fractured love trilogy #1 #1 IN #FICTION - 15 August 2024 #1 IN #TEEN - 20 December 2025 #1 IN #MAFIA - 30 April 2025 #1 IN #GRUMPYXSUNSHINE - 25 May 2025 #1 IN #ENEMIESWITHBENEFITS - 7 June 2025 #1 IN #BOARDING SCHOOL - 8 June 2025 #2 IN #ENEMY - 21 April 2024 #2 IN #FAKE DATING - 28 April 2025 #2 IN #ROOMMATES - 16 Novemver 2025 #3 IN #BADBOY - 15 August 2024 #3 IN #MAFIADON - 10 August 2025 ... "Say you hate me." He said, louder this time. I couldn't breathe. I was drowning. "I-I can't!" He nods sarcastically, his lips falling into a malicious half smile, "Just because you caught feelings doesn't mean that I did. You were a good fuck but that's all you'll ever be." ... when the line between love and hate gets tangled, is there any coming back? Strong willed and confident, Elsie Williams, the new IT girl of St Louis Boarding School. She's got some serious daddy issues and an unhealthy obsession with sour patch kids. Dangerous yet gorgeous, Grayson Lorenzo, the infamous 'badboy' of St Louis Boarding School. He's the future don of the italian mafia and the school's star quarterback.

August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

I moan every time he hits the back of my insides, in both pleasure and a little pain. He does so too, letting out heavy groans and whimpers with every thrust he makes. I place my fingers on my clit again, closing my eyes and focusing on my orgasm. I rub my clit slowly at first, increasing my pace as I feel my release get closer. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." I announce. His moans begin to grow a little louder, indicating that he's probably close too. And once again, right as I'm about to reach my orgasm, he stops his thrusting. I whimper from the loss of stimulation inside me. I open my eyes to find him smirking at me again. "Fuck, Evan. Enough teasing." I glare at him. He chuckles. All of a sudden, he rips his hands out from the shirt I previously tied around his wrists to keep him from having too much control. I feel the blood drain from my face. "If you're gonna tie me up," He reaches his hands forward, one of them grabs both of my wrists and holds them behind my back, and the other wraps into my hair, "Maybe use something a little stronger." ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ Saniya Inara is Laurence Caddel's top assassin. Evander Hart is Kane Ashford's top assassin. Caddel enterprises and The Ashford Co. are the two biggest businesses in the black market. However the men in charge of each company hate each other due to past occurrences. Saniya follows in Laurence's footsteps, hating everyone in the Ashford Co. Evander follows in Kane's footsteps, hating everyone in Caddel enterprises. When the most important belongings to each company get stolen, Saniya and Evander are forced to work together to sort out this mess. What will happen when two sworn enemies are put together on a mission to find the person who is the biggest culprit of all?

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡: 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. Meet Delilah, a girl whose past was destroyed because of a certain green-eyed boy. Meet Maxwell, the green-eyed boy who destroyed her, and vowed to do it all again. What will happen when they are bound in an alliance called marriage? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥. What happens when they realize that the person who was responsible for their nightmares is the answer to their hiraeth. ||Highest Rank: 1 in mafiagirl[16/9/2021]|| [𝘖𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨] ♡ [𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴]♡ [𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥]♡

He laughs coldly. "You're obsessed with me, darling, and you know you are. Just not yet." I scoff at his words, trying to make it seem like he isn't right. Because he isn't. Right? "Like I'm supposed to believe you." I roll my eyes, trying to control my heart rate. He tilts my head up to look at him, "You will. I'm never wrong." His voice dangerously low. { 🖤 } Liv Rae is the daughter of a mafia leader, her father, Anthony Rae. They're the second most well-known mafia group but the first is Hernandez. Kaden Hernandez is the son of the most famous and well-known mafia leader, Leo Hernandez. The Hernandezs are the most dangerous and feared mafia group. __________________________________________ What happens when everything her father has worked so hard for gets threatened? What will happen to Liv when she is forced to marry the most feared mafia leader's son? { 🖤 } 𝐋𝐢𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐞 - The angel. She is sassy, and rude at times, and knows how to stand her ground. Most call her an angel, mainly because of her appearance. They don't know that she's the opposite, a dark angel. A fallen angel, with broken wings and a cracked halo above her head. Everyone thinks she's perfect. 𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳 - The devil. Some call him the devil, most do in fact. People don't care to know about him. He has no mercy for the people he kills. He's cold and ruthless, very arrogant, and maybe he is the devil himself.

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"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

We have now left the store and are out of ear shot so I said, "You dated that?" and she's a terrible person, I get to shame her if I want to. "Believe me, I'm embarrassed too." he responded with a chuckle. Our hands are still interlocked but this time, there's no part to play. Best friends, am I right? ***** To know Dionne Adler was to know what true peace was... or that's how it appears. Her greatest friends were the words written on pages that either famous authors wrote, her father's or sometimes her own. She always got good grades in school because she wasn't one of those people that would prioritize relationships rather than her future. Not that romance ever interested her anyway. At least until him. He was a breath of fresh air after being suffocated for so long. She didn't know what drove her to him but she had to have him. Grayson Spade was your classic hopeless romantic. He always wanted what he couldn't have for the thrill of the chase and the feeling of falling. His biggest fault was always falling too fast and he swore to never make that mistake again. But the moment he met her, he knew he couldn't let her go. There was something about her that he admired and it was nothing that he'd ever seen before. He had to have her. They were polar opposite's but yet, they were still each other's balance. ***** This story contains mature language and scenes. Proceed with caution. There will be a warning before any type of violence or mature scenes. ***** Highest rankings: #1 in dionne #1 in best friends to lovers #6 in college romance #9 in sprite #4 in mcdonald's

Kian crosses the room, taking large steps towards me. He rips my hand from the guy's neck with a snarl, forcibly pulling me up. My eyes widen. "Kian-what the hell!" "We're leaving," he barks at me. "What is wrong with-" "You want a fuck buddy? I'll fucking be it. Come on," he growls my protest. *this excerpt is from ch. 10* ----- Meet, Aidin West. Prescott University's undefeated swimmer. Beautiful. Smart. Meet, Kian Grey. Prescott University's most agile center. Sexy. Too hot for his own good. Kian pulled Aidin's pigtails when she took his swing. Aidin kicked him in the balls. Now? They're best friends. Platonically. No, really, platonically. Well. . . ----- *story is inspired and all credits are given to lauren layne and elle kennedy, see author's note for more details (:*