just watch how you're talkin when i'm in the picture

Rayne smirked, exhaling smoke. "Not like this, huh? What's that mean, mama?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow to throw at her. "Stop calling me that." "You don't want me to?" she asked, leaning forward, grin sharp. I froze, lips parting. "...I didn't say that." Her laugh filled the room, low and warm.

Macabre was from the hood, she definitely wasn't used to the finer things. But after being kicked out of her home in Cincinnati, Ohio by her mother, she would soon see the other side of life.

"What about in public? We can't be like this in public." "I don't give a fuck, what we do, what we got goin' on ain't nobody business." Two couples, four best friends, end up becoming one. The love, the hate, the good and the bad, they go through it all together but will it last?

Luca is a 28 year old mafia don, who is trying to better himself mentally with everything he's been through, he just wants to feel free. Kiana is a 24 year old therapist dealing with her own emotions and shit, she just wanted an escape. They meet and attempt to help each other, no romantic feelings but life makes everything harder and they can't stay away from each other. ** There is a lot of mature content in this book and I will not be putting warnings before as it will be long: this includes, sex (between more than one partner), drug abuse, sexual assault and harassment, mental illness and others. Please do not read if you feel as though you will be triggered** He stalked his way towards her. No words were uttered. Pure lust evident in their eyes. He backed her into a corner, she was looking everywhere but him, she couldn't, she shouldn't. His hand toyed with the hem of her dress. He hesitated. His mind was racing with thoughts of how he shouldn't, he couldn't. Her heartbeat picked up, her breaths quickened, her body needed him. He saw the affect he had on her. Pulling up her dress, he saw she had no panties on. Enraged he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her, making her look into his eyes. His other hand slid into her folds, she was soaking wet, just for him. She whimpered in response. She couldn't get enough. Her hips rocked back and forth along with his fingers. He added another. Yet to kiss her, he pushed the thought out of his head. Her body began to rock faster, causing moans to fall from her mouth. He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Perché non possiamo semplicemente stare lontani gli uni dagli altri belli?". (Why can't we just stay away from each other beautiful?).

"Don't look at me like that..." I scoffed, licking my lips to hide my smile as I looked up at her. She was tempting. Very tempting. And it wasn't intentional, but I could tell she was falling for it anyway. Obliviously, "Like what?" Her lips curled, showing me what I tried my best to hide. She let out a small laugh, looking away so my eyes could no longer meet hers. And then, "Like you're going to make me regret my decision." _ After a traumatic event that truly exposed her to the reality that she'd been constantly warned about, Areli meets Savannah, a kind woman who brings all the best things around. But, of course, it's always too good to be true. - BOOK ONE

"How far are we taking this?" "That's all up to you baby"

"Maybe if I keep stalking her she'll be mine..."

LAST CHANCE TO READ !! It's getting published on kindle so i will most likely remove this story from Wattpad !! -- They're the golden pair everyone swears should be together-he's the football captain, she's the cheer captain. On paper, Theodore Grayson and Olivia Thompson are the picture of campus royalty. In reality? They can't stand each other. Theo is cocky, reckless, and infuriatingly charming, the kind of guy who never hears the word no. Olivia is sharp, unshakable, and has zero patience for his smug grin or his legendary reputation. He thrives on provoking her. She swears he's the last person she'd ever fall for. But when their worlds keep colliding-on the field, at parties, through friends they have in common.. lines begin to blur. Hate turns into something hotter, sharper, and far more dangerous than either of them expected. Because the only thing worse than despising Theodore Grayson... might be wanting him.