"This is what happens when you try to take away what is ours," he whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver. "We'll strip you down, tie you up, and never let you go. You're our perfect little slave, aren't you?" ~ One gift. One threat. One stalker. And she lost everything. Emma had everything she could've wanted; A membership at the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, the sweetest best friend she could've ever asked for, and three devilishly handsome men with a talent for making all her desires come true-until he arrived. Hidden in the dark, in crowds, behind gifts and screens, he follows her, tracks her, watch her. Wanting her. Emma knew danger was stalking her, trying to take her away from everyone, but most of all from them. The first gift came with a warning, how many would she get before the warning became a threat? And a threat became a promise? Could she ignore the warning, or did she have to give away what her heart treasured the most? Or were the men she needed to run from the ones she should be running towards? ~ "You look perfect like this. All naked. All bound. All ours," one of them growled; the finality of his statement felt like a branding on my bare skin. I wanted the branding to sting, to burn-to forever keep me at my masters' side, like an invisible mark linking my life with their life. My soul with their soul. But I knew, nothing would ever be final as long as he was still there, lurking. Waiting. Wanting. This book contains steamy, erotic scenes, age-gap romance with multiple men, and filthy language. Two chapters will be posted 31. December at 12 PM (GMT), then one chapter every other day.

Short smut in all types, straight and gay, thirsty young writer writing for horny people aha, ☆disclaimer chapters don't flow as one, each chapter is a short story itself☆ 💦

{18 + COMPLETE | FREE STORY w/ Paid Bonus Content • COLLEGE SPORTS ROMANCE} Wednesday Elez's father immigrated to America so he could be with her mother, and it has taught her one thing: love has no bounds. The only thing that Wednesday-or Nessa-wants is to find a love like her parents have. But she's also pretty sure she's never going to find it. She isn't the type of girl who guys fall in love with. She's the type of girl who guys think they can just fall into bed with after one too many beers. That's what college has taught her anyway. But then she meets Grayson Everett, and he's hell bent on changing her mind. Nessa can't quite figure Grayson out. As a member of the Oakland State football team, he instantly gets put on Nessa's no-way list. But then she learns that despite his hard exterior-his very hard, muscled exterior-he's a music education major with a soft spot for kids and a few heartbreaking secrets. It's only a matter of time before he starts breaking her down, too. She just hopes it isn't her heart that gets broken. **Book 3 in the Wildfire Series but can be read as a standalone**

They are both students at the same school. They didn't know each other till Noah noticed Marwah didn't even approach him. She doesn't seem to care about him, which irritates him, and he wants to know why she isn't interested in him while other females are. Because he is Noah Jackson the rich, hot popular guy. -- Noah lean close to her. "What am I doing? You promised me that we were having coffee together but you were with him. He Called you hot, and hold your wrist... and you expect me not to do anything, when I come close to you, you're uncomfortable with me. But with that Bastard you're always comfortable with him Don't you see I don't like it when he's close to you. I told you that I want you and I like you." Noah paused Breathing heavily. "You basically were cheating on me!" I just stood there, lost of words my heart beat is killing me. My tears are coming out. "Noah look, Me and him are partners in art class. We were working in our project." I said putting my hands on my chest "And how am I cheating on you? When there is nothing between us.!" As soon as I said this he pull me towards him, his hands around my waist tightly. There was no space between us now. "You are mine. Get this in your head." He said it with a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. *Cover is not mine. *my first wattpad story.

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met a certain niqabi. She became his Assistant and with a little (okay alot) of sparks and feelings, he fell in love. Except there was much more to the Niqabi then just her poise and posture or intelligence. And he would do anything to call her, his. New bonds, family reunion, shocking pasts and outrageous news- all in one. Welcome to the tale of two hearts, poles apart, The Billionaire and The Niqabi. © scopian_16 2015

Formerly known as 'An Islamic Love Story.'

Eighteen year old Yasmeen is a Muslimah enjoying her last year of high school with her two best friends. She expects her senior year to be boring and torturing like the past three years were. Especially due to the fact that she's been wearing the niqab and tormented in school for it since last year. What's a niqabi to do though when the gorgeous new guy starts going to her school and everyone takes an interest to him? Or what about when she finds out that he's going to be living in the same house with her for a year and they're engaged to each other? *WILL OFFICIALLY BE BACK LATE 2024/EARLY 2025*

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

"Not all Muslims are terrorists." You know how people say never to judge a book by its cover? I shouldn't have done that myself. Growing up with racist parents planted a negative reputation of Muslims in my head. So, I started believing everything they've told me. I thought Muslims were the reason crisis was happening around the world. I thought Islam was an evil religion. But, boy, was I wrong. Everything changed, the day I met the Muslimah next door.