome devil, Vincent Fontana. But did it change for the greater or for the worse? ۵ "Who the hell are you?!" I asked in the midst of my panic as I stared at the blue eyed devil sitting down on the couch in front of me. "Allow me to introduce myself..." He chuckled, standing up to his full height that towered mine as he walked closer towards me. He raised his tatted hand up towards my face as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving my breathing to hitch. "I'm Mr. Fontana, now strip."

"You know that he sold you right? You were his card for more power, you were just a beneficial contract for both of us... What do you want now? You want me to let you go just like that? You know that I can't.. Enough with this you're coming tonight!"-he says and gets out of the house smashing the door on his way out. Her father married her with one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in the busines. Did she wanted this? No, it was all made for power. And now she lives with a man she doesn't know, she lives with a monster just like her father. She is supposed to be his wife now. To love him.... How can an innocent soul fall for a monster? The most wanted bachelor of the moment, the biggest Casanova and the worst enemy you could ever cross paths with. In a blink he finds himself married with a woman he wasn't used to deal with. So soft, fragile and innocent... She intrigues, angers and gives him a feeling he has never experienced before. Could it be lust or love? How can you buy a feeling like that? Aurora Piemonti and Dario Ret invite us to a new journey in the world of mafia and crime. The third book of the L'amore series. Enjoy!

"you shouldn't forgive the devil so easily"

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸- (𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛) 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛. (This is my first ever book, it gets better as it progresses trust me) Elena Rodriguez is a normal 20 year old, abused by her father but with one secret... She's been sold to the mafia, and forced in an arrangement. Leo Hernandez, is a 24 year old who runs the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when he sets his eyes on a girl and will do anything to make her his? What will happen when her father sells her to Leo as a way to get money? What will happen when an enemy of Leo's find out about Elena? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why do you get so worked up if another man even looks at me let alone touches me?!" I shout in his face making it clear that I want a straight up answer. "Because your mine! Your my wife!" He exclaims. "Your so bipolar I swear" I mutter under my breath looking down at my hands. "What did you just say to me?" He pins me against the glass shower wall, holding my hands above my head. Oh shit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First few chapters aren't too good but they get better I promise. (I hope) I'm not a good writer so please don't hate, I was just writing for fun, and somehow it got views! This is a fast paced love story! - This is the first book I have ever written so please keep in mind of the bad grammar.- Tw- Strong language Mature themes Some sensitive subjects

One thing, just one little thing Julie had to do to have a... Let's say decent... First day at her new school... Don't. Draw. Attention. First impressions mean everything. Just one little screw up and she knew that she would have to wish her junior year goodbye. So she decided to stick to this one grand rule that would ultimately determine her social life, reputation, and mentality. Survive through highschool. How hard can it be right? ... WRONG!!!! She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one... Little... HARMLESS glance outside of her new bedroom window. But all of a sudden... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There stood a half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!! So you may ask, what do you do in a situation like this? SIMPLE. You squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor... Because that's obviously not embarrassing... And start doing ninja rolls from one side of the room to the window curtains going COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. Well... That is until you bang your head against the wall after doing a total of SIX slightly slanted ninja rolls right in front of your friendly... Still without clothes... Abs are present... Somewhat very sexy... Abs are still present... Okay really good looking... ABS I REPEAT ABS ON SHOW... Hot, sexy, and did I mention ab-delicious Neighbor Or to be more specific... Ashton Rider. Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book one in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series WARNING: Lots of typing mistakes!!! Read at your own risk!! Editing will be taken place when I find motivation!!! (Heh... about that....)

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

Vanessa: There's nothing I hate in this world more than I do Aaron Sinclair. Hate is the only word for it. It's not dislike, it's not envy. It's resentment, it's detest, it's despise. I hate Aaron Sinclair. I loathe him. Unfortunately, working with the man and constantly competing with him doesn't make things any easier. Aaron: There's nothing in this world that makes my blood boil more than Vanessa Juliette Griffin. She's everything I hate and more. She's competition, she's too determined for her own good, and she's all smiles. Her smiles are too friendly, too bright, too... annoying. I loathe her. And working with her only makes me hate her more. ... Just when they think things could not be worse... they somehow are. One accidental kiss, one little lie, and everything unravels. Their nightmares are coming true. But the company sees an opportunity. And so they have a new project. The project in question? Date each other for the public eye. The perfect publicity stunt. But can Vanessa and Aaron survive each other? Can they find something real hidden between the lies? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED THIS BOOK IS INSPIRED BY THE SPANISH LOVE DECEPTION!

Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression