" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞" 𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍 Seventeen-year-old Laura Howard is determined to finish her senior year of high school and pursue her dream job, keeping herself out of the drama that often swirls around her peers. However, her world shifts when she encounters Katya Kayvonskey, the epitome of popularity and privilege-wealthy, beautiful, and poised to take over her family's business after graduation. Katya's life appears perfect, but beneath her cold exterior lies a struggle with the pressures of her father's expectations and her own desire for freedom. Despite her glamorous reputation, she grapples with a series of impulsive decisions and fleeting relationships that leave her feeling unfulfilled. When Katya sets her sights on Laura, their contrasting worlds collide. Drawn to Laura's authenticity and determination, Katya begins to question her own choices. Meanwhile, Laura is torn between her aspirations and the magnetic pull of Katya's charisma. Will Laura be able to embrace the whirlwind that is Katya, or will she pull away from the complications of their attraction?

Hate and jealousy are the only things that tie Blake and Hayley together. That and their impressive ability in one sport. Football. They're each others worst enemies yet they are required to be on the same side. Blake's a typical, popular, rich bitch kind of girl, who thrives in power. Whereas Hayley is the new girl, not shy, but prefers to keep her life to herself. The thing is there's a thin line between love and hate. Especially when jealousy plays a factor... Even if they're both in denial of their own sexuality.

Delilah is lonely, although a beam of sunshine to those close to her. Jamie is anything but that. [2+ POVS] [TW: lgbtphobia, diagnosed anxiety and mentioning of self harm]

He sits her on his lap, rests his hand on her full hip, and looks down at her, "Why are you mad at me?" When she starts talking, he isn't listening to a thing she's saying. He doesn't mean to be rude but, he's just looking at her, admiring her. Admiring her big brown eyes that were filled with irritation. Admiring her dark brown curls in a messy bun, that shook when she moved her head as she spoke, emphasizing her frustration. Admiring her little hands that are currently balled up into fists. "God, you're so fucking pretty."

𝑨 𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 they drive each other crazy but will always be down for each other. 𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑭𝑬𝑴 𝑷𝑶𝑪 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 [𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅: 6/2/21] [𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅: 3/3/22]

The gorgeous and sweet, Asha Reynolds, just wants a happy and fun life with no drama, heartache, or pain. Which is hard to avoid when that's all life seems to give her. Soon, her troubles become too real when she's wanted by the highly feared and powerful Stone Murello... who has some secrets of his own.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.