Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

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. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Julie and her twin sister Dahlia couldn't be anymore different. Where Julie was a total momma's girl in love with music, Dahlia followed her dad around with a camera hanging around her neck and sketchbook and pencil in her hands. The two were still the best of friends, and always combined their talents to put on little family shows, make their own home movies, and of course, work through hardships together. After the death of their mother, however, Julie and Dahlia grow distant and the fighting and disagreement becomes worse and worse every day. When Dahlia decides to start sleeping in their mom's old studio, she begins having strange dreams and feelings, almost like there are other people in the studio with her. PUBLISHED: 1/29/2021 COMPLETED: 4/12/2021 A.N. Thank you for all the love and support. Because of you I was able to hit #1 in #jatp, #julieandthephantoms, #reggiepeters, #lukefanfic, #unsaidemily, #jatpfanfic, #ruke, #julieandthephantomsfanfiction, and #lukepatterson at some point(s) in time. (Edit: 11/29/21) I am pleased to say I have remained within the top three of #julieandthephantoms, #jatpfanfiction, #julieandthephantomsfanfiction, and #thephantoms since the completion of this story! (Edit: 7/23/22) I HAVE JUST ENTERED THE 2022 WATTY'S! Thank you all so much for the support and love💕 Thank you all so much❤ Book One - Dear Dahlia Book Two - Love, Dahlia Book Three - Hey Luke

"You're a spoiled, ungrateful brat." Asher snarled, turning around so suddenly that I nearly fell from the sheer momentum. His blue eyes blazed with an icy fire as they narrowed into slits. "Why are you so ignorant?" He took a large step towards me as his words rocketed around the room. I bit my trembling lip with all the strength in the world. No freaking way. Absolutely not. I refused to cry in front of him. "Can't you see that I care?" His tone so dangerously quiet, so very low. I pushed myself back further into the stony wall, hoping it would swallow me whole. "Is that not enough?" His eyes dropped to my lips, flickering back up as quickly as they had fallen. All I could see was him, all I could feel was him. He had captured every single one of my senses. And I hated it. He made me feel things that I sure as heck didn't deserve to feel. "To hell with the rest of them." He growled, "you're mine." ------- Ariella Gates is the daughter of one of the richest men in the world. As someone who is set to inherit billions, she's never had to lift a finger. Unfortunately, no one expected her 'beloved' daddy to die so soon. Thrown into a world of poverty, Asher Kent, a pessimistic yet handsome cleaner, reluctantly takes her under his wing. They say that opposites attract. Let's test that fictitious, romantical theory out. ----------------------- A bucketload of heart fluttering romance, a dash of tragedy and a hint of danger. INCLUDES SOME MENTION OF THE FOLLOWING TOPICS - violence, physical and emotional abuse, death, mental health and eating disorders. ----- A massive thanks to @june-writes for this amazing cover. Check her graphics out!

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072

"I don't believe we've met" I jump, turning around and dropping the glass I had only just picked up. I awaited the sound of glass breaking, but nothing came. "And you are" his voice was deep laced with a beautiful french accent. My glass was in his hand, and he leaned lazily against the counter. My breath caught. Dark hair, close to black, and these piercing blue eyes stared at me, awaiting an answer. this was bad, really bad

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*