"You say it's not simple, but you're here. After everything... we keep coming back to this. To us." "It's how we work. Kol Mikaelson and Florence Salvatore. We fight, we argue, but we can't stay away from each other." "We tear each other apart, and yet somehow, I'd rather be at war with you than at peace with anyone else." · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Florence Salvatore never asked to be caught in the tangled web of the Mikaelson family, she finds herself drawn into a game of power, deceit, and simmering attraction. The dinner at the Mikaelson mansion should have been a peaceful negotiation, but when Kol's aggression and dark charm collide with Florence's fierce independence, the tension between them ignites into a dangerous rivalry. As Florence fights to protect her family and keep the Mikaelsons at bay, she can't ignore the undeniable pull between her and the youngest Original brother - though every interaction is filled with insults, threats and venomous words. But beneath the animosity, a deeper connection begins to form, one that neither of them can deny. With enemies all around them, Florence and Kol must navigate the dangerous path between hate and passion, where vengeance is just a step away from desire. Can they survive the storm they've unleashed, or will their rivalry burn them both? An enemies to lovers fanfic Fem!OC x Kol Mikaelson TVD and TO plotlines. Book One of The Salvatore Writings @stilestearypillow

BOOK ONE OF THE ELITE SERIES. After being expelled for the third time, this time for breaking a misogynistic teacher's bones, the secret billionaire heiress Adrianna Saint Laurent has made a deal with her father to attend St Vincent's Academy in her hometown New York City. However, not as an elite she is but rather as a scholarship student. She has a month to prove herself that she is capable of handling and controlling everything on her own. What she didn't expect was to be friends with the four richest boys of the academy, increasing the risk of her identity being found out. Can she survive a month without wrecking any chaos and hiding her identity? But one thing is sure, she hasn't gone anywhere and maintained peace. Chaos is bound to break out. re-written ✔ [ 1 in #projectbadassgirls ] [ 1 in #privateschool ] [ 1 in #projectrichkids] [ 1 in #wealthy ] [ 1 in #elites] [ 1 in #rich] [ 2 in #teenromance ]

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Alina: I've been playing the part of the picture-perfect daughter for years. My whole life has been planned for me since I was born and I was groomed to be the ideal wife. I've lived my life hungry for adventure, excitement, inspiration, and freedom. That was exactly what I got when my uncle proposed a marriage between me and Kai Mori. However, it wasn't him that intrigued me. Will: Emory Scott never came back and my best friend tried to kill me. My life was going in a downward spiral and I didn't feel myself bouncing back. New problems occurred when this Little Princess entered my world. I can't trust her but god, I fucking want her. My patience is dangerously hanging on by a thread and it's only a matter of time before I crack.

When Carina Leoz's father passes away, her life takes a drastic turn. When a man in a suit shows up to her mother's house and delivers a letter from her deceased father, she learns that her family is entangled in a decades-old debt to the mafia. As the only doctor in the family, Carina must now serve the ruthless mafia don, Cristiano Villani, to keep her loved ones safe. Drawn into a world she despises, Carina finds herself living in Cristiano's lavish Chicago mansion, her freedom stripped away. Despite her fear and anger, she can't ignore the attraction and the immediate pull she feels towards him. Caught between duty and desire, Carina must decide whether to run from the darkness or embrace it. Can Carina and Cristiano find a way to be together, or will their love be the ultimate sacrifice?

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Lonzo Mattia doesn't like strangers. When his underboss, Gabriel, invites his sister, Alexia, to stay at their house when her parents can no longer guarantee her safety, Lonzo is anything but pleased. The last thing he needs is something else to worry about, he only wants to build his empire without distractions. Alexia Dalton knows what she wants in life. After being brought up by vigilantes, Alexia wants to make a different path from the one that is set out for her. But when she moves into the mafia boss's house, nothing is simple when there are two mutual feelings between them. Hate and a lot of uncontrollable lust. Neither of them want to admit that they love the taste of it. ✧ ✧ ✧ Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Brother's boss/best friend - Forbidden Love - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC - He falls first and harder - Dark themes - Spicy scenes

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞" .. Celeste Reed just had two months left on her contract of employment and one last instalment to pay off her student loans. Two more months working as a personal assistant and she was free, it's easier said than done when you have a boss who has no plans to let you go! ••

Warning: Mature Audiences Only! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation COMPLETED #1 in Romance on 1/20/21 #1 in Mafia on 2/12/23 #1 in Fiction on 2/21/21 *** DESCRIPTION: The only thing that was mine, the only thing that was truly beautiful in this world, and he will never find me... "How much?" I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car. "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire. I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me. "Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran. *** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire. She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute. She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia. But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite. *** Completed on 4/7/18 This is book one in the "I Am Not A Prostitute" series! Book two is "Come Back To Me" REVIEWS: "I have been reading Wattpad books for 5 years, and never have i found a book with so much humor and passion. I have instantly fell in love with the characters. This book is filled to the brim with emotion, action, and SMUT!! I will definitely be purchasing my own copy when it's released on amazon!" -@trinityxo30 "A raw and beautiful piece of art that will keep you on the edge of your seat" -@o0krysralized0o "A brilliantly captivating story. Written by an author that takes her time to respond and care for her readers." -@eirinnobrien "My favorite book on Wattpad, beautifully written, makes me cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time fav book ." -@satanchick

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.