She thought he was the man of her dreams But he quickly turned out to be a nightmare. Mylene Henderson, the daughter of two general store owners, has had a crush on Sunset Cove golden boy, Chase Richards ever since she knew what a crush was. But there were three problems that came with that; She was black, he was white, they lived in 1968 North Carolina and her mother expressly forbade her from going after him. But when an accident brings them together, it was just the spark they needed to start the flames of their passionate and toxic relationship. 18+, DARK ROMANCE, CONTENT WARNING INSIDE, MINORS DNI

Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

Annalise sees the world as though she is looking at it from afar. As if it's just a meaningless painting in a museum that she is observing. Admiring the beautiful strokes and the imperfections that somehow manage to make it even more intriguing. The last thing she would ever expect is someone reaching out from the painting and pulling her inside. The colors feeling as though she can practically taste them on her tongue. Suddenly being indulged by something she once saw as so two dimensional. Something that she once thought had no soul, no form of beauty beneath the surface. Only being able to see a pretty frame and gorgeous yet seemingly meaningless brush strokes. A life hidden in plain sight. Highest ranks: #1 in library #7 in fictional characters #1 in cute #6 in high school #1 in slowburn #4 in teen romance

Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." - In which a 20-year-old bubbly lady encounters the rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head. [COMPLETE NOVEL ON SONA BOOKS]

Heliophilia (n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight To be loved is to be known. Arabella Dawson Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when people are looking. Flint Camero Has never needed anybody but himself. From a dead mother to an unpredictable father, he's doesn't know how to let people in. That all changes when he meets a burning ray of sunshine. Shitty at descriptions. But try please 🙏 Book 1 in the sun series

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

Gangs. That was the one thing that had ruined Evelyn Summers life since the start. With her brother being the leader of “The London's Eyes,”growing up in a world of cruelty was something Evelyn Summers had to become accustomed to. But thing's about to get a whole lot worse. Gangs are starting to form all over London- with the intention of destroying London's Eyes. What will happen when the leader of the most powerful gang offers protection in exchange for Evie? Will Evie be able to survive Sebastian King? She just might have to- because as we all know, Sebastian isn't planning on letting her go any time soon. +++++ Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other. "You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones. "Well that's just too bad, now is it?" +++++