"Do you understand me?" His voice was rough and loud as his hand gripped my chin, my eyes meeting his. "Yes, Master." "Good. Now down on your knees," his fingers tangled in my hair as I kneeled down. The moan that left my mouth when he pulled my hair didn't go unnoticed. He smirked, "Look at you, being a dirty little slut for me. I bet you're a real mess underneath that skirt..." ________ It was just a kiss. Little did she know she was kissing the states most wanted killer and mafia leader, Xavier Dominguez. And she hates that she was aching for more when she found out who he really is. ________ Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in Lust #2 in Millionaire #3 in Mafia Leader #5 in Gangs #5 in New Author #14 in Lovers #47 in Lover

"I hate you." I spat into his face. Eren chuckled and caged me in, "You hate me? Then how come I see you staring at me in the halls? How come I see you peeking through my bedroom window whenever I'm changing?" I gulped, "You're just imagining things." The egoistic boy smirked in amusement, "Why can I hear your heartbeat?" His hand moved to cup my cheek, "Why am I making you so nervous?" He whispered deeply. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ SHORT STORY AOT MODERN AU

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

when two people learn the hardships of secrets -- Larissa Danvers is going into her second year of nursing school but this time she will be interning at Massachusetts General Hospital as a pediatric nurse. Moving across the country meant a lot to her not only would she leave friends and family but the girl she was. One thing she was running away from was love. Running away from something can be tricky if it follows you. Boston was a new adventure to be unfold. The new places she's visit. New people she'll meet. The memories, relationships and happiness. The amazing food especially Bova's Bakery. Before entering the bakery she had fallen. On a guy. Matthew Maxwell broke Larissa's fall and possibly in her heart. For months the two can't seem to get out of each other's head. Though lies have resurfaced when the two have been invited to a ball. To Larissa, Matthew was the CEO of Oracle Enterprise but to the world he is Prince Matthew Theo Maxwell II. ____ 04.28 : #1 adult romance 04.28 : #1 royalblood 04.28 : #1 books

❛❛I spy with my little eye, a little lie.❜❜ Catherine Moore's courage to leave a cruel and abusive Maxwell Kelvin led her to the unforgiving streets with no roof over her head. Just when things couldn't get any worse, fate deposited her at the doorstep of her ex-best friend's brother-in-law, Adonis Nicolaides. Can Catherine trust him enough to reveal her terrifying past and the monster husband she is running from? Or will she keep her lips sealed and put both of their lives at risk? In a game of hide and seek with the truth, one thing's for sure: secrets don't stay buried forever. But little lies always come back to bite... BOOK 3 Of The Tattoo Artist. Started: 25/07/22 Finished: 28/08/22 BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!!

Addy Mae is a 17 year old girl who is not very popular in school. She's very shy and doesn't have many friends. She was in a car accident with her mother and brother and she was the only one who survived. Her father blames her for the accident and takes all his anger out on her. He has had a drinking problem ever since they died and that just fuels his anger towards Addy. He beats her almost every night, some nights he's too drunk to even remember she's home. Those nights are the best nights for Addy. Adrian Grey is the so called "bad boy" in school. He is the same age as Addy but he is 10 times more popular than she is. Him and Addy share most classes but have never talked. He plays on the schools hockey team, The Badgers. They are in the top 3 best high school hockey teams in the US. All the girls in school are basically in love with him. He lives alone for most part because his dad is always away for business and his mom died of cancer when he was 7. He has never opened up to anyone and doesn't plan to. But one day he saves a wonderful girl from being kidnapped while she is walking to school. Are they going to fall in love? Will he finally open up about his feeling? Will he find out about Addys father? Will she be saved from her father? Read to find out.

DISCLAIMER: This story is completed, however it is unedited. I wrote this story when I was very young, and it is reflected in the work. If you are looking for the edited version of Love, Emma as seen on my Instagram or Facebook, this is NOT it. . . . . . . . . . . "E-Emma? It's okay y-you know. I-I'm used to i-i-it." "You shouldn't have to be, some people disgust me, the nerve of them." "I can't blame t-t-th-them, I m-mean l-l-l-look at m-me." He sounds so defeated, even though I can tell he's trying to hide it, so hurt and broken and utterly defeated. And that, to me, is absolutely heartbreaking. Whipping around, he bumps into me, clearly not expecting my abrupt stop. "I am looking at you, and you're beautiful Nathan Walker, beautiful." There's tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat the size of a basketball, and my eyes are burning, and my heart hurts but it's so fast, pounding a beat against my chest---because he should know. People like Nathan deserve to be told how unequivocally, unconditionally, completely beautiful they are. . . . . . . . . . . Emma Dawn is a sixteen year old girl in the big city of Toronto who befriends her school's social pariah, Nathan Walker. Outcast for his looks, Nathan's a very quiet, very gentle, giant, but everything's not that simple; the tough guy one might assume him to be is nothing like what he actually is, not with his stutter, continuous insecurities, and his social anxiety. While their friendship develops, both at school and at his families Italian-style Cafe, Emma slowly starts to tear down his walls, finding herself deeply caring for the boy she finds behind them---a boy so caught up in his life's worth of ridicule, he has no idea of how beautiful he is. Read on into the story of Emma and Nathan, where she helps him come to terms with his anxiety, breaks his insecurities, and every other social standard set to define something beautiful. . . . . . . . . . .

Danielle wanted to keep one thing locked away: her past. But that promise soon crumbles when a new face arrives on campus. Hockey forward, Hunter, is the newest player on the team. And he happens to be the one thing Danielle needs to avoid. At least that's what she thought. When he becomes her bestfriend's new roommate, she has no choice. His cocky attitude and confidence in the rink is all it takes for him to take the team by storm. He had hundreds of other girls throwing themselves at him, but he would not quit it with her. He's determined to find out what's behind Danielle's attitude and disliking towards him. As her past starts to unravel, Danielle is skating on thin ice. This time with her heart on the line. 1 MILLION READS [November 13, 2022] 2 MILLION READS [January 18, 2023] 3 MILLION READS [June 12, 2023] #5 in hockey 7/10/22 #1 in enemiestolovers 12/17/22 #6 in college 8/30/22 Started [Jun 2022] Finished [Oct 2022]

(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."

"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