Romani Noor is an aspiring chemist- well, possible ex-chemist, after she can no longer afford the rise in her university tuition fees. Her best friend and sister, Juno, is living across the country with her wife, sending Romani occasional cheques to help her complete her education. However, even with her sisters help she is falling behind on payments. Taking something into her own hands for once in her life, Romani looks for a job. As fate would it have it, Valentine Carter, River Fabiano and Slater Hayashi are looking to take on an employee in their bakery, whilst they practice their... extra-curricular activities... Sweet Romani thinks she's walking into a simple job of cakes and cookies, but she fails to predict the web of obsession, lust and love she's getting herself tangled in.

[RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ HV&HM FIRST] "You think he'll let you?" "You think he can stop me?" ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ Margeux can't decide whether she's a sociopath, or a psychopath. Continuous events tend to sway her either way. Out of all the people she could kill on her eighteenth birthday, she ends up killing a task force's most wanted man. When they offer her a position with them - she has one question. How many more people does she get to kill? ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "What are you doing?" I ask instantly, annoyed when she pulls it out of my reach. "Killin' the cat." "What?" "Never heard that?" She tilts her head, "Curiosity killed the cat?" I groan, "No - I - give it back." "Hmm." She hums before tapping her chin. "What do I get in return?"

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Leonardo Giovanni became a father at the age of twenty. The new mafia Don was a closed off cold man that left people shaking in fear. He loved his daughter Maggie so much. He changed his ways for her. Leo wanted the best for his little girl. But one morning all of that changed. When he went to wake her up his bright bubbly baby was not in her crib. Her window was wide open and all of her baby stuff, including her little elephant stuffy was gone. Fourteen years later little baby Maggie is running from the cops for the third time that month. The cops are sick of her and even more sick of trying to locate this girls mother. Finding no luck they dig through the system hoping that someone can claim this mischievous teenager. One day at work Leo gets an unexpected call from a police station on the other side of the country. When he finds out it's his daughter he jumps right on to the opportunity of seeing her. Maggie has a lot of secrets and a bounty on her back. How can the friendly, bubbly, talkative girl escape her demons? How can Leo a cold mafia Don raise an energetic fifteen year old? How will Leo get Maggie's trust? Will their fiery attitudes clash? What happens when Leo finds out about his daughters past? TW - Abuse, Drugs, SA, Alcohol, Fighting Not edited. Started: 01/15/2022 Finished: 05/03/2022

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

"Ruin the world?" "I mean yeah, we could do that." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - the daughter of New York's most dangerous mafia boss. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Delinquent, huh?" He raises his brows, completely ignoring my threat covered in design of a warning. "Would you rather criminal?" I return. "I'd rather you not jump to conclusions based on my appearance." He deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs slightly, looks to the side to reveal a sharp jawline before looking back at me, "I'm not here to take her," He changes the subject, "I just need to make sure she's alive and well." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻

"Kiss me," I whispered, the need dripping off of my soft voice a tangible weight in the air. Renata leaned closer, sending a jolt through my flushed body. But just before our lips could meet, she paused, her gaze holding mine captive, "You first," a challenge laced in her lowered voice. I drew in a deep breath when her hand pressed firmly against my back, curving my body closer to hers. "Me?" I echoed in surprised. A knowing smirk played on her lips, "If you want me to kiss you," she began, her voice a drawn-out whisper-tightening her grip around me and easily molding me to her body, "Then do it yourself." ♛ In a world of royal alliances and high-tech mergers, soon-to-be Queen Azura finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of sex scandals and murder when she forms an alliance with the headstrong Renata Rivera, the CEO of a powerful cyber security firm. As accusations fly and dark secrets emerge, Azura must navigate the endless waters of betrayal and deceit, unaware of what truths could lurk in the shadows. And with tensions rising and alliances shifting, Azura must quickly decide who to trust. But she quickly learns to never trust anyone, especially in a world built purely to destroy anyone who dares to enter it.

[READ Have Vengeance FIRST] "Long time no see." "Fuck you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ After three years, Alyona finds herself back in New York after fleeing from the memories it left behind. With the killer of her best friend still not brought to justice, Alyona will do anything to bring him vengeance. That is unless she learns to show mercy. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Do it." I gesture. The phone rings. Someone picks up. "Hello? Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" A voice like static peeks through. Liza doesn't say anything. "Go on," I whisper, "Do it." She scoffs quietly and declines the call. That's what I thought. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.