I just wanted to have the best eighteenth birthday ever...I didn't know that I was gonna be going home with my new history teacher. StudentxTeacher romance. Mature content.

✥ His Ballerina & His Genius ✥ A promise, it's something you make when the end is beyond the limits for the one you love. It's something you make with the ballon maker down the street, promising him you'll come tomorrow. It's something you make with your mom when she kisses your head and sends you off to your kindergarten class. It's something you make with your BFF while making friendship bracelets, promising your friendship will last forever. But, a promise is also what I made with her. I promised her that when she watched scary movies, I'll be holding her hand. I promised her that I would cheer her on in the audience when she twirled in those tease of fluffy ballerina skirts. I promised her that I would love her more than those toffee apple cakes that my mom made only on my birthday. I promised her that I would never leave her. They say all promises are made to be broken, but the ones I had made with her were always an exception.

✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥ [part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for the well known Efrains', the offer is too tempting not to take upon consideration. Ruben Efrain, knew the power his last name carried which only led people to associate him to the emotion of fear and power. Navigating his way to the top, there was only one thing that could potentially distract him, the beautiful blue eyed temptress who happens to be hired to follow his orders even the ones that could lead him to break his own morals. But, she could never be his love because distractions like her could only lead to one's death. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Never took you as a love letter type of person." Ruben paused his fine hands craftsmen handwriting as he glanced up at the intoxicating raven blue eyes. "I'm not a love sick puppy Ms. Rossi, so don't attempt to make me one." Violette smiled as she made her way to the wrinkled rolls of papers on the smooth wooden surface of his desk. "Liar." She whispered under her breathe as she collected the pieces of discarded paper to toss in the dust bin. Before she could pull away from his side, Ruben yanked her down by her waist. The tequila on his lips mixed with the fresh strawberries' scent lingering around her to make the finest liquor in the world. "I write love letters alright. Just not on paper. But, don't worry so will you Ms. Rossi. With your nails on my back and I would with my tongue between your thighs."

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

She wants to escape it all. She runs from it. She gets a chance to leave it all behind. And she does, without thinking twice. Gabrielle leaves France, her home country, when she finds an offer to babysit in London. She doesn't have a lot of experience with kids, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to just disappear from the world she somehow got sucked into. She comes to a rich family, who has a daughter and a son. She gets a big surprise when she arrives there. The little girl might be little indeed, but the son is nothing like she expected. He's all tall and broad with tattoos marking almost every inch of his skin. And he screams bad news. Alexander shows he doesn't like Gabrielle from the first time he sees her. However, they somehow just can't ignore each other as much as they'd like to, even though Alexander told Gabrielle to never involve in his business. But her being stubborn and fearless, she quickly finds out why people call him 'Sin.' *WARNING! This story contains a strong language and violence.* *The Literary Awards 2017 winner Cover by @ForeverIsland

Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towards happiness. Towards love. Towards him. She got to experience a different life. With him. She got the taste of being with him. Now this is the aftertaste; the taste that lingers afterwards. This is what it's like to be loved by Sin.

✥ The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥ Blaise Inocencio, the daughter to a well-known politician, inherits the fear of being killed when she receives a threat after the assassination of her father. The constant fear of being killed only intensifies when there is more than the dark past on the hunt. The Brazilian happens to end up with an ex military officer who was strictly there to protect her. When Blaise comes face to face with the fact he is suffering with an antisocial personality disorder it is hard for her to trust him completely. Octavio Amor was an ex military officer that was foreign to the feelings of forgiveness. Being sociopathic he lacked the most important trait, love. An assassination of a politician, Boris Inocencio, leaves Octavio with one job. He needed to protect Blaise, the only daughter of the assassinated politician. There is sexual tension, manipulation, and love - but was any of that real? ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "There are countless women in here Octavio that are patiently waiting to be kissed by you. You can take the night off for once." Her lips came in contact with the glass every time she took a sip. Her plump lips wetted with the fine red wine. His eyes never leaving the erotic scene in front of him which left him wishing that he was that glass in her hand. "No." He answered back in his usual emotionless tone. "Why?" She asked as her lips continued to dampen with the fine liquid. "Because romance is not my thing." He answered. "Then what's your thing?" She asked daringly. "I bite your lip Blaise not kiss you."

PART TWO OF THE SERPENT ✥The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥ She had first told me she loved me at 11:20 as my fingers were busy getting soaked by her. Those pretty coloured eyes begged a man who couldn't love to love her just as hard. Her rosy flushed cheeks were painted by sad tears of her heartbreak when I so selfishly broke her apart. Those pillowy pink lips of hers spilled moans, like secrets meant just for me. I stared into those pink eyes glisten like shattered glass. I left her behind only to find out I loved Blaise Innocencio. He broke his promise to me at 11:58, the same hour I had told him that I loved him. I looked into those violent green eyes and let him break my heart into pieces because it was only his to break. Now when he stands at my doorstep with a bouquet of red roses, I could only hope I don't end up breaking his in return because the love that I once had for him was the one thing that had caused me to leave to begin with. ----- His tattooed fingers came glistening out of my cunt as his other hand flattened on my swollen belly. "Fuck, I love seeing you carry my kid." I grabbed his fingers and brought them back to my wet cunt. "You're getting distracted." I moan as he slowly stretches me around his fingers again, the sounds of how wet I was noticeably there. "Don't be greedy, I know your pussy wants to be fed with my cock more than my fingers."

******************************************* "No. I think it's a great idea. Then maybe I'll get the Queen that I was promised, not some little princess!" "You heartless bastard. I wish to God that I had never, ever married you." ****************************************** Lizzy never knew what it meant to be brave till the day of her wedding. Being brought up like a princess in the Mafia world she was always taught about responsibility and what it meant to be a queen. But when married to a stranger, she finds her values being tested more than ever. Slowly loosing control of her life and freedom, she hopes for nothing more than for someone to save her. When she learns there's more to him then his arrogance and his empire, perhaps her hero is only down the hall. HEY WATTPAD READERS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS STORY, I lOVE IT. IM AIMING FOR A LOT OF VOTES AND COMMENTS SO PLEASE DO!!! GOOD OR BAD, IM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.