[Book #2 in the Nystrom series] [18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger. I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?" "I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?" εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

Hope Ashford is used to getting her way. A rich spoiled girl who doesn't have any limits. Although, underneath that spoiled, bratty, and cocky personality, is an insecure girl who has only ever wanted to be enough. Adrian Newman is used to having a shitty life. Despite all the things life has thrown at him, he continues to move forward to look out for his younger sister. Even if that means being the personal bodyguard of a girl he finds insufferable. Started: 3/23/22 Finished: 5/29/22 Disclaimer: This was my first book so the writing isn't the best!

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

DISCLAIMER: this is not the whole story! Only 1/3 of the book is here on wattpad, the full version is available as a paperback& ebook... After an accident killed her parents, Malia's life is turned upside down. She's going to an academy she's never heard of with people that have powers she didn't know existed. Will she be able to keep up with the other students or will she fail? Can she possibly be what people expect from her? And more importantly, how will she possibly survive living in the same place as a certain curly-haired, deeply infuriating boy? Only time will tell. Check trigger warnings on my website:) link in my bio &don't be intimidated by the amount of chapters. They're all only around 1000 words long to make it an easier read:)

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙." Milaydie Lucero is sent to Rutherford Academy in hopes of finishing high school with a prestigious dance scholarship that she spent her life working for. The last thing she needs is problems or boy drama. Reed Maxwell is the school's notorious bad boy. No one dares approaching him, scared that what they heard about him is true. He keeps to himself and focuses on basketball. He attracts problems and doesn't like girl drama. What happens when Milaydie crosses path with the biggest problem himself? Soon enough, their past catches up to them. Secrets get revealed, true colors are shown and hearts get shattered. - "𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨," 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦," 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳." - ❆[Book 1 in the "Unloved series" but can be read as a stand-alone.] 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

18+!!!!!!! They both kill, but for different reasons. Keilani Hale is an assassin. She's paid to kill and only takes on cases where it's better if her target is dead. She's ridding the evil of the world one day at a time. Ciro 'Coin' Ferrari is a mafia boss for the Sicilians in Chicago. He kills for rivalry, or for fun, nobody quite knows. The exact person Keilani's trained to kill. What happens when the two cross paths and they have to embark on a mission to save a mutual friend, a mission that revels a lot of secrets. {{{TW: Mention of sexual assault from the past}}} - (3) started - 17/07/22 finished - 18/12/22 -