She was born different -She knew that She was hated -She knew that They left her in pieces She grabbed those pieces and made them her weapon Because she knew life will be her Storm. Kiara Storm. Started Aug,21,2020 Ended Feb, 21, 2021 First book I've written ! = Heavy Cringe 🚧 UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION 🚧 IF IT DOESN'T SAY EDITED MOST LIKELY ITS FULL OF MISTAKES,CRINGE AND INFORMATION THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE SO HIGHELY RECOMMENDED TO NOT READ PAST PARTS THAT DOESN'T SAY EDITED!!🚶🏽‍♀️ SO DONT COME AT ME OKAY I WAS TRYING 🌚☠EITHER WAY YALL COMMENTS MAKE ME LAUGH REGARDLESS 🤣🏃🏾‍♀️💨 *Also my other books aren't as corny as this- trust me.* *(don't own any pictures or videos/ pics can be found on Pinterest)*

What if you needed money quick? You're still struggling with debt from your pricey divorce . You're drowning in medical bills and you lost your job. Your friend introduces you to a billionaire and well it just so happens he wants a child and will pay billion dollars to the mother he chooses. What could happen? ~ Warning: This story deals with Angels, Assassins, and a fantasy element. Cover made by: The-Superstar

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

(ON HOLD) Hazel Reshsa grew up learning to kill those who do wrong. Saved off the cruel street and raised to be an assassin she is feared, respected and hated by those around her. When tricked by those she trust, she faces the choice to save the one she loves or die with him. Hazel finds herself helping the cruel King of Salvian to escape death's door, but only to find out what the King wants from her is something far worse than death. 14 stones and Hazel's soul could be the damnation for all races fae and human. Nikolas Asher Leviathan, God created and Shadow King of the fae lands Kardama knows war is near. When he hears word the human King of Salvian is gathering the stones and managed to capture the last of the lost Prizmo bloodline, he feels fear for the first time in ages. Leaving his kingdom in the hands of his angry brother, he crosses the Shadow rift into the human lands to rescue Hazel before it's too late. ( Beautiful cover made by SHREYADESIGNS) Go check out her work! 10/10! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ {Fantasy/Romance/Action/War} BOOK ONE IN THE CROWNS OF SHADOW AND STONE *Updates will come every other weekend * All rights reserved.

I opened the door only to see dozens of police cars in front of the house and that terrifying black truck. I quickly closed the door and looked at the three of them. Rebecca turned and looked at her son and husband. "I had to call. If they traced her back to us they could kill us." Derrek said looking at his mother. "Ahsha if you come out now no one will be hurt. You have my word." I heard him speak with ease. I looked down at Nasir and I knew I couldn't go on the run with an infant. I couldn't let Rebecca or her family get hurt because of me. I sighed kissing Nasir forehead before opening the door. "Ahsha?" I glanced back at Rebecca. "We'll be okay," I said giving her a reassuring nod before stepping outside to face the man who against my better judgment still held my heart. He walked towards me stopping just a few feet in front of me. He stared into my eyes and I watched as they shifted between green and black before they rested on black.

"let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

EDITED ✅ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ Amelia is a 19 year old werewolf who is abused by her pack for her brothers death. She won't tell her parents, her parents live in Florida while Amelia is in Seattle with her pack. Amelia blames herself for her brothers death but doesn't show it. Lucas, Luis, Luke, and Liam Black- Wonderland- Bush have been searching for their mates for three years now.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Josiah was not expecting to find hope the day he decided to help the young woman on the side of the road. But one thing he did not expect was for her to become the love of his life. Naomi lived the last few years of her life homeless. She was not expecting a good samaritan to help her during a storm. What happens when two people from different walks of life get together? AVAILABLE ON DREAME NOT A NAOMI CAMPBELL FANFICTION! Ranks 🦋 #1 possessive ~ 09.08.20 #1 bwwm ~ 09.20.20 #2 newstory ~ 10.06.20 #29 wattpad ~ 09.13.20 #39 lies ~ 09.13.20 #159 fiction ~ 09.13.20

Completed on 24/09/2018 Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.