Alexei Ivey is a shy and sweet twenty five year old who has been working at Armas Marketing for a year. He is a sub who knows what he wants. And what he wants, is a man whom he wholeheartedly wanted to belong to. A relationship. Malakai Armas is strong willed, smart and the CEO of Armas Marketing. At work, he is cold, renitent and as a dom, he is nothing short of respectful and perfect. It takes one trip in the employee's elevator for him to notice Alexei and it takes him hours, wondering just how he had never noticed such a beautiful boy. Malakai knows what he wants and how to get it. And what he wants is Alexei Ivey on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and big blue eyes looking up at him.

Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

(Book 2) Lanae is in the city of love with no memory, friends, or family. She's learning how to survive the cold world on her own, but is she on the right path? Yes, she's making a name for herself in Paris as Honey, but is that really who she is? Or did she lose herself, along with everything else? Omari is left in Harlem completely heartbroken. Even with the support of his family and friends, he finds his world spiraling out of control. After a year of drowning himself in his sorrows, he gets the help he needs. Will that help be enough to heal his broken heart? Or will he stay heartbroken forever? Will they find love again? Will they reunite? Were they ever meant to be?

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

"𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢" 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘪 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. -𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘦 2021 -𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 2021

COMPLETED Gulf is an adorable and spunky first year college student, but even he doesn't know the secret he's hiding. When Gulf comes home from school one day, he's met by a stunningly beautiful man. This paragon of exquisite beauty, Mew, tells Gulf that the Gulf's true nature is that of a sexual mage. Mew is actually the king of the magical realm and that once every hundred years, right at the cusp of mating season, he has to take a sexual mage as his lover... What is Gulf going to do?! 🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻 Disclaimer: This story is not mine, I just want a MewGulf version of it. As this is not my original story, I will be using its Original Title or its Alternative Title.

Amour was a young lady from around the way. Shes been around the hood her whole life. She never gives these boys chances so they always assume she's stuck up. One comes along and tries to see what's she's stuck up over. No pictures used in this story is mine they belong to people in the photos.

She Leads Reading Event: Follow her lead From March 30 - April 5, 15,000 readers will win Coins simply for reading stories with powerful female leads. 📚 Read the stories from the She Leads Reading List 👑 150 minutes → 150 Coins 🔥 250 minutes → 250 Coins + Wattpad Premium Whether you're here for bold queens, chaotic anti-heroines, or girls who refuse to play by the rules, the more you read, the better your chances. She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.

"I kill for living" I said seriously expecting the beauty before me to back away in fear. I leaned close towards her and brought my face just inches away from her beautiful pinkish face. "Kill? Kill what?" She frowned. I internally hit my forehead at the raising annoyance. She didn't back away from the closeness, in fact she did not observe it at all. She was too much into the conversation. "Of course I Kill people. I'm not into poultry to raise and kill chicken." I scoffed and leaned in closer to intimidate her. I was expecting her to shriek, cry, yell and run away far from me but What I got in response was what exactly you expect from the beauty. The unexpected answer. "So you clean too. Nice." She told herself with a smile and a appreciative nod. "Goodness, What and why would I clean?" Furrowing my brows in confusion and utter disbelief, I shook my head to compose myself. "You said you kill people. You kill bad people to do welfare to the Earth so you are cleaning away dirt right?" That did it. I, Demyan Lev Petrov, the most powerful, ruthless and dangerous king of Mafia, accept that I lost the argument to her. Zinnia Mae White, the most innocent and a mental girl I ever got lucky to meet. That crazy girl doesn't know whom to fear and whom not to. The day she entered my life was the day my happy, bloody, dangerous life, she turned it, crushed it and made me lose my sanity with everything she does and says. But Damn, I love that in her so much. I love her This mental, fickle minded, school teacher of mine! My Zinnia, My insane solace.

When I walked into the school people look at me. I was walking to my locker and I smelled the sweetest smell ever. Mate!!! Go get mate's Reign was yelling and howling. Looking around, my eye a landed on the one person who I didn't want to see and he was staring right back at me. Cole Black. His eyes looked through mine and Reign was howling with joy. I stood there shocked not able to move. Except when he stood up and started walking towards me, I did the one thing that I would have never thought I'd do. I ran. Just as I got into the parking lot and to my car, warm arms wrapped around my arm and I knew exactly who it was. Cole turned me around to where I was facing him and growled" Mine" "No, no, no, not yours!!!" I said in disbelief. His grip tightened around my waist and he growled. "You are mine. No one else's. You will not touch another male and you will not talk to another male. You are mine. Mate." He said before putting his head in the crook of my neck and inhaling.