"I'm not really a good person or a bad person" "But if someone touches what it's mine, I'll cut their fingers off" A Thief called Ryuu Furokawa stolen a jewelry from a ruthless Yakuza? A Thief that looks like a Woman? That his beauty is dangerous? A Yakuza wants him so his desire will be full filled him although he maybe falls into him. A Thief messed with the wrong person that can change his life 𒊹︎︎︎ 𒊹︎︎︎ 𒊹︎︎︎ Photo not mine Cover edit by me Rankings<( ˘ ³˘)/🌹 #5 Yakuza (11/10/20) #1 Thief (11/24/20)

"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

My mother has had dreams of becoming part of royalty since she was a girl. Four years ago, she made the colossal mistake of making a deal with the Devil himself, in order to gain that prestigious place in society. My mother got her wish, marrying into the English Royal family after my father 'coincidentally' died in a car wreck. Unfortunately, as is often the case with my mother, she forgot to hold up her end of the bargain. Once she got her ticket to the crown, she had to make her payment by promising her soul to be a servant to Lucifer himself for the next three centuries. My mother found a way to weasel out of the bargain, so I was put in her place. Though, instead of being Lucifer's servant, he's decided to take me as his bride.

Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Mature Content!!!! A slow and very cute Indian Romance with a very Simple, Strong and Intelligent Female Lead who believes in "simple living high thinking" and a Workoholic, very Smart and Intelligent but "judging a book by it's cover" kind-off Male Lead with very big and lousy Indian Marwari, Haryanvi and Bagri Families.(People belonging to the region of Haryana and Rajasthan in India) How they come face-to-face and discover each other with their relationship and grow together. How our male lead start to look beyond the looks and fall in love with the a girl's simple personality and kindness. How our female lead overcome her insecurities and got the love of her life that she and YOU deserve.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?