"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬." A cold and calculating man oversees the deadly competition as its secret mastermind: every move, every tactic, every technique. He watches and watches from the shadows, orchestrating death without a shred of remorse. Until she catches his attention. Fiery. Determined. Not willing to take anyone's bullshit. Drawn to her in ways he can't explain, he starts bending the rules he created, risking everything to keep her alive. As the lines between obsession, power and love blur, he's left to grapple with a question he didn't imagine he'd have to ask himself ever again: can a man who thrives on destruction find salvation in her survival?

Trevor is a young successful bachelor who runs a successful business. He's always had An iron fist and sharp tongue that could slice through anyone's feelings. Even though he can attract and have any woman he wants,then sends them packing the morning after. Love was never in his plans. Until one day when he finds a Barbie doll sitting in front of his door his life starts to change in more ways than he thinks or could even imagine. Find out what happens to Trevor as tables decide to turn and a fantasy becomes real!

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

3 PARTS Only- Due to the woes from a previously failed relationship with Toji Fugushiro after finding out he is married to another woman who gives birth to his son, Megumi, Y/N attempts to relax at the bar but is prevented from doing so when her eyes cross paths with Toji once again. Just look at the cover of the book and you will know what you are signing up for PLAGIARISM WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. ANY VERSION OF THIS I SEE PLAGIARIZED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION/CONSENT WILL BE REPORTED AND ASKED TO BE DELETED. FAILURE TO COMPLY AND MEASURES WILL ESCALATE. YOU WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR PLAGIARIZED MATERIAL.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴" 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?" 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴." 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳 (𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 5 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦? ****** love you all for reading, commenting & voting but sadly, this book will not be continuing. I've had writers block for ages & honestly I think I've just given up with writing in general. idk though. so fingers crossed my love for it comes back. but i highly doubt that, and even if it does, it won't be for this book. I'd probably start another

EDITING IN PROCESS ✍🏽. . . Sonya Marie is a Twenty-one year old woman who works as a bartender at 'The Drunken Paradise.' She wasn't the one to get involved with the people that drank, she served until she knew they reached their limit and call a cab or friend so they could get home. It was almost a daily routine until she see's him sulking and looking pain stricken, that was the day she reached out-that was also the day her life would change. #20 in Interracial | 10/27/19 #2 in Couple | 01/31/20 #9 in Melanin | 01/21/21 #5 in Melanin | 01/30/21 #18 in normanikordei | 04/07/22 #4 in normani | 05/15/22

Ahmed Badru, the nerd and loner his university. Only a last option in the dating world when it came to the poll. However not all is a lose, the gene of an egyptian God is hidden underneath the poor attire of a dork. Voluminous Brown silky curls that fall to his shoulder, plump pink lips and green brown eyes. A height that makes women crane their heads up to look at him, with a gold olive complexion, Many agree he could be top the charts as the most handsome man had he broke out of his shell. And not so socially awkward. But to to Ahmed, he could not care for those, not when his teacher Layla Osmun said he otherwise, her word was all he cared for. But this teacher has a secret, and Ahmed soon finds that all is not up to be.

Could your deep fear of water be cured by the power of love and unearthly sinful sex? Monica Eulice's fear is common, half the world fears the deep dark depths of the ocean. Not so much the ocean itself but rather what lurks within. Invincible to the eye but it watches you. As a child she has always been drawn to nature, that soon took a turn. without warning that same day, an angry storm suddenly approached, untamed and strong the ocean follows seconds later burying the once known horizon under ten feet of murky waters. Months after the disaster the water suddenly trails back to sea bringing along hundredths of corpses. Few left on the beaches with stomachs ripped out and chewed, some without a torso most without arms. What could have happened? One day strolling around with her nanny, Monica sensed something amiss. A dreadful feeling creeping up onto her from behind, eyes following her tiny form, yet there seems to be no one around. Mindful of the creeping danger she lunged too high up on a rock slipping when the heel of her feet couldn't latch on. Seconds away from crashing her skull onto rocks when she felt her body being levitated. Peeling her eyes open, the water somehow caught her in the air, water can't do that. At least not on its own, all she was able to see was the whip of a tail. Little did she know that tail would lead to something she wasn't prepared for, a friendship she never asked for, and a delicious man she didn't expect with craving she isn't ready for. Though she is a vegetarian, she just couldn't resist his meat.

"Kalani are you okay? Did you get rid of them?" He asks worriedly. I look at the mirror and it's pitch black. They're not following me anymore. I held back my tears and I nodded my head as if he can see me. "Y-yes I-i did" I mumble sniffling. "Thats good amore. I need you to drive to this address okay? I'll be there before u even get there. Can you do that for me baby?" I let out a quiet sob and look at my phone that dinged with the address. "ye-yes I can" I put the address into maps and I zoom down the street. "Good girl. You're going to be okay. Keep the gun in your lap and look behind the car at all times." "okay" I whisper. this is going to be the longest hour drive of my life. And I'm going to fucking kill Silas. BOOK 1 OF WANTED SERIES * ___________________________________________