Rosaline Sinclair is on the run. After barely escaping with her life, Rosaline flees Los Angeles to the streets of New York City. Desperate for a job, she struggles to stay hidden from an unknown enemy. Damon Cohen is to be feared. He works as the right-hand man to one of the most powerful men in New York City. One of the top ranks has been murdered and an organization will stop at nothing to learn the truth. What happens when he rescues a beautiful stranger at a club? What will happen when Rosaline's dark secret and history comes to light? Follow Rosaline and Damon as they uncover the truth with some action and humor along the way.

*WATTPAD FEATURED* *UNEDITED* "You can't erase the pain, nor can I. You can't erase the reasons behind my fake smiles, you can't change the past, nor can I. We can't turn each other's faith, we can't vanish each other's mistakes, but I promise, I promise you that through all your regrets, pain and heartbreaks, I will be there for you, I will be there for you to love you, to support you, to be your pillar. I will always be there with you, in the same road. Yah, I can't promise to make the pain go away but, but I promise that you will not face it alone, you're never going to face it alone. We are going to do that together, for each other." - The Golden Girl **************************************** ©iiqueenbee_ | 2018 Featured by : @talentscouts Completed.

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

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"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Others carved her past, she was now deciding her future. But was she living? The memories that haunted her determine each decision she made until he came along. Everything changed. ★★★★★ A wealthy businessman with handsome looks but without a care in the world. Until he met her. He needed her, almost obsessively so. He realized that nothing before her mattered, even if she didn't realize it. ❤Cover Credit to the amazing @AutumnWinters CERTAIN CHAPTERS ARE MARKED PRIVATE DUE TO WATTPAD'S GUIDELINES. PLEASE FOLLOW BEFORE ADDING BOOK TO YOUR READING LIST IN ORDER TO READ THEM.

[HIGHEST RANK #1 in WEREWOLF 14/10/2016] A girl who had been on the run for eight years had no intention to stop now and having a mate was not something she looked forward to. But fate has a twisted sense of mind and usually delivers us things we dread the most, even if it does happen to be a six foot something handsome and rumoured heartless Alpha male whose grey eyes were something from the fairy tales. ... She tries to run away, but how far can you run when your soulmate is the other way? ... Featured on wattpads 'what's hot list' first on: (12/05/2016) Cover by: sublime- Category: Werewolf, cause there isn't one called cliché ;)

Persephone Blythe. Every man's wildest dream and every woman's deepest fear. She was a seventeen year old scream queen, raised in champagne lavished limousines all her life, and receiving anything and everything handed to her on a silver platter. Now seph has her eye on another one of her mother's new play toys, and she plans on having him.

#1 Italy Rosalie Teodora Boncotti is the Italian heir of the former mafia leader Andres Boncotti. Andres Boncotti died a month ago passing down his leadership to Emillio Beau Delgatto. Andres Boncotti died saving the Pistole e rose mafia house ( guns and roses.) Rosalia Teodora Boncotti is a 19 year old girl in Italy. She's a literature major and works at a grocery store while looking for a job at a publishing company. Rosalia's dreams are brushed to the side when she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, ending up apart of her deceased fathers former gang. Of course it's against her will. She heavily despises gangs after they let her dad die. It's the one thing she hates most in the world She's like a firecracker. Light the wrong fuse and she explodes, but there's a better outcome after the loud explosion. Emillio Beau Delgatto is a 19 year old mafia leader. Passed on by the deceased family friend Andres Boncotti. Emillio is a cold rutheless self centered man. He doesn't belive in love, or lust. That's until a fiery firecracker comes booming into his life. Her attempts to make him hers again. Everything is all but easy, considering he's a stubborn devil.

"Turn around, Adelaine." Heart hammering in my chest, I didn't budge. "I said turn around, Adelaine." His voice, a grave, resonant command had me obeying completely this time without a second thought. My mind screamed to bolt out, to ubpush him away or slap him. But none of the three was going to happen, because I couldn't flee, and neither could I fight him. Closing the curtains behind him, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor. His hands came down to my shoulders, and very carefully, he started to lower down my crossed arms down to my sides. Slowly, he leaned in, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "This has to stop," Mikhail whispered. "I refuse to suffer another morning wood, Adelaine, not anymore. These...endless fantasies of you have to stop." He caressed my shoulders and his breath fanned warm on my neck.       "Get dressed. I'm taking you to my house tonight." (adult content: sex, mafia, substance-abuse related chaps® mature readers only)