Caden Miller. Hot, cynical, and notoriously labelled the bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention-seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who know what's good for them, stay away from him. If you fight him, you know you'll lose soon. Short-tempered, mysterious, and those oh-so-hot looks. All of that was enough for a person to fall head over heels for him. If only he cared to give a shit about them. Not when he was also the youngest gang leader in New York City, with just one mission in mind: stop his equally cynical brother from ruining his life more than he already had. Skylar Anderson. Not a nerd. Or a cheerleader. All she cares about is her workaholic (and maybe even a little dysfunctional) parents, her adorable cat and her not-so adorable best friend, and her sleep. Quite literally. Living a normal and carefree life, trying her best not to flunk Physics, there wasn't anything more that she wanted. Until she receives a letter in her mailbox... ...and that normal, carefree life goes right above the clouds. . . . "Tʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪꜱ," ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, "Iғ ɪ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ." #2 in Chick-lit #1 in Humor #7 in Romance #1 in Teen Fiction #3 in The Grace Awards 2019 Text copyright © Crystal7016 ™ 2018 Cover credits: @youtumblrgeek ✨

"Get away from me Gunner." I started to walk away, dismissing Pierce and anything that came out of his smug lips. "Oh come on, Ambrosia don't make me beg." He teased, his intentions being nothing but cruel and to piss me off. His hand soon grabbed my arm, the grip tightening so hard that I had been scared it would start to go blue. Pierce wanted one thing and that was for me to fear him, and I wasn't giving it to him. Everyone walked around terrified to even been in his sight, and I refused to bow down to the almighty Pierce Gunner. Slowly turning around to face him, my eyes bored into his as I pursed my lips before I swallowed a lump in my throat "I'm not scared of you." "Oh really?" He tested, his grip tightening and eyes becoming so cold they looked black as his pupils widened into his iris "Then why do you look like you're about to piss yourself?" Ripping my arm out of his grip, "You know if your dick was half the size your personality is, you might actually be able to get some girls." With that he pushed me back upon the wall and pinned me back so I was restricted in every way. "Watch it Ambrosia, no wonder your dad passed you off to your brother." I immediately spit in his face, and he turned his head for a minute, clenching his jaw and wiping it off before turning his head to me and wrapping his hands around my neck and placing pressure on my wind pipes. I began to struggle to breathe, as I grasped and clawed at his hands to release. "Now Ambrosia, it's gonna go my way. Now I'll release you if you agree but if not I'll fucking ruin you." He pressed harder "Now what's it gonna be? Ride or Die." • COMPLETED • • Does contain smut •

Dilara Caesar moved to Stanford Hill after going to a private school her whole life, she wants to live her senior year as a normal high school student. The Giovanni's are one of the most dangerous mafia groups in California, but no one in their school knows that. Dilara crosses paths with Adriano Giovanni and her plans of having a normal senior year go up in flames.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.