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Alissa Iris De León the daughter of both the Spanish and Italian Mafia. A week after she was born she was sent away from her 2 brothers to live with her father. Alexandro De León, Alissa's father and the leader of the 1st powerful mafia which is the 'Italian Mafia'. He is the most feared man in the world and is known to never show emotions. They call him the 'THE DEVIL'. You utter a word to him or even make a little mistake he won't hesitate to kill you. After 12 years of living with him she became a copy of him no she became even worse than him. On her 13th birthday she was sent back to live with her mother and brothers. 2yrs of living with them her mother was presumed to be 'dead' and they were sent to live with their uncles who were surprise surprise the leaders of the American Mafia.

Skye Mahogany Grace is a seventeen year old who lives with her brother and his best friend after she ran away from her abusive parents. She has been through a lot through the seventeen years she's been on this earth. What will happen when she catches feelings for the bad boy of the town? also known as her Brother's best friend.(also a senior, skipped a year) _______________________________________________ Blake Jackson Grace is Skye's older brother he's eighteen and a senior. _______________________________________________ Ace West is not your everyday bad boy. Most bad boys fuck other girls and do drugs but not Ace. He's just one of the biggest jerks in town. Ace doesn't do drugs or screw around with girls he may flirt a lot but he's had his eyes set on a particular girl for awhile now. Will he do something about it? Who knows? Eighteen, senior.

Izebel Katz has lived her entire life trapped with her psychotic foster parents. Until one day they are found dead. Suddenly she's being shipped across the country to meet the five brothers she never knew she had. Who happen to be the leaders of the most ruthless mafia in the world. She thought her dark past was behind her, but as she settles into her new life she quickly realizes she's mistaken. *EXCERPT* "Where are you going?" I turn around and sure enough there is Ryland LaRue. Standing there with his dark green eyes and perfectly slicked back brown hair. All of it disgusts me. "You followed me." I smile. "You...look familiar." "And you're drunk." He smiles. "Let me take you back inside." "I'm not drunk." I pout. "Promise." He rolls his eyes, yet he's still smiling. Then he walks towards me and gently grabs hold of my arm, pulling me back to the door. And I let him, only until we're close enough to the wall. Then, I twist his arm back and hit him in his gut with my knee, driving him back to the wall where he hits his head against the brick. "Like I said...I'm not drunk." I smirk. I put my right arm underneath his throat, holding him in place and use my free hand to grab my knife which I taped to my leg. "You little liar." He smirks looking down at me. "Shut up." I snap, bringing the knife to his throat. "I want you to tell me everything." He chuckles and then leans his head back against the wall. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, princess."

They've been together since thirteen. Married at eighteen. Now twenty-two, wildly in love, disgustingly rich, and completely obsessed. Chloe and Carter don't argue. They don't go to work. They don't care about rules or reality. They just fuck like it's a sport-and roleplay like it's an addiction. Every night, a new fantasy. Every scene, a new obsession. Strangers. Secrets. Power games. Sometimes sweet. Sometimes rough. Always filthy. She lives to tease. He lives to destroy. And together, they'll blur every line between love, lust, and full-blown madness. This isn't just sex. It's performance. Obsession. Pleasure. And they're not stopping until they've ruined each other. From Chapter 2: "Bend over," he growls. "Make me." He yanks me down into his lap instead. His hand flies up my dress, finding my bare, dripping heat. "No panties?" His voice is low, shocked, filthy. I moan into his ear. "Good girls don't wear panties on fantasy night." "Dirty fucking girl," he growls, grinding me down against his lap. "You're soaking. For me?" "For a stranger," I whisper. "A big, dangerous one. The kind that uses my throat without asking." He bites my shoulder. "You're not walking out of this theater dry, baby. Or quiet." He drags me off his lap and sits back in the theater seat. "On your knees." My heart pounds as I slide between his legs, hidden in the dark, the sounds of the movie giving us just enough cover. He unzips. Holy. Fuck. I know this cock. I've had it in every hole. But something about doing this here, pretending I don't know the man attached to it? Makes me insane. He's already thick and pulsing, veins popping, tip glistening. I lick my lips. "You better be loud when you gag, Lola," he grunts. "I want every row to know someone's getting their throat fucked tonight." I spit on his cock, loud and messy, stroking him slow. "God, look at you. You love this, don't you? Being my filthy little stranger. Getting your face fucked in public like a whore."

Mia Hastings was never one to follow the rules. Her brother knew it, her best friend knew it. Everyone knew it. She lives for the moment, doing whatever she feels and thinking of the consequences later. Her main goal in life is to live it. Mia’s brother’s best friend Drake O’Connell was never big on rules. The judge who sentences him to 2 years in prison knew it. He is known for being the badboy, partying and womanising. His charm, good looks and obnoxious behaviour made his life pretty easy and his main goal in it was to have fun. He had lost 2 years of his life locked up, so he was determined to make up for lost time. So when these two people are thrown together, both without a care in the world, issues of their own and more secrets than an episode of Pretty Little Liars, you can expect a story full of laughs, tears, arguments and felonies. They might be breaking the law, but both Mia and Drake are about to find out that when it feels wrong, it is ALWAYS more fun. ©makeandoffer

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY #5 CEO

"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]