Rome Conti married her husband, Julian Conti, thinking she was marrying the love of her life. Until she got a taste of the real him. In order to protect her father and brother she deals with the constant infidelity and disrespect of her husband. Magnus Levin sees Rome and decides he needs her. No questions asked. And he'll do anything to have her.

Dakota Moore's been through it all, her mom left when she was fourteen and her dads been abusing her since she was fifteen. She meets Treyton at one of her shifts at work and he takes an interest, however she continuously brushes him off because she feels as if she doesn't deserve a chance at love. After allowing him in she realises that he is slowly starting to heal her

********************* A DEFLOWERED mini series!!!! "Keep talking shit, bella," he hisses as he pounds harder, "I'll fuck that attitude out of you!" Five months after everything that happened in Deflowered, Flora Morris is trying to rebuild the pieces of herself she thought were gone forever. With the help of her cousin Dahlia and all the sweet souls of the Giovanni estate in Sicily, she is learning how to live again, she laughs more, she fights back more. But Marco sees the truth. He sees the moments her smile slips, the nightmares she refuses to talk about. He sees the way she pretends healing does not hurt. Marco has always been controlled, loyal, with a hint of playfulness. But with Flora, control becomes impossible. She gets under his skin, pushes every limit, and turns his silence into obsession. To everyone else, their relationship is nothing more than stolen glances, sarcastic comments, and harmless tension. But behind closed doors, Flora and Marco are anything but harmless They must test whether two damaged people can find peace together... ********************** ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 ************* HIGHEST RANKINGS: #759 drama #78 danger #12 newwriter #82 interracial #39 intense # 580 dark #134 toxic #52 italian #24 wmbw #2 bratty

A dancer at the hottest strip club in the city catches the attention of a Yakuza boss.

Kaito Takashi is an assassin who does business with the Yakuza. However, while doing some dirty work in America, he is caught and arrested. While serving his time in Queenstown Penitentiary and waiting for an execution order, Haruka, a Japanese detective meets with Kaito and offers him a job. Katashi, Kaito's younger brother is missing. In return for helping Haruka solve his missing brother's case, he's offered the chance of having a reduced prison sentence. Kaito takes the job, but with it comes with many cons. He has to change his name to Leo Takemi, and he's not allowed to kill anyone, or involve himself with any innocent bystanders. Kaito thinks this is an easy task, but what happens when his ego is tampered with by a persistent journalist who's after him? 7/28/22 #1 Assassin

"Hold me, comfort me and whatever you do, please don't abandon me." ~Beatrice After a year of living with her abusive fiancé, Beatrice has had enough. Because of her fiancé's influence and wealth, it's impossible for Beatrice to get away from him... so she chose the only option she had left. Death. However, as soon as she's about to take that leap of fate, something grabs her... or more like someone. Can Beatrice escape her fiancé with this new handsome and rich ally? Will she gain the freedom she's always wanted or will she risk it all by unlocking secrets that could harm both her and her handsome savior.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

"You hit my car and left 30 dollars?" "I know and I'm truly sorry." "What the hell am I supposed to do with 30 dollars?" "Sorry, it was all I had on me! I don't carry cash, alright. What did you expect me to do, leave my debit card?" "I expected to not walk out and find my car dented." ** This is a DIALOGUE book **

***UNDERGOING RECONSTRUCTION*** WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!! Empress Black shell was hard and well built while her heart was quite the opposite. She never celebrated her birthdays since her mother's death. Intentionally on that day, she overworks herself but what happens when a certain lawyer pops up at her work on her twenty-first birthday. Saying that her father had died and left all his estates and all his fortune to her. And what also would happen when she moves into one of her father's estates and she meets a neighbor who calls himself, King. What will Empress do when she's finally noticed by someone? Will she run and hide? Or will she allow for her walls to be broken down? Sneak Peek...... Seeing how bright it was it hadn't taken her long to notice that it was a full moon out tonight. Tempted to go on her balcony...That she did, curious to see the moon and possibly to peak at King's house. She hesitantly made her way over to the balcony. It was quiet now, with no sound of music and no sign of persons in his yard. Seems as though he had ended his party. Looking up at the moon with her dark brown eyes she couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on her. Empress turned herself to where King's house was before spotting a man figure on the balcony. Narrowing her eyes to focus her vision she gulped as her dark brown eyes took in the glory. There he was Jong-Woo butt-ass naked standing on his balcony drinking a glass of scotch. "Holy shi-" She mouthed as her eyes met with Jong-Woo's lower half. Is that a fucking third leg?! Jong-Woo smiled raising his glass towards Empress as his eyes stared at her chest in desire. To involved in King's nudeness, Empress hadn't noticed that her robe had gotten loose. Leaving her plump breasts out on display. And damn, were her nipples hard.

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.