A ONE NIGHT STAND DARK STALKER ROMANCE Reeling from the betrayal of her ex-boyfriend, Sabrina Washburn seeks solace in a nightclub, only to find herself entangled with a charming stranger, and in a drunken retaliation, sleeps with him, thinking she will never see him again. Little does she know that the man she spent the night with is none other than her powerful and irresistibly attractive boss, William Ciro. Who is conveniently ex-boyfriend's uncle. And who is now obsessed with her and will stop at nothing to make her his. ✿✿✿ The grip on my face tightens as he leans into me, and I let out a whine as his breath fanned my face. "Let's make something clear." He tilted my face sideways. "As long as you're breathing, you belong to me." "Your oxygen is mine; your lips are mine; your boobs are mine; your tight, fucking pussy is mine." "And if another man so much as touches what is mine, I promise you that it won't be his fingers that I take. It would be his head."

(Complete) After Seren is assaulted by someone in her friend group, she begins to fall deeper into the depths of her depression. No one seems to notice, except for the former bad boy and his friends. "Seriously, this is probably the best book I've read on Wattpad." -@dowries "I thought you were bluffing in the description but dang, you got me. Ima say- this truly is one of the best books on Wattpad." -@jamzeverywhere "Easily the best book I have ever read and I'm not exaggerating." - @purelyaureila "Simultaneously shattered me and put me back together, one of the best things I've ever read. Didn't think I could love two characters so deeply." -@imswriting "If I was ever to reread a book- it would be this one." -@thethotpocket "This is my favourite book! I would pay literal money just to continue to experience these characters!" - @sapphhhireee Spin Offs: Notice Me, and Trust Me *****

If you're reading this, it probably means I've died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I'm a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn't. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a fatal car crash, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Rose Forrester, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by The Shadow operation. This is my story.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, holding my cheek as she stroked her thumb. "Please." "I can't," I admitted, scrunching my brows. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologise," she said gently, her eyes moving to my lips. "You're doing so good." Theo Ferreira- full time student and part time tattoo artist. He's quiet, reserved and has no other interests besides completing his degree. Theo is focused, but his focus shifts when he meets a woman who brings out a side to him he didn't know existed. Nina Cantero- full time student and the occasional babysitter. She's curious and utterly bored with her abundantly bleak life. Nina seeks a new thrill, and sometimes that means fresh ink on her skin. What happens when her newfound craving leads her to a particular tattoo artist?

"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

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.