Pulling my phone out, I checked the Caller ID. It was a number not saved in my phone but it was also a Minnesota number, someone from back home. Cautiously, I answered the phone. "Hello?" The phone was silent on the other end as I heard shuffling in the background but no answer. "Hello?" My voice more stern and annoyed. Why fucking call someone if you're not going to speak? "Nixon Pierce?" I hate when people use my first fucking name, it's so cringy. "This is Detective Tia Fletcher, with Rochester P.D. Do you remember me? I was the detective on your case." She questioned me but I had already remembered her from the name. "I was the detective who visited the hospital around the time your twins were born..." Detective Fletcher trailed off. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that this lady pops up at all the wrong times. "Yeah, I remember who you are." My voice was monotone. "Why are you calling me? I'm on my honeymoon." "I'm sorry to interrupt." The detective apologized. "I just wanted to let you know that we caught him." She clued me in, almost excited. [Part of the Bashful Trilogy: Bashful & Wistful] [Mature 18+]

He rules Manhattan's underworld with blood. She was never supposed to touch it. Serena Hale lives behind locked doors and careful routines, hiding the scars of a past no one sees. Her quiet flower shop is her sanctuary-until Theo Sorrentino walks in. Cold. Lethal. Untouchable. They call him the Devil of Manhattan, a king among criminals who crushes anyone that breathes wrong in his direction. But when Theo looks at Serena, something breaks. Something dangerous. He wants her. Gentle, unshakable, his. Serena knows monsters. She sees the violence curled beneath Theo's expensive suits and calm control. But the way he protects her-the way he watches her-pulls her into a world she swore she'd never enter. Now the bodies are piling up, and the war is coming home. And in the wreckage of power, betrayal, and blood, love might be the most dangerous thing of all. Because in Theo's world, you don't fall in love. You survive it.

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Sanara looked down in shame; intricate leather shoes filled her field of vision. She reached for Faust, her little feline companion that had somehow wandered into this imposing man's arms, as she finally looked up. "I'm so sorry Your Majesty, I--," It felt like lightning struck her when she met his pale, blue eyes. She took a startled step back. The King's eyes widened. Her wolf, who was usually silent and calm, suddenly began chanting one word that the man in front of her echoed back as she slowly took Faust out of his large hands. "Mate." She watched as the King sank to one knee in the grass. All the guards followed, careful to bow their heads lower than the King. Faust was still cradled against her, his head tucked into her neck while he purred and closed his eyes. Sanara kneeled in front of the large man. The King was not meant to bow down to anyone. It was improper. "My Queen," the King sighed reverently as he gently took her hands in his. "You have finally arrived."

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ "Hold on a little, we'll be home soon!" she reassured him, Brushing his front hair back with her palm in a soothing manner and kissing his forehead softly. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet comforting scent. "I'm home. " He whispered against her neck. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐡 : He's the king of his own realm, his spirit is untamed and his boundaries nonexistent. Rules and regulations mean nothing to him as he craves his own path. He effortlessly acquires everything he desires for. The mere thought of someone daring to refuse him sends a surge of fury coursing through his veins. His anger knows no bounds. He is the typical player, the handsome bad boy. 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐦 : In the realm of her dreams and aspirations, she comes to London for studying in her dream university. Her eyes sparkling with determination and her heart has an unwavering spirit of becoming a designer. She is a delicate flower, swaying with the gentlest breeze, yet her strength is unyielding. She is beautiful, she is bold, she is fierce.

Dorothy Kennicott met Ace Stoll when they were only six years old. And ever since then, they have been inseparable. Best friends, attached at the hip. But what happens when Dorothy starts to develop strong feelings for her best friend? Or when her best friend starts to touch her in a more intimate way--a way that makes her head spin--without providing her with any sort of explanation? Or, oh yeah, when her best friend turns into a huge snarling wolf and claims she's his mate? Well, I'll tell you what happens--shit gets complicated. ---- A spinoff of 'Kidnapped By My Mate' (AKA 'Beautiful Belle and Alpha Grayson') but can be read as a standalone.

She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

Originally "My girl." NOT EDITED⚠️ "You love hugs Don't you?" "Only yours." - "You know, if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked, princess." he said seductively in my ear, his hand rubbing up and down my waist. - He slowly lifts his gaze to look at me. "You're scared, aren't you." - "Ava, my dick is rock hard and we're going to the fucking pool, it's taking my all to not take you right here in this fucking elevator." He grumbled causing my eyes to trail down to see it. - She was like a ray of sunshine. He was the devil. Join Ava and Kai on a journey of love, redemption, and the power of finding light in the darkest of places. You know what they say... opposites attract;) _______ Read to find out ;) ⚠️P.s... the ending to this book is SAD, read at your own discretion...Enjoy! ⚠️ ©️2023

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ꨄ ✿ "In every universe, my heart belongs to you." ✿ "My sweet little Ivy." ✿ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟕-𝟏𝟔-𝟐𝟐 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐓𝐁𝐃 |𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬| |#𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 |#𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 |#𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐩𝐝 |#𝟏𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲𝐱𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 |#𝟏𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐩