Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

( #249 ChickLit ) Sometimes, a mistake is all it takes... Shy girl Molly and bad boy Ren live in two separate worlds. She lives precariously, avoiding mistakes that haunt her past, while he flaunts the rules and lives on the edge. What happens when a bet causes their worlds to collide? Can Molly let go of her fears one by one and accept Ren, or will her past fears repeat themselves again? And will Ren live up to the bet or will he realize there's more to Molly than he thinks? Part of a series but can be read as a standalone. **Contains strong language, violence and sexual scenes** PG13 rating not mature **Not completed, still updating regularly.** Awards & Reviews Achieved: July's 'Discover the undiscovered' Awards - 1st place Golden Raspberry Award (The Most Original Story) - 1st Place Wattpad Spotlight awards -2nd place Undiscovered Gems Competition -2nd palace Golden Raspberry Award - Beauty and the beast category - 3rd place Review by Oznapitsbizzle: Rated 94% Review by omaraguirre: Rated 7.6 / 10

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14