"Hush baby" He said pressing his lips against my forehead..... Holding my shaking body against him not bothering to hide the lifeless lump lying behind him..... "Why?" I whispered still shaking.... Eyes unfocused..... "Cause u are MINE" BEST RANKINGS #1 STALKING #1 PSYCHOKILLER #1 PSYCHO-THRILLER #1 FIRST STORY #2 MURDER #27 OBSESSION Completed on 29 june 2020 P.S special thanks to my best ever bud gowtham!!

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.

Just a classic wrong number story ---- Y/n lives with her abusive father *cough* sperm donor *cough* and brother. She accidentally texts the Tony Stark and of course she has no idea because she is y/n after all. ---- Just saying that this is my first avengers and texting fic but I'll try my best. Also I don't own any of the avengers obviously, just y/n and her two friends from school. I only own y/n the rest don't belong to me obviously. ----- Also this might be triggering for some people so um it's up to you if you actually read it -- UNDER EDITING :))( if i get around to it)

Over the past years Alexandra Harper has been faced with unfairness from her parents. She's been put to the side by her own blood. That's when she returns back to school from her very own online school and is met with the same guy from years ago. Greyson Evergreen. A childhood friend she remembers vaguely. When she comes back it's almost as if he makes it his job to annoy her but the time he takes out of his day to do just that has its perks. This time, the tension in-between them is undeniable.

Book 1 of The Mismatch series. *** He was a Heartful, jolly boy who everyone admired. Now he's a ruthless Mafia don who everyone looks up to. His name is Xavier Lorenzo She's the daughter of the second most powerful mafia don, forced to take the hands of the coldest man alive to form an alliance between the both families. Her names Octavia Ibraheem What happens when rules are tarnished and the truth is revealed? ~~~ "This will only work out if you follow my two rules. Dont invade my personal space and never ask about my past, you will only hurt yourself my little jewel" DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNINGS! This story may not be suitable for everyone, it includes bullying and other sensitive subjects (violance, suicide attempts, SA, death) Please don't come at me if you dont like it, simply stop reading x

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)

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

In a world where love and hate collide, Sylvie, a talented data analyst and mechanic, carries the weight of a recently-turned-toxic relationship with Arion, her long-term boyfriend. Meanwhile, Malachi is a skilled neurosurgeon with a heart of gold with whom she shares a deep-seated hatred as of the moment they first met. When a daring challenge from her best friend, Pandora Darius, forces Sylvie and Malachi together to plan an extraordinary Christmas party, the flames of their animosity threaten to ignite a different kind of fire. As they navigate the forced proximity, Sylvie discovers a new sense of comfort and understanding in Malachi's presence, while he uncovers the layers of vulnerability hidden beneath her tough exterior. Caught in a web of tangled emotions and conflicting loyalties, Sylvie and Malachi's journey takes an unexpected turn when an unforeseen tragedy strikes, shattering their fragile connection. Now, they must summon the strength to face their deepest fears, confront the demons of their past, and navigate a treacherous path strewn with heartbreak and loss. As they strive to create the perfect Christmas party, their simmering attraction threatens to unravel everything they've worked for. ------------ updates every Thursday!

'Tell me to stop and I will love' his head buried deep inside the crook of my neck. With every kiss and hot breath on my skin,I realised more and more that the man savouring my body was the man I was supposed to hate and loath with every part of me. His lips fit perfectly with mine and his hands rested perfectly on my waist. I couldn't tell him to stop, I didn't want to,no matter how hard I tried to bring myself to say those words. 'Do you know how long I've waited for this Vivian?' His hands were now on my hips and I jerk up,needing some sort of pleasure. He grinned. "Such a needy girl." My legs were weak and trembling from excitement and fear all while soft whimpers leave my mouth. "Words angel." 'Fuck mateo don't stop,please' --enemies to lovers book

"If love was a sin, we both are found guilty" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Amara, a kind soul that got in with the wrong crowd. She knows the feeling of pain, and loneliness. But affection she has no experience in. Fighting her own demons, to forget. But the memories stays with the scars. No one noticed her and she knew her life's line, until him. Until Damon Hale. With a body as a Greek god and aura as the devil. Damon Hale, the mysterious bad boy who just moved in town. Unwanted attention to him. But his eyes are only set on her, the girl with glasses on and a notebook in hand. He can't keep her out of his mind, and it's driving him crazy. What will happen between the two, will she be saved and him fixed? Or will destruction reach them one last time?