She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Flo is moving across the Country for her first year in college, when her plan starts to fall apart she finds herself living with four men who all have a soft spot for her innocent nature.

[COMPLETED] but still editing.. He couldn't seem to take his gaze away from her. He tracked her every move and followed her everywhere she went. He knows practically everything there is to know about her. Her favorite book, her favorite song... Nothing could stop him from guarding and keeping an eye on her. Before she could wake up, he watched her sleep, caressed her hair, and stepped outside. She opened her eyes one day while he was still there, and then... He'd make her... His... !!Mature content!! A Wattpad Novel By Kimberly Eickenboom Best Rankings: #1 in stalk #1 in true #2 in stalking #4 in intimidation #4 in truelove

Bella Ross has always led a normal life, until three years ago the notes began. She knew he was there, hiding in the shadows but wouldn't show his face. She couldn't date or even talk to a man without his life being in danger and so she obeyed. She belonged to him. Her stalker. (Cover creds to @katrascal go check out their books!)

He's watching me sleep, I can feel it. He has been sending me letters with roses or lilies. He is my stalker She's an addiction, she's like a hobby for me She's mine WARNINGS

"I hate you for everything you are and what you have done to me." "I know" The devil answered before crashing his lips down to hers. ---------------- Celine's favorite subject in school is history without a doubt. She's always dreamed about being able to live through history itself, to experience what she could only read in books or in the movies she's watched. But what if there was a way for her to be able to travel through time and live an immortal life? To a point in life, she would give up everything for it, even if she has to sell her soul to one of the most fearful demons... ---------------- The story starts off slow and might be cringe at first but as soon as the demon shows up, the story is getting interesting and darker!

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

𝘿𝙤𝙢•𝙞•𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 Details and control are what Avery Hensley knows best - the two things that have gotten her to her CEO position after a tough start in life - one that she doesn't fully remember. When Avery's livelihood is threatened by a past shadow, her boyfriend Miles brings his best friend and ex FBI partner, Liam, in as an acting bodyguard. But the closer Liam gets, the harder it is for Avery to keep a lock on her beloved self-control. And when Liam and Miles surround her? It's impossible. *𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞*

"But you're scared." He finished, running his fingers down her neck and to her collar bone, following the chain of her necklace, making her shiver, "So responsive." He murmured to himself. "Yes." She whispered, lips parted, eyes locked with his. She felt dirty for letting him be so close to her and touch her in a way that seemed so foreign and inappropriate- Yet exhilarating... "Maybe scared isn't the right word." His deep baritone voice rumbled, his fingers setting her skin on fire as he reached the opening of her top, the only thing dividing them, "Maybe, confused? Intimidated? But you're not scared of me, right, pet?" "I- I don't know." She answered, her heart pounding against her ribcage, making her shake nervously. "You're scared of this-" his hand lifted back up to circle around her throat and he applied slight pressure, but nowhere near enough to hinder her ability to breathe, "or this." He bent down so she could feel his hot breath skim across her cheek making her face flush. His rough lips, ran across the base of her jaw until he reached her ear, "But you're not scared of me." ~•~•~ 19-year-old Vera Reed is out on her own for the first time, leaving small town Tabor, Iowa for Lincoln, Nebraska to attend college at UNL in her old red Subaru. One night she is pulled over for a burnt-out headlight by 28-year-old slight alcoholic officer Axel Davis. Infatuated by her innocence and complete confusion of the outside world, something in him says to help her. Unfortunately, the life of an LPD officer isn't perfect and is full of danger. Danger he won't be able to hide her from forever. Danger she might be the center of. Dominant and toxic male lead and submissive female lead. Warning: sexual content, language, substance abuse Started~ 11/22/19 Finished~ 9/16/22 #1- Innocence #3- Badboy #1- murdermystery #2- obsession #2- police officer