Brielle Newman A 21-year-old girl who was struggling to make life comfortable for herself and her niece, Delilah. Her sister left the baby the minute she could get up and leave the hospital. Brielle hasn't seen her since. She also hasn't seen her parents who walked out on her at 17 or her brother who went to the army and hasn't contacted her for 9 months in counting. Being all by herself she's desperately trying to give Delilah a life she never got to experience. Killian Russell A 24-year-old ruthless CEO who doesn't tolerate negligence or stupidity. He wouldn't blink an eye before firing someone who worked for him for years. Make one mistake and you're done. His parents were extremely proud of his success. He never had a stable relationship. He was once a hit it and quit it guy but now he just lays low as most women throw themselves at him just for his money. Being the richest man in the northeast and second richest in the country he has no time for love. When he finds little Delilah ordering a coffee, he follows her out. She takes him to Brielle, who instantly made something click in Killian, changing their lives forever. Disclaimer: This book is more so about fluff, comedy, and drama (I wrote it as a literal teenager). If you are looking for a bit more ✨spice✨, check out the other books within the Discretion Series. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU! I REPEAT, PLEASE DO NOT ENTER THIS BOOK WITH THE INTENTION OF ALREADY NOT LIKING IT AND LEAVING HATE COMMENTS. #2 in Romance - 04/17/18

❝I'll fuck myself into you and have your pretty little cunt cream on my cock. I'm growing tired of you pretending you don't like this,❞ he growled. -- Natalia Wellesley wasn't born to be soft and quiet, she was born to make the world shatter and shake with her touch. Mikhail Mogilevich was all seven of the deadly sins and when Natalia wanted a fight, he gave her war. What begins as an almost harmless rivalry between the heirs of the most notorious crime families soon turns into heated passion, pain and fury. -- ✘ Contains a lot of sexual content (chapters with it are marked with (R), do with this information as you please, wink wink) and content unsuitable for anyone under 18. ✘ This is basically just smut lol word count: 120,000 - 130,000.

Devamlı ilerleyen değil, tek parçalık diziden bağımsız konu veya temalarda, bazen buradan sonra ne olurdu dediğimiz bölüm sonlarında buradayım! #Wattys2016 kazananı.

Zeynep, if that is even her real name, doesn't know who she is or where she came from. Her memories were lost during a train accident that claimed the life of the man, Mehmet, that she had supposedly just married. Mehmet's mother, torn by the grief of losing her eldest son, takes Zeynep into their home and lives, desperate to cling to the last connection that they have left to their son. Zeynep tries her best to fit into the new life that she finds herself in, with no memory to fall back on. Her struggles are made harder by the arrival of Ayaz, the sole remaining son who is suspicious of the beautiful redhead that has won his mother's heart. As Zeynep struggles with her loss of memories and adapting to her new way of life, Ayaz's constant watch confuses and unnerves her. But Ayaz is the least of Zeynep's concerns, recurring nightmares and outsiders persist to make her small, quiet life more complicated than it should be. Can she find allies to help her navigate this strange new world? Or is she, and everyone around her destined to be no more than strangers.

After his return from Rome Omer wants to make amends and reconcile with Defne, but she's determined to keep her distance from him. She managed to survive his loss once, but knows her heart can only bear so much. A multi-chapter fic about two people who are crazy in love but afraid to trust each other.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14