LUKA KELP NYC's most famous male model. Ideal boyfriend. Too sweet to be true. Morally Civil. ~•~ CHASE RUEL Multibillionaire. Arrogant CEO. Alcoholic Devil. Impolite Mouth. Psychopath in Obsession. ~•~ LIYA DALTON NYC's Female Model with a Dark Past. Bold. Royal & Precious with a Corrupted Attitude. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Liya was taken by Luka, found during her vulnerable stage. Chase became very unfond of her once she strove Luka away from alcoholism with him and made his life's purpose to retaliate her. Hatred fumes in the ears of both, when forced to work together. Liya, unable to stand the disgusting smell of cigarettes and alcohol whilst Chase, unable to stand coming out of his corrupted life by her first angsty touch. This all changes once they both end up in the same bed, taking each other ruthlessly. First once, then twice and thrice and so on... whilst Luka plans a wedding proposal. Will Liya choose the right option? Is there a right option between them for her? Will the selfish billionaire ruin his brotherhood for the girl he hates? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNINGS: This story contains Violence, Suicide, Bloodshed, Murder, CNC, Kidnapping, PTSD, Sexual Assault and Rape. There are detailed sexual scenes throughout the book, read under your own discretion.

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

An age gap love story. A brokenhearted billionaire. A college girl. ***** "Nevaeh," Aiden whispers, "can I rest my head on your shoulder?" I nod, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. He closes his eyes. "Thank you." He sighs in contentment. "Heaven." "Heaven?" "It's your name spelled backward, isn't it?" ***** The moment I first saw Aiden Klein, the first thing that came up in my head was how perfect he was. A good hard working man who loves his family more than anything else, Aiden Klein has been the subject of the desire of many women. His wealth and success as one of the most influential leaders in the business world are nothing compared to his golden heart. The world keeps asking the same questions over and over again, "How would he love his woman?" The sad thing is, we will never know. Because his heart has been frozen. Eyes are blind for any woman. Touch is forbidden for their skin. Aiden Klein cannot love a woman. Yet, I know that it's far from the truth. Aiden Klein can love a woman so fiercely, his love would break you. Because I've seen it once, accidentally. He's the broken hero. And I'm the villain in this story. ***** THE KLEINS SERIES BOOK #3 © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

"Say it." He whispered, stepping closer to me. "I love you too." I finally admitted, my cheeks flushing dark in embarrassment. I couldn't believe I just said that out loud, to a man I was going to marry in few days. "I want to spend my whole life with you." I added slowly. "Forever?" Usama asked, holding my wrist gently as he towered over me. I tried to pull it away but his hold was stronger. My heart was beating so frantically inside my chest due to his proximity that I feared that I might have a heart attack. "Forever." I replied and tugged my hand free. Passing him a shy smile, I pushed him away and rushed out of his room before anyone could see. Little did I know, this forever is not going to last very long. •°•°•°• Noor Asghar Khan couldn't be more contented with her life. Her marriage was fixed to a man she had always admired, she had recently graduated from country's best arts school with a gold medal, her father had been promoted to vice president of his company and her sister secured herself a seat in a top tier medical school. All in all, she was happy with the way her fate turned out to be. But what is life without a little tragedy?

"Why can't you let me go?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration. He had cornered me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me. "I don't know." He replied, leaning his head against me so gently that for a moment, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. "I just know that staying away from you is not an option for me." "I hate you." I resisted his touch, when all I wanted was to melt in his arms. "Hate me all you want but you are mine." He replied, touching my jaw softly with his fingers that made me turn into a puddle of emotions. •°•°•°• A series of events lead Penelope Woods to Sean Miller, the tall, dark and handsome business typhoon. But is that all he is? Or there is something dark and twisted behind his white collar facade? Read my story to find out.

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

"You want to know what I think of you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I smirked in a confident manner and nodded, eager to hear his answer. He took a brief pause and his heated gaze lingered on my face. "I think you are a privileged, spoilt brat who needs to realize that the world doesn't revolve around her." He added and a frown appeared on my forehead. Nobody had dared to talk to me in such degrading manner and I wasn't going to let this guy change it. ...... Zoey Crawford and Travis Anderson apparently go to the same school but their worlds are too far apart from each other. While she belongs to the "privileged" part of the society, he and his friends belongs to the "not-so-privileged" one. In the three years of high school, she never acknowledged him so what happens in the senior year that changed it all? Let's find out.

There was once this girl who loved too much, there was once this boy who lost too much. She loved him too soon, he loved her too hard. But something broke them. She healed him in a way with no scars, he broke her apart without thinking twice. She held his arm in his darkest times, he left her alone in a world full of demons. She craved him in every way, but he threw her heart away. But he came again, holding his heart in his hands, begging her for her forgiveness... but she is too broke to be the same and he is too stubborn to leave her again. Can he heal her? Can she love him again? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• " Surya... Listen to me its all a lie.." "Shhh.. just shut up! I don't want to listen anything fro your mouth Vanya. I don't want to! Please don't show me your face again." He said gritting his teeth. "No no Surya... Please try to listen to me. How can you think I can do such thing that to.. That too to her.. Surya its a lie. I swear Surya." I begged him as tears flowed from my face. "Surya.. Surya I am pre-" "SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP! I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE." saying this he left me all alone on that day in an unknown place. My heart felt heavy and my mind went blank. My body is shaking with an unknown fear and my heart is bleeding with the damage he had done. The rain started to pour wetting my clothes and hair. I didn't expect to be hurt emotionally up to now... But on the same fateful day... Something happened some terrible thing happened to me... Which haunts me everyday and night...and imprinted my soul... This my story...I am Vanya Subramanyam. Join me in the journey of our hate to love to hate again.... ••••••••••••••••••• Join the journey of Surya and Vanya to know about their story. Cover by @jadedbrown ©All Rights Reserved

Naina was an orphan with so many dreams. But had to give up those dreams due to fate. When she was forced to marry India's youngest billionaire, she tried her best to be a good wife. But fate had other surprises for her. Ishaan was born into India's most wealthiest Raizada family. He was forced to marry an orphan by his beloved brother Shivaay. Unfortunately, there's nothing he hates more than marriages and gold diggers. [UNEDITED] This story have domestic abuse and sexual assault scenes, if you have any problem with that, just don't read it. So don't post hate comments. #2 - Indian (22 September 2021) #1 - desi (23 September 2021) #2 - marriage (24 sept 2021) 1k views - (22 September 2021) #2 - Indian marriage (22 October 2021) #2 - wife (26 October 2021) #1 - Wattpad India (07 November 2021) #11 - Romance (24 January 2022) #1 - Husband (19 May 2022) #31 - Romance (21 August 2022) //English is not my first language. Please pardon me if I make some mistakes//

(STORY ON HOLD) Forceful. Demanding. Arrogant. He is. Liam Alvaro Luciano is everything any living creatures fear, including me. My name is London Naomi Saint and this is a story about how 18-year-old me winded up with the world's most dangerous and ruthless mafia as a husband of mine.