Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

❝Come on beautiful, how long are you going to pretend that I'm not the reason for that❞ His eyes glide down my body and stop at my thighs that had mindlessly pressed themselves together. "When you stop pretending I'm not the reason for that" I gesture towards his legs this time, his thighs parted and the hard erection showing through his pants. I can't help but clear my throat at the print. He stands up, with no shame. Not even trying to cover or adjust himself, he only walks towards me as I sit on the chair in his office. With the nudge of his foot, he parts my legs so he can step between them, lifting my chin with his index finger and I meet those enchanting eyes. He leans closer to my ear and his hand finds its place on my thigh, causing my skin to become warmer. "I'm not pretending beautiful, I will happily admit you're the one that gets me this hard any day." Grace Kennedy is smart, beautiful and kind. She's studying to become a doctor one day but before she can afford all the expenses, she works with her mother in her family's bakery. Mariano is a man of charms and far too handsome for his own good. Emerald green eyes that could be mistaken for the actual jewel itself. His entire life revolved around his four year old daughter and his younger brother. Grace couldn't ignore how shy she felt around him as she grew to see him even more. Doing her best to keep the charming man at arm's length, it was hard to do when he knew exactly how to rile her up. She was his Beautiful Addiction. Extended Description in Introduction!

"Matteo Brooks killed my father for his power, which means we have a common enemy. You need me if you want to take him down." "Why would we need some spoiled mafia princess?" "Because you want what everyone else wants. Eduardo Patelli's secret weapon; the one that kept him at the top of the food chain for all these years." "Like he would tell you about it," Santiago sneered. "Everyone knows he shielded you from the world. We all know he died with those details." "Shielded me?" Wren laughed in disbelief. "That's what everyone thinks, but he kept me hidden for other reasons. I didn't grow up in some fancy bedroom with rose-colored glasses attached to my eyes. Now, do we have an alliance or not?" "Give us one good reason not to kill you right now and go after Brooks ourselves," Luca demanded. "Because I am my father's secret weapon, which means you three now have access to the source of Don Patelli's power. So, are you going to help me avenge my father's death? Or are you going to turn away the opportunity to seize the power you've worked for your entire lives?" ~~~ Full summary inside...

Hip-no-fo-bia | Hypno-pho-bia | /hɪpnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/. noun: Extreme or irrational fear of falling asleep. #2 in the Phobia series. __________ The wind blew softly, shifting wisps of her golden blonde hair. She laughed at her own silly jokes as they walked. "A little birdie told me you eat pasta for breakfast," Taylor blurted out to the stoic man in front of her. Oh, she knew he was annoyed alright, she knew he didn't appreciate her following him against his own will. But she just can't help it, there's something about the long-haired man that keeps pulling her in, like an invincible force, dragging her to danger. "I mean, I'm not judging you," She carried on, kicking pebbles out of her way. "Even the best of us have a knack for being weird." The man walking ahead of her suddenly stopped walking. Taylor had managed to prevent herself from bumping into him but had succeeded in wobbling and toppling over. Her butt was inches away from the ground when her hand was gripped and she was pulled up. She ignored the tingles that jolted up her arm and stood upright. He gave her one pointed look before saying; "I'm not weird." And then he resumed walking. Taylor laughed and brushed her hands on her jeans. "Then what are you, Gregory Weston?" ** Maryam M.B♥

Darcy Howard has been living in fear for the last four months, a stalker taking away her sense of freedom and ability to live a normal life. Maddox Reece is a professional MMA fighter who had the side job of protecting those who need his help. Darcy's stalker is just another blimp on his ever-growing bad guy radar but Darcy herself has him intrigued to the point where his mission shifts from helping her, to keeping her. Now if only there wasn't a psychopath hell bent on having Darcy for himself and willing to eliminate anyone who might get in the way of that. ❗️Mature Content❗️ CHECK OUT "Character Reference" TO SEE WHAT EVERYONE LOOKS LIKE AND GET AN IDEA ABOUT THEM IN YOUR HEAD cover by @nophotoshop ❤️

Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.

〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

What happens when a stubborn 19 year old cheerleader comes across a broody 37 year old mechanic? Read this story to find out... I'm shit at descriptions, sue me.

All she wanted him to do was smile. A love story.