We were supposed to be just friends, you don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend. - The rewritten version of my very first book 'Glitch' I have grown as a writer and think you guys deserve the best version of it. I didn't give you guys enough backstory or plot, so this is me making up for it <3 I love you guys! Love, Lottie

SYDNEY is a figure skater who's all about that Olympic dream. She's got tunnel vision when it comes to her goals-no partying, no boys, just ice and grit. But if there's one thing she can't stand, it's the cocky hockey players who think they own the rink. Especially Luke Hughes, the campus golden boy who acts like he's too cool to care about anything that doesn't involve a puck. Luke's the type of guy who gets whatever he wants-girls, attention, a free pass to do whatever the hell he feels like. He's tall, hot as hell, and so confident it's annoying. But he's also carrying a load of pressure no one knows about, and he's damn good at hiding it. Everyone thinks he's the guy with no worries, but the truth is, he's cracking under the weight of living up to his brothers' NHL legacy. That's why Sydney hates him. They're supposed to hate each other, but the tension between them is so thick you could cut it with a skate blade. And once that tension snaps, all bets are off. It's dirty, it's raw, and it's nothing like either of them expected. They can't keep their hands off each other, but when the dust settles, they're both left wondering if this is just a fling or something that's gonna fuck up everything they've worked for.

The plan has always been simple. Finish college and open my own bakery while supporting my best friend in his journey to the NHL. After a not-so-good experience last year, I've been avoiding most of the hockey team. That is until I finally met their newest teammate whose green eyes have been stuck in my brain ever since. Did I mention he's also my best friend's roommate?

BEING PUBLISHED BY W BY WATTPAD FREE STORY. PAID BONUS CHAPTERS. Two complete opposites. One assignment. After making it through her freshman year at the University of Southern California. Avalon Miller planned to get through sophomore year and every year after that by doing the same thing. Fitting in. What more could she possibly want? Apparently, a confident and sexy football player who has every girl falling at his feet. Everyone except Avalon, anyway. Her plan for staying under the radar vanishes into oblivion when she must spend the entire semester with the football players, including the senior heartthrob and star quarterback Noah Jackson. When Avalon crashes into his life and doesn't fall to his feet like every other girl, it's a breath of fresh air. One he can't get enough of. He introduces her to the life of a football player, but never expected to take an interest in her along the way. Something no one, not even him, expected as he doesn't date. Both of them are holding back from loving again due to their past relationships but love is something he didn't even know he was looking for until she walked into his life and something, she didn't know she was missing until she falls in love with him along the way. A journalism major and a football player...what could possibly go wrong? [The Jackson Family Series Book 1]

[BOOK ONE] [Completed] [Voted #1 Best Action Story in the 2019 Fiction Awards] Liam Luciano is one of the most feared men in all the world. At the young age of 18, he inherited the family name. 10 years later, the Luciano name is well known for its roll in the Mafia; along with two other families: The Costello's and The Corinelli's. But when a 21 year old is put on all three of the families radar, Luciano steps in the way, doing something he had never done before. Protect her. Through their own series of trials and tribulations, they learn how to love and how to trust. But most importantly, they learn that blood does not define family. - © 2015 taintedkissesxo * cover by thelucianoseries on instagram *

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?