When the nation's most powerful man needed an unbreakable shield for his daughter, he called Kabir Raizada-a man with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. His job was simple: protect her. But Samaira Rathore was anything but simple. She was a walking storm of mischief, all bright smiles and untamed energy-a reckless temptation wrapped in silk. She tested his patience. Challenged his control. And when danger came too close, Kabir realized one terrifying truth-Samaira wasn't just his responsibility anymore. She was his. And God help anyone who tried to take her.

[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?

NOW A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY! Lovingly based on a world (and some characters) created by Cassandra Clare. Prince of the Courts takes place 25 years after the Cold Peace is signed at the end of City of Heavenly Fire and follows two new main characters through the Faerie Courts, the Mundane world, and the side of Downworld you've never seen before... Join Rayce and Sera as they cross paths with some familiar faces and test the limits of what it means to visit the sins of the father upon the son. Amazing cover and chapter art created by @shadowhunters-inspire-me on Tumblr, or @sebastard.morgenstern on Instagram -- Follow her for more amazing Shadowhunter edits! (Update - May 23/17: Please note that Prince of the Courts, Exile of the Clave, and Blood of the Hunt were written after the release of Lady Midnight, but before Lord of Shadows.)

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

Harleen Frances Quinzel, was at the top of her class in psychology, she could go anywhere, but something drove her to become an intern at Arkham Asylum. The very place where the clown prince of crime himself had been locked away. A story of the Joker and Harley Quinn, the King and Queen of Gotham city. Based on the stories of Suicide Squad & DC comics. I do not own any of these characters all of which belong to DC Comics. This book contains mature content read at your own risk (language, violence and sexual content)

Every Father scowls at him. Every Mother prays from him. Every boy hates him. And every girl stays away from him. Because he was Link Dane. That one boy who seemed even more messed up than imaginable. And then there's Orianna, who wishes she could do all of those above and forget he ever existed. But she can't. Simply because Link Dane has secrets that will end her in all ways possible. And he's back to fuck Ori up. © 2015 All rights reserved Cover by @radteens

Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction!! VERY CLICHÉ! And written by a fucking 16 year old then who did not know better. *** "He is well known." "He is bad news." "He is dangerous." "He is a criminal." "Stay away from him!" These were all the things Zoe heard about Hunter. Hunter Adams, the school's well known bad boy. Zoe had only heard about him. She also saw him a few times smoking a cigarette and she would get disgusted and just walk past him. She never knew if he noticed her though -not that she cared either. Her purpose was to finish school and get a good job so she doesn't get homeless. Zoe seems average, but she is not. She has so much going on at home. All she secretly wishes, is that someone would save her. But she keeps on hiding all the pain behind her cute smile. Zoe is attractive; there was no doubt in that, but who knows what her clothes are hiding? Her bare body, or her bare body with scars? Zoe's life completely changes when one day the well known bad boy claims her as his. Unexpected turns, unwanted feelings, and a road of disappointments are waiting for Zoe. Her whole world is about to change.

A place where you're born with the name of your soulmate tattooed in your wrist. You couldn't tell anyone the name you had on your wrist it was against the law.