Andrea "Andy" De Palma was raised around a gang in which her father organized himself. Italian pride, selling drugs and harming others that stepped in her way was the most she knew. She wanted to be just as notorious as her father. She wanted money like him, a family like him, respect like him and she was going to work hard to get it. Fascinated by her own parents, their love story and how they married at an early age, she wanted a love quite similar. At the age of 22, she's single and enjoying life but also looking for someone she can have a future with. This is when she meets Delaney Hershey, a wealthy, pre-med student who just graduated with her Bachelor's degree. Delaney feels forced by her adopted parents to become a doctor. With a sharp tongue, a poisoned attitude and the smarts of a Harvard student, Delaney takes a break from school and moves away from her parents to live a riskier life. "A1: The Don" follows Andy and Delaney through a wild, brutal ride of constant changes within their lives.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭.❞ Two fashion students, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍. They recklessly hate each other. Their whole body fills up with rage with every eye contact, every reminiscence of the other, every touch. What will happen when they are assigned a project, and that project turns out to be a photoshoot? Maybe, they'll come to terms with the burning feeling that envelops their bodies wasn't 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, overall. Copyright © 2022 deidarren™ No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, pictures belong to the rightful owners.

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

(Gal Gadot) (gxg) Amara Jones is a 19 year old girl. She loves studying and is very innocent. One day, she went and visit Gal Gadot, the owner and the CEO of Gal industry. Gal Gadot is a 34 year old business woman. She is very mean and cold hearted for no reason. However, the young girl caught Gal's attention. Will Amara change Gal's heart? Will Gal fall in love? Will Amara hate Gal? (A little mix of fifty shades of grey and kdrama scenarios) (Currently editing) I made this book a long time ago therefore it's bad lol

*Mature Warning* 18+ Content 🔞 Please Don't Report Zoey Bold is shy, insecure and riddled with bad thoughts 24/7. Her girlfriend abused her, hurt her and left her with scars up her spine that she could never forget. Zoey watched as her now ex girlfriend fucked another woman, then broke up with her because she was boring and plain. Zoey was left emotionally broken and physically scared, she shut herself away in a tiny box and ignored the people around her. Viva Rivers, she was confident and content with her life in all the right ways. She had a 3 year old daughter, a ex husband who knew it would never happen again after she caught him cheating on her with his boss and a new liking for woman she couldn't ignore. Viva had everything she every wanted, except parents who supported her. They were the bold example of horrible parenting and her popularity within her business made it hard to have friends when she truly needed them, just like she was there for them. It wasn't until Viva met a tiny girl named Zoey who looked like she was about to be hit by a green haired monster. Viva felt protective, territorial and terrified of what she felt for this girl. Zoey felt sensitive, aware and tiny around this woman. Who knew love could brew out of two woman sensitive to different things, with different pasts and very similar nightmares.

A step into Syna's wild life. • • • I pretended as though I was stretching and I layed back down. I looked back to see Syna in her closet with her back turned to me, shirtless. I guess she thought I was still sleep so I pretended I was. I peeked my eye opened every few seconds to see what she was up to. She was putting on a suit. She walked out the closet and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and I got from under the covers to adjust myself. I don't know why I was so wet. I sat up and put my hands inside of my boxers and felt myself. soaked. I didn't notice she came out of the bathroom and was standing by her dresser looking at me. I looked up at her and quickly took my hands out of my pants. She had a smirk on her face and I had a panicked look on mines. I was embarrased. "I-its not what you...think" "mm, looks like you were playing with yourself to me, morning wood?" she chuckled then rubbed her chin. "I- no.." She came to the bed and....

"I swear nothing happened" I tried not to moan "I warned you Allison that you are mine that no one should touch you the way I want to touch you that no one should see you the way I want to see you " she husked as she plunged two of her fingers inside of me My head hang back in pleasure as I tried to contain my moans. The pleasure I was feeling was undeniably. "On your knees" she growled I quickly dropped to my knees with my hands on my thighs waiting for further instructions. She unbuckled her belt then unzipped her pants. She pulled her pants down along with her boxers and her dick sprung out. She was huge. "Suck like the slut you are" she growled I didn't move or anything. She gripped the back of my head and pushed her dick into my mouth causing me to choke. "I said to suck don't disobey me" I could barely breathe her dick was hitting the back of my throat cutting the air off to my lungs. She pulled me back and I started to cough. You could see my saliva glistening her dick She gripped my neck then picked me up bringing my face closer to hers "I'll show you never to disobey me Allison" She roughly turned me around and shoved me down on the desk so that my back was to her. "You haven't been a good girl have you Allison?" She slapped my ass The sting cause me to yelp and jolt further on the desk. "I asked you a question so answer me Allison" she slapped my ass again harder than the first time "No I haven't" I choked out tears running down my face "No you haven't and for that I'll teach you a lesson" she hissed She gripped my waist then lined her guy up with my entrance. "Fuccckkkk" I moan as she slammed into me She roughly thrust into me giving me long deep strokes as she slapped my ass. "Fuck you feel so good princess" She grunted "But you were bad" She picked up her pace going faster and deeper. She snaked her hand around my waist and to my clit where she used her thumb to rub circles against my clit. "Please I-I'm sorry" I tried to moan

"I was ordered to kill you." 21 year old Mavis Griffon is a stripper for the Inferno night club when one night, a woman in a silver dress walks in. Calm, deadly, and a knockout blonde. There is something alluring about her, something intoxicating in the way she pulls out her gun and aims it at Mavis with words that will change her life forever. "I was ordered to kill you." Her eyes search mine, as though she is waiting for me to scream, to run, to fight. But I only let a smirk grace my lips, and I hide my trembling hands as I say, "Then what are you waiting for?"

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...

Rhiannon I like my liquor how I enjoy my women: Straight, heady and with the promise of burning me. The plan was simple. Hustle, don't get caught, don't get killed, repeat. Love was not in it. Weaknesses were not allowed. Until Sierra. Fucking. Sweeney. God, I wanted to hate her. She lured herself into my soul like a slow deadly Venom, put my Demons to sleep with a single touch, brought me to my knees with her big sad hazel eyes. I wanted to hate her, but she was an addiction I was craving. And like a drug, She might just be the Death of Me. *** Sierra To the world, she was stone cold. Hidden behind a mask of marble. Murderous, Threatening and Deadly. But to me, Rhiannon Ortega was like catnip. A beautifully flawed misunderstood abstract painting I wanted to learn each stroke of brush by heart. And learn, I did. Nothing could've prepared me to face the Demons hidden behind her haunted eyes. They say, be careful what you wish for. I say, there is no rose without thorns. **This is a steamy f/f dark romance with many dark themes and flawed characters. Please look at the trigger warnings on page 1 before reading.**