Bellamy of the stolen collection. Spicy!!! Bellamy never quite got over Jade. He didn't want to move on, just like he didn't want to fall for her to begin with. Abreanna Morelock fell into his lap, quite literally, and he was hooked. Better description coming soon.

Book 2 to the Stolen collection. I was returned to Blake months after my release. I found him a changed man, a dark man. Just as I was learning to love him again, tragedy strikes. Kidnapped from my kidnapper. Of course, that would be my luck wouldn't it? Am I destined to spend my life with this man or will Blake come for me? Will it even be worth it if he's not the same man I loved? Will he even make it to me or will he die trying?

My name is Jade. I was kidnapped and given as a gift. Like a pet. A gift meant to mend the bond between a father and son. But before his son knew I even existed, I was locked away. I sat, hidden right under his nose, in his basement. Learning to be a good wife by being forced to read a book with outrageous rules that fall into the husband's favor and beyond. And I would stay there until I was perfect for Blake. Or what his father thought was perfect. ... Then there was hope and fear and a surprising love. Finished. Now editing. Highest rank: #7 in romance

Cora is a young girl who suddenly wakes up in the basement of the Russian mafia and one of the best Assassins in the world, Dimitri Volkov. what he wants with her, she doesn't know. she is forced to face his harsh and cruel treatment. the strange thing there is, Dimitri keeps referring to her as Cara, her twin sister's name. She spend too much time there that she starts making friends and maybe, just maybe, she might understand why Dimitri has her in his basement. she might see him for a broken mafia Don that he is, and not a vicious, ruthless and heartless assassin the whole world paints him to be. but will Dimitri keep his hands to himself before Cora gets a chance to know him beyond the mask he has on, or will he ruin everything before it even begins?? Warning: This is a very dark romance, mentions of rape, torture and gory thing.

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it but now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means, but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape. "But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing." He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer. **** The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil, and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner. **** Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2) Triggers and smut present. I do not own the background picture of this book's cover. Book cover made by me.

Highest ranking #1 as on 4th July 2017 "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?" **** Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One? What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all? In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave? Triggers are present.

e•phem•er•al-lasting for a very short time "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor?" The deep voice speaks from above me. The same deep voice I heard yelling just seconds before the sound of a deafening gunshot down the hall. "I'm a room attendant, sir, I'm just doing my job." I respond fearfully, forcing my eyes from glancing up at the menacing man. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting closer and closer to my presence on the marble floor until I eventually spot a pair of pristine black loafers covered in blood. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." The gravelly voice says threateningly. I swallow. I stop scrubbing the floor and slowly glance up at the man. Immediately I am struck by the green of his eyes. They remind me of a snake as they stare at me with such intensity. "Good girl. Now, if you are just a room attendant, then why are you out here instead of cleaning one of the rooms?" He says with a sly smirk. I try not to express panic on my face as I search my head for a believable answer to give him but before I can even begin to respond he answers for me with a clicking of his tongue. "Now this..." The man sighs whilst bending down to my head level. "This is a bit of a complication for us isn't it." He finishes while his penetrating gaze bores into my slightly trembling stature. I'm fucked. ***Lena Taylor is a young woman working tirelessly as a room attendant at the world-renowned hotel known as the Styles Plaza, in hope that the job allows her to pay for her collegiate education. However, when she is caught at the wrong place and time, she discovers that the Styles Plaza is more than just a luxurious hotel. Left with no other options, she is trapped. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @makemeblush4 CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE/ SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH STARTED: DEC 2021

..."Sir.. please take me down. I'm tired" "You're tired? Okay. Just one last thing" And without any warning, i sent a whip flying softly across her body, leaving a red line against her white skin. "Ooww Dario!!" And another. "Fuck!" Last one. She says nothing, only lets tears run down her face. I untie her and hold her like a baby. Carry her to the bedroom and lay her in bed...

Maybe this was what it felt like to love someone who never quite stayed in one place. Maybe this was what it meant to fall in love with a man built on shifting versions of himself - some of them soft, some of them savage, and none of them safe. Maybe I had chosen this the moment I walked into his world. And now? Now I didn't know how to walk back out.

She looked like an angel, but temptation had sharper edges. Her skin softer than the silk she wore, her body a siren's invitation-she was heaven wrapped in sin. He wasn't supposed to want her again. But rules never mattered when she was in his bed. She was elegance and recklessness. Beauty and bite. And no matter how far they ran from the past, it never stopped chasing them-especially when the chemistry still burns and the damage runs deeper than they're willing to admit. In a world of power, pride, and passion, love was never part of the deal. But obsession? That never really ended.