[Part 1 | Completed ✓] Allea's life can be summed up in one word; waste. Looking back all she saw was a girl running behind things, things that never belonged to her. The thought of having another chance never crossed her mind, yet here she was. Staring at the reflection of her sixteen-year-old self, the time when Allea, herself, started it all. //Rebirth// /Warning;/Use of profanities./ ┉ [Ruji: Please know that my knowledge lacks, so there might be mistakes, go easy on me. Please no hate/ shit-talking in the comments. Thank you!] [ I, Ruji, take no credits of pictures or art of any kind used inside this book, all credits go to the rightful owners.] This work is only published here on wattpad and Inkitt, and all rights are under @itsrujihere. [Disclaimer: This work is only published on watt/pad and In-kitt under profile: itsrujihere. The complete rights of the work: Allea belongs under this profile and Ruji. If you're reading [Allea] on some platform other than watt/pad(Unless I, Ruji, say so) then, I'm pretty sure they are stealing my work (i.e, a site that's name start with novel), please don't support the thief.]

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

Warning: Mature content *Unedited version* This is a re-imagined story of our favourite girl in the hood. Little red riding hood isn't so little anymore. Mildred "Red" Thorne is the hottest tattoo artist in New York City. After the big, bad Wolfe Wainright stumbles into her studio during one of his drunken nights, she can't shake off thoughts of him. She's a hopeless romantic, and he's your typical hot, billionaire and womanizer. After their next morning sober encounter, he insists that he must have her, and he is willing to do just about anything to make it happen... Even possibly fall in love. Will Red accept? *****For 18+ readers, some chapters contain scenes of sexual nature, rude language and offensive tattoos. ***Unedited First Draft***

"You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me," he whispers with his eyes closed. "I fell in love with Alex, please don't lose her again." ... Alexandria Stavros is the daughter of the wealthy and famous Xander and Aria Stavros. Growing up in a mansion and in the public eye, her parents have always strived to try to keep her life as normal as possible and her heart as pure as it should be. But things change. After a tragic moment in Alexandria's life she chooses to go on her own path. She is no longer the Celebrity Sweetheart, now she's the Celebrity Downfall. She spends more time at clubs and in men's beds than with her own family. Seeing the opportunity, her family takes her on a family vacation in a resort in Alaska to try to remind her of who they used to be with out the fame. Except events conspire which land Alexandria on an island off the coast with no one else but a mysterious man who looks more like a sexy lumberjack than anything. With the help of this man who is the complete opposite of her, Alexandria learns about family, heart break, and the true power of money.

They say Payback is a dish best severed cold. But is it really the best way to do it? Mia Sears thought she had it all, a loving fiancé, her dream job and friends she would trust with her life, her only troubles were how to deal with demands of her new client, the rich and o-so handsome billionaire Jordan Wilder. Little did she know that's when it all changed... With her life taking a different turn she finds herself in unfamiliar territory and with a very unfamiliar benefactor. Mia's new situation leads her to test the 'best served cold' theroy as her payback methods get a little... hot, cold, coloured, sticky and just damn right embarrassing. Packed with funny and sexy situations this book will be worth the read. Reached #129 in Romance

~A Paranormal Romance~ "Nothing hurts more than the hatred of the one you love the most." Manvi had thought her and Virat's love was stronger than anything else. Well until a storm came barging into their lives and destroyed it all. With a broken heart, she left, and went to made an old, abandoned mansion near the river gotten by hierarchy her new home. But the mansion had it's own tale of broken hearts as well. Each corner where cried for the things it witnessed once upon a time, a century ago. They cried for that lost love, one last breath and an unrequited ever after. The hushed whispers pointed towards the horizon, to something dangerous that Manvi didn't know she had stepped into, and then, Virat returned with the intent to mend their relationship. Both never acknowledging the other entity residing alongside in the mansion, until too late. Until the river was keen on, yet again, to separate two souls that belonged together.

*currently being re-edited* Alice works for a huge company, but like any humble, kind-hearted employee, she's at the bottom of the food chain. Her boss, Ms. Joy, (ironic name considering she sucked the joy out of everything) absolutely despises her, making her do the must mind-numbing tasks available, but Alice is willing to, to pay her rent, and pay for food, but she can't even afford that sometimes. When she runs into the CEO of the company she's working for, she doesn't even know who he is, but he takes interest in her. An interest that may change her life for better, or for worse.

She fell upon him one night and he fell too deep. Sebastian and Violet, their story began from a lake side one night when he heard the muse of her anklets announcing her arrival moments before she entered his life. And he held her the whole night like he hadn't ever held something so precious ever before. "It's just another night And I'm staring at the moon I saw a shooting star And thought of you I sang a lullaby By the waterside and knew If you were here, I'd sing to you..."

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."