She became his obsession the moment he saw her dance. Let's see where this goes as Luca Rossi takes Keri on this rollercoaster ride he calls life. Will it survive?

Storm Smith is a 21 years old college student, most girl hate her cause of her body and guys just want to have sex with her. She has her 3 best friends that's been riding with her since elementary school, you would think she had a perfect life.... but no. Storm's mom is a alcoholic that has been struggling to keep a job. Storm has to take care of her mom and herself along with trying to keep a roof over there head. She works at a supermarket after school but it's not enough to pay the bills or keep food on the table, so she became a stripper. After working hours at the supermarket, she goes and works at the strip club. Nobody know that she's a stripper and she wants to keep it that way. The ruthless hitman/CEO Shawn Ace Serrano isn't someone to mess with. He's cold-hearted and closed off but when notice storm and can't keep his eyes off her. He wants storm and isn't going to let anyone or anything get in his way of taking whats his. ⚠️⚠️ FOR NEW READERS⚠️⚠️ Book had been changed and edited so some comments won't make sense #1 in hardtimes: 11/13/2020

🚨Spin-off of My Life's Meaning 🚨 BOOK #2 Tiana & Remo's story ============ "What do you want to do?" Geovani sighs laying on the couch with his arms behind his head 'I want to kiss her' I sign glancing in the direction of my bedroom "Go do it" 'I can't she's asleep' "Doesn't matter" 'We've never done that, I've never done that before' We've kissed each other's cheek from time to time but that's it, this would be taking the next step in our relationship and I'm not ashamed to say I'm kind of scared. "Don't care go plant a kiss to her lips and don't come back until you've done it" smirking Geovani closes his eyes mumbling. "don't kiss her other set of lips, I don't want to hear the noises from that" Staring at him in shock I backed into the center table, shaking my head I went up to my room going towards where Tiana slept.

J: I was the new girl C: She was the new girl J: I got kicked out of many private schools C: I stood under the radar J: And there he was C: And there she was J: He was mysterious C: She was beautiful J: He's different C: She different J: He claimed he was 'bad news' C: She laughed in my face when I told her I was 'bad news' J: But some how, I love him C: But some how, I love her Jaylah + Christian = ;) <3 BWWM :)

A Stephen James book! (BWWM) "What the hell? No, get your ass in that house and beat Elijah's ass" she pulls me up "do you want to be with him?" "Of course but I'm not fighting him anymore" I shrug carelessly "if he wants me he needs to show me" "Beat his ass until he comes to his senses" Either this woman really wants me to be with her son or she's just plain old crazy. "I'm convinced you're on drugs, Vivian "

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Anastasia Bailey and Mateo Russo share a passion, and while he spends his nights running and catching tosses down a football field, Anastasia is on the sidelines cheering for Cambridge University sports team. The two may have caught each other's attention since they stepped foot onto campus, but it isn't until junior year approaches that the sexual tension finally gets unleashed. *black female lead and latino male lead*

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."

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.