Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

"He looked at me as if I was the only star in the dark night sky. And kissed me as if I was the air that filled his lungs. I loved him like I didn't to myself. He was my everything." [Description] In which an innocent and bullied girl is being abused by her stepmother and the returning bad boy can't help but notice her signs. His instinct pushes him to teach her, yes you didn't guess it, how to box. Not every story with a good girl and bad boy end happily ever after...but will theirs? Read to find out. *** Achievements : #1 in Revenge - 03/26/2020 #1 in Hope - 05/10/2019 #1 in Hoodie - 10/23/2020 #5 in Innocence - 04/23/2019 #6 in California - 06/27/2019 #27 in Teen Fiction - 08/17/2016 #10 in Good girl - 07/30/2018 *** Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved, Zanzan112. Cover credits to @KimZahra. Thank you babe! :*

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

What happens when The Mafia King gets a weird text one night from a girl who is hell bent on making him hers? She is a badass who wins each and every street race and street fight. She always gets what she wants. Freedom and having control over everything is her motto. She is Valentina Martinez. He is a Mafia King who kills without remorse. Having control and power over everyone is his motto. He is Luciano Moretti. -------------------- Excerpt:- {Texts between the characters} Valentina When did I give you the honor of listening to my angelic voice? My arrogant asshole🖤 Answer the damn phone. Valentina Wow. You're desperate.😂 My arrogant asshole🖤 Says the one who called herself my Queen the first time she texted me. ------------------------ You've heard of when A badboy claims the bad girl but what happens when The bad girl claims a Mafia king? A love story of course but full of sarcasm, humor and let's not forget Love! Is it possible for two cold hearts to love each other? Join Valentina and Luciano in their journey of learning to love each other. (Only a few chapters left in the story and it will be complete) (I do not own any pictures in the story) *Previously called 'When the bad girl claimed the mafia king'*

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

'Hey', I didn't need to turn to know who is it, the sensuous and velvety voice said it all. He started walking towards me till I felt his body heat behind my back. 'Look, I wanted to apolo-' he started saying, but I cut him off by turning towards him abruptly. Bad move. He was staring at me with those dark and hypnotizing eyes. How the hell am I supposed to be angry at him when he's looking at me in such a way. Damn it! No, I should not be distracted. I took a deep breath and said: 'There's no need to apologize Mr Generes.' I tried to make my tone irritating for him to know that I was definitely mad. 'Besides I'm just your mai-' I did not have the time to complete my sentence when I felt his luscious lips on mine captivating fully my mouth. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. During our first encounter when we first touched I felt some sparks but right now a thousand fireworks were coursing through my veins. I took some time to realize this and before I could stop myself I started to kiss him back. I guess he was happy from my reaction because he groaned sexily. I felt him lick my lips perhaps asking me for entrance which I denied obviously. I gasped when I felt him press me harder against him. He took that opportunity to invade his tongue roughly in my mouth. I tried my best to keep my pace with him but soon I was out of breath and moved away from him. Ethan did not want to end this here because he started dropping small pecks across my jaw moving towards my neck. I moved a little bit to give him more access. Sensing my willingness to continue, Ethan lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his muscled torso. He settled me down on the island with my legs still wrapped around him and continued his sensuous assault. He started nibbling my collar bone. I moaned at the sweet torture he was giving me and gripped his wet hair harder. Once he was done with my neck and collar bone he stared at me lustfully and huskily said 'You're not just a maid to me Désirée

Every end is a new beginning. That's what they say right? Graduating high school was my end. But was getting involved with the mafia really my new beginning?