(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Previously titled 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚. This book has been removed and will be available on Amazon from September 10. ______________ 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. Alessia Quinn has rules when it comes to love. Never lose yourself. Never settle. And never stay where you're no longer a priority. Then she fell in love with Cassian. For him, she broke every rule. She waited through late nights at the office. Ate dinner alone more times than she could count. Kept convincing herself that tomorrow would be different. Until one night left her no promise of tomorrow. Heartbroken, Alessia walked away with one impossible wish: to never have met her husband at all. She didn't imagine an accident would make that wish come true. When Alessia wakes, her life with Cassian is gone. The marriage. The memories. The love she once had for him. Cassian remembers all of it. Every dinner he missed. Every promise he broke. Every time he made her feel like she came second. He can't undo the choices that drove her away. He can't give her back the time she lost believing she wasn't enough. But he can make sure the woman standing in front of him doesn't ever feel forgotten again. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

They told the world I was gone. My husband buried me in silence. The city learned to stop whispering my name. Time did what it always does, it moved on. But I did not die. When I return home, I don't find the life I left. I find a marriage hardened by grief, a husband colder than I remember, and a world I was never meant to see. I'm not the same woman I was either. Two years in the dark will do that to a person. It teaches you what fear tastes like. It teaches you what survives. And sometimes it teaches you why some love stories rot beautifully. --Note-- check the content warnings as this story deals with heavy themes, does not shy away from darkness, and will get extremely filthy with spice. MMC is OTT protective, obsessed, and an unapologetic stalker when it comes to his wife.

Everything was tasteless..bland. People in this universe never tasted anything until they found their soulmates. The number of days until they get to meet their soulmate embedded into their wrist, Almost like a tattoo that kept decreasing in days till they meet the supposed love of their life. 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is at a party and she is wearing cherry flavored chapstick, not that she knew what that tasted like...well not until today. Today was the day she got to find her soulmate, the nagging number on her wrist would disappear forever when she finds him. She ends up kissing the most popular boy in school who's also her crush, in the dark. 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. What happens when she realises he's her soulmate? Would Archer reject her as his soulmate? ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Best Ranking: #1 Teenagelife - May 24th 2020 #3 Teenagers- May 30th 2020 #6 Coming of Age- July 3rd 2020 #1 Undiscovered- July 22nd 2020 #1 Fiction- July 6th 2022

Broadshaire School of Arts; the dream of every artist, dancer and musician. When Mary-Kate Thompson gets accepted for a transfer after struggling all year with a loss of a family member, she gladly leaves her life in Australia behind and travels across the world to live her dream in America and become one of the best ballerinas the world has ever seen, starting anew. She expects the competition, the countless hours of work, the effort. But what she didn't expect was to find a tattooed musician with the same birthday as her, who carries the name Antonio Balma with pride. Women and men both fall at his feet, his charisma and angelic face a thing to remember. Nobody ever stands a chance to resist. And for better or worse, Mary-Kate never stood a chance either. BOOK TWO OF THE "LOVER" SERIES | Can be read as a standalone book

He stalks towards me with madness and insanity in his eyes and he stops a foot away. His eyes follow the contour of my body. And he decided to eat the forbidden fruit. He closes the distance between us and his lips touch mine. We mold together, we mix, we dissolve. All our frustration and confusion of our feelings are felt. We are everything and nothing all at once. His breath is mine, and mine is his. His hands reach for mine, pining them up above my head. He continues to kiss me with a passion so great, I'm sure I will die because of it. "Putain, pourquoi ai-je attendu si longtemps?" He mumbles against my lips. These are the moments where I regret not taking French in high school. (Why the fuck did I wait so long?) ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Layla Moradi has been protected all her life by her older brothers. That is, until she goes to New York City, to study ballet at NYU with her best friend, Margot. After a fight between the best friends, Margot is found dead. An entire investigation starts, with her and a dark brooding French transfer student, Jean Cartier, are considered as suspects. What will happen to their relationship as the investigation continues?

She thought she lost herself in love, but in fact she was found. Copyright © 2016 by moonpilots. All rights reserved. {featured on the official wattpad romance page}

Mia Thompson. She's a freshman at Duke University. Since her father's life makes her sorta famous... so she's had fake friends, media attention, but all she wants is some real friends and a good first year at college. Majoring in physical therapy has always been her dream and part of her passion, but can she do it? Will she survive the first year of vigorous work, or will she fail all her classes in the first semester? Will she fall in love with someone new, or end up brokenhearted from the boy that she thought was her forever? Nate Jackson. He's a sophomore at Duke University, and the Point Guard of the Blue Devils Basketball Team. Things may be changing in his life, but will his reputation and career get in the way of falling in love with the only girl he's ever had feelings for? Will he end up loving her? ***PSA: The pictures in this book aren't mine!!*** TW: this book contains sensitive themes

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

"Pierce, please I'm trying to study." I let out an aggravated sigh as my eyes flickered upward from the white-colored pages of my textbook. Pierce approached closer to me, sliding the textbook out from my lap and throwing it to the side. "Take a break." His voice demanded as he pressed his lips up to my neck, as he left soft kisses on my skin. I threw my head back, closing my eyes shut as the stress in my body left. I had been studying non-stop for my upcoming chemistry test and I had to admit it'd be nice to have a break. "I really need to study-" I started but couldn't finish my sentence as Pierce pressed his lips to mine. I gave in to his kiss as his lips moved in sync with mine. He pushed me flat down on the bed as his body hovered over mine. His hands grabbing my hips as he scrunched up my clothes, pushing them up to reveal my skin. I placed my hands flat on his chest as his lips continued to move with mine. The kiss turning from soft to passionate within seconds. He grabbed my thigh, forcing my legs to wrap around his torso not breaking his lips away for a second. I moved my hands down to the body of his shirt, tugging on the end of them. "For fuck sakes," Pierce muttered as he broke away from me, his phone ringing. He pulled away from me, grabbing his phone off the nightstand only for me to get a glance that it had been Xander calling. He placed the phone up to his ear, rubbing his face in his hands. "What is it?" I asked in concern, watching Pierce's expression change from annoyance to worry as Xander spoke through the phone. I waited for Pierce to say something but he didn't before hanging up and grabbing my leather jacket off the chair that was nearby, throwing it over to me. "We need to go. NOW." Pierce stated, his voice demanding and cold as he reached for his keys and walked out of the apartment. I sat on the bed, clutching my jacket in my hands as I stared ahead at the ground, swallowing a lump in my throat. Can I just catch a break for once?