After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

Alejandra Martinez had a perfect life until she lost her mom and childhood to a violent tragedy that she witnessed. As a result, her dad fell into many patterns of abuse, leaving her to deal with the aftermath of it all. She continued life as best as she could with little hope for anything and trust in absolutely nothing, turning into someone her mother wouldn't recognize, doing whatever she needs to do to cope as well as to protect herself. During her junior year at Lower East Side High School, she meets Gabriel Santiago. He's known throughout the halls for his association with the most dangerous gang in the city, as well as his ice cold demeanor, all at the age of 17. He's as heartless as it gets - at least that's what everyone thinks. The two know nothing about each other. Despite that, they can't seem to hate each other more. But as time goes on, and they continue to cross paths, something changes. They begin to realize that there's a whole different side of the other that nobody knows about, yet it's the side that they might not hate about one another. That's what makes it even more complicated. As they each dig deeper past the facade the other has created over years of tragedy and destruction, it becomes dangerous for everyone involved. 𝓡𝓐𝓝𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢 - 2023 # 1 : 𝔲𝔤𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 # 2 : 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫 # 1 : 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢

The awkward, lonely girl with no friends has always isolated herself at the back of the classroom finds it hard to fit in. She's put a barrier between herself and people. Will she ever let anyone in? Will the blue-eyed popular boy finally break through her exterior? Her heart is closed, set on keeping it stone. Her past haunts her, lingering wherever she goes. Her one rule: never get attached, nor let herself love. She seals and locks away her emotions, depriving herself of human emotions. Can Ethan Winchester warm her soul? ~~~ "You can't do that," she tells me, I got the hint crystal clear that she doesn't want me. My anger starts to build and suddenly I have the urge to get out of here, to get away from her. "Why not, eh?" I ask, my eyes full of building rage. I'm getting tired of feeling like this. "Because" she starts, "because..." she can't finish her sentence, because there is no reason. She just likes being a cold bitch towards me. I grab her hand again, and she jerks it back from me, "just give me your hand." She hesitates for a moment before letting me take it again, "you want to know what you do to me Emory Rose, this," I place her palm over my trousers, "this is what you fucking do to me." Her hand rests on the bulge in my pants waiting to break free, just the feel of her delicate hand on my dick could fill me, satisfying me for the night.