He is wilder than the west ************* What compelled her to agree to the absurd terms that Carlos put forward was beyond her. He turned towards her with a wicked grin that soiled her knickers. "I win." It was a simple statement yet she felt breathless. She swallowed, her forest green eyes darkening. "Well, name your prize then?" She demanded, his blue-grey eyes flickered to her lips when she nervously and unconsciously licked them. His grin widened. "A kiss," He answered.

His green eyes were shining in anger. He saw her standing there with that fucking gangster. Fury and jealousy were running through his veins. His eyes drifted down and noticed the hand which was gripping her waist. His fingers turned into a fist. He was ready to kill him. He saw them going and pulling away in car. Where the fuck is he taking her? He turned and threw a punch on the wall hardly. Grabbing his bag he ran and ran til he reached in his room but her memories came rushing in his head. Everything in his room was a reminder of her. Her scent was still floating in the air. Her tinkling giggle echoed in his ears. But why? Why is he jealous? Why is he angry? He was the one who betrayed her, destroyed her, made fun of her love. Now why her moving on with another man is killing him inside? He is the god of his own world. He is The Eric Knight. It was never a fairytale. Fate collided them and started a story full of- fight, love, romance, betrayal and hate. And in between all this, entered a Gangster, who kills people and sells drugs but is sexy like a devil. One's Obsession and other's Possession. A story full of passion, but The game spins and their fates as well.

He smokes. He drinks. He deals with drugs. He uses women as toys. He beats up anyone who gets in his way--male or female. He breaks every rule and law. He is called Arsen Frasier. He is the original bad boy. And I failed to understand that reality; I failed to stay away from him. I failed to lock my heart from my childhood sweetheart.

When the thin veil between deceit and truth starts to vacillate for Cynthia Black, long forgotten, little horrors bloom amidst her life as skeletons start escaping from the closet. For college graduate Cynthia Black, getting a job right after graduation and being sought after seems too good to be true, and it proves to be, when she becomes assigned to the notoriously taciturn Quarter Institute for Rehabilitation. Her world begins to tilt on its axis as she is thrown into the abysmal criminal network with nothing but vague, obscure answers that seem to raise more questions. Gruesome murders, unexplained deaths, and disappearances seem to follow her as she struggles to survive after discovering she was sentenced to sedate the cravings of perilous criminal who seems to have an infatuation with her, and is hell bent on destroying her and wreaking havoc on everything she loves. Cover credit goes to @CreativeCosmos ▪ This story will contain mature content and dark themes. ▪ This story will contain violence and strong language. ▪ This is not a supernatural story, nor is it a fanfiction of any kind.

He wasn't just a business man He was the leader of an MC I was a simple business women But I love the thrill of a race I know a part of him no one else does And that's what scares me the most

I was born human and I always thought that I would leave this world one; but I was wrong. And it all started in the year 866; the year the heathens, the Vikings, arrived in England and attacked the village I called home. 866 was the year I and the ones I loved died; the year where my story began, but not when it ended. Cover made by terrabithia.