Aurora's life had always been about survival, each day a quiet battle against fear and pain. When her stepfather was finally arrested, she thought the fight was over. But leaving one dangerous world meant stepping into another-one she didn't fully understand. Now, she's living with seven older brothers she barely knows, their lives a tangle of secrets and shadows they never speak of. Their house is loud, protective, and filled with rules she's afraid to break. For Aurora, it's a new kind of survival. For her brothers, it's a chance to keep her safe-no matter what it takes.

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

Xavier Winston He's a ruthless Mafia lord. He doesn't care who he kills and for what, if he claims something, he gets it no matter the consequences, if he sets his eyes on something everyone knows better than to mess with it. But what happens when he accidentally abducted the wrong girl? And she changes it all, making him feel his heartbeat after years, what happens when she makes him get on his knees for her and only her, without even acknowledging it? Claire Robins She's sweet, she's kind, but she's scarred for life. She swore to never let a man enter her life, she promised herself that she'd protect what was left of her. But what happens when she's thrown in front of a hungry beast, the beast who's hungry for love? Will she give him the love he needs or will he destroy the light she carries within her? In the world of secrets, hate, blood, lies, revenge, and betrayal, how will Xavier protect the only thing, the only person who gave him hope, his last hope of love? To find out read the book ✌ I will not tolerate any hate comments on this book. This is what I like and it's not a must that everyone will like it just as much, if you don't like dark romance, respectfully leave ❤ Any hate or degrading comments will be deleted right away, there's enough hate around the world anyways. ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️WARNING 18+ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ This book contains violence, sex scenes, and mature content. So if you're not interested in this stuff kindly don't read.

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

Abuse. Whether it comes from a parent or a significant other is an issue that has brought many into being manipulated, ruined, or even shattered into a hundred different pieces. Alaiya Storm can check off all those things, even though she doesn't realize it. When one day Roman Blackwood; the quarterback of the college football team who has no desire to ever date, sees the way Alaiya is being treated, will he put his hatred aside that he feels for her after a not-so-great interaction? They both find each other irritating. With Roman's sarcastic comments and Alaiya's constant need to stay in this abusive relationship, an annoyance, but also an inability to resist each other grows in a way they didn't expect, nor wanted. ~~~~~~ "I hate you more and more everyday," I say as I turn my head towards her. "Keep going," she encourages me before her mouth begins to suck harder on the crook of my neck. I grip onto the back of the wood tighter while her hand goes to the inside of my hair and pushes my neck closer for her mouth's reach. The minute I feel her tongue begin to glide again, I lose all control instantly. "I don't give a fuck." I throw my stick to the ground and pull her by the back of her throat in under a second as our lips finally connect. ~~~~~~ 1k reads April 30, 2021 10k reads on May 7, 2021 100k reads on May 16, 2021 **** Top Ranks: #1 in College #1 in Football #1 in love story #1 in friends #1 in Series #2 in Happy Ending #3 in bwwm #3 in Humor #3 in Enemies to lovers #4 in Collegeromance

He loathe his wife, yet he can't take his eyes off her. He wants her gone, yet he can't seem to stay away. He wants her to suffer, yet he's overly fond of her sweet smile. He wants her to hate him, yet he craves for her love.. ⚠️Warning!⚠️ This story contains : • sexual / mature content • foul language • abuse • violence • sexual assault Highest Rankings : #1 Adult #1 Don #1 Sweet #1 Mafiaromance #1 Marriage #1 Trauma #1 Adorable #1 Grumpysunshine #4 Mafiaprincess #5 Newadult #6 Darkromance #6 Cute

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

• Devil born to be evil could only be healed by an angel, his angel• She was an introverted, reserved girl. Pushing herself to high school with never got noticed by the crowd. It never seemed difficult. Neither was she a scholar nor was she in the category of bad ones. Obeying rules came easily. Learning new things never bothered her. She got decent grades in her studies but never bothered to participate in any other activities. He was fond of anything that had no concern with studies. He hated books, from football to boxing even excelling in dancing. He was excellent in everything, not even liking studies yet he managed to be the topper of the school. They were two polar apart! She was the definition of a good girl while he came under a bad one. She never got noticed, he could never be ignored. Kind was she! Rude was his nickname. Was any chance of these two colliding with one another? Pretty much yes! One competition, yes mere one competition and it changed their life.

*this story contains mature and explicit content.* [on going] rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. // "And what am I?" Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. "Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. "And what are you, any better?" His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same. // ** Set in the 90's.