❝You aren't ugly Shi. You're beautiful inside and out.❞ ❝I'm a living disaster that's waiting to be unleashed.❞ ❝Yeah. But you're our beautiful disaster. And we wouldn't have it any other way.❞ [Suicide Squad FanFic] {Strarted - 8/22/16 Finished - 11/06/17} (©Poison_Ivy99 2016)

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

[COMPLETE] [MATURE] ❝Revenge is a bitch, I'll make it my bitch. ❞ Mars Matthews was anything but innocent. She was sarcastic, talkative, some even say cold hearted. She had a dark past which she tried hard to forget about. Not knowing how much her life is about to change when her eyes meet the cold green ones. Vincent Black the leader of the Italian Mafia. He was everything you expected him to be. Cold hearted, daddy issues, killer. He had no luck in love or anything involving happiness. Being the possessive shit he is, he took Mars all for himself when he saw her laughing at gunpoint. What happens when Mars finds out truths about her family that was supposed to be buried. *** "I thought I did not have you anymore." I muttered, embarrassment seeping through my body and I looked down. He moved closer so his lips touched mine and he took my bottom lip between his, biting softly. "You own me, love." he murmured against my lips as his free hand rested behind my head. *** "And if the devil was to ever see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent." Warning: this book has a messy plot and the smut isn't that good bc I was a teenager writing 18+ shit, so do not expect detailed smut. Some ppl said it's good but idk. IN NEED OF EDITING. #1 in funny 10/10/2021 #4 in badass 10/10/2021 #3 in knife 10/10/2021 #3 in female 12/10//2021 #14 in sibling 16/10/2021 #1 in job 31/10/2021 #1 in sad 07/01/2022

At seven, she was nothing more than a child in white lace, her hand pressed into his as their families sealed a deal with rings and blood. He was eleven-already carved from stone, already the heir to a throne built on power, violence, and fear. Neither of them understood the weight of the promise that bound them. But years later, that promise has returned to claim them both. She is no longer a little girl. She has grown into a mafia princess-reckless, untamed, with fire in her veins and defiance in her tongue. He is no longer a boy. He is the ruthless leader of an empire, a man whose word is law and whose hands are stained with blood. They are opposites, destined to clash. She hates his control, his cold indifference, his unyielding dominance. He despises her rebellion, her refusal to bend, the chaos she brings into his ordered world. Yet hate is not the only thing that burns between them. Beneath every furious argument lies an attraction as sharp and dangerous as the knives hidden under their skin. Every glance dares the other closer, every touch threatens to ignite the very fire they're both trying to smother. But in their world, love is a weakness. Betrayal is a death sentence. And their marriage-forced, bound in blood and tradition-is less a union and more a war. Still, amidst the smoke of gunfire, whispered lies, and enemies circling like wolves, a brutal truth rises: They may destroy each other. Or they may burn the whole world down together. #1 in arrange #1 in naughty #1 in unholy #1 in mafiastory

[complete; editing, ROUGH draft] "Say something in Spanish." I snorted, "Like what?" "I don't know... I just want to hear you speak it." Our gaze stayed on each other for more than it should've. But I couldn't look away. Her hair laid out behind her on the pillow, her hands under her cheek and her head nearly under my arm. I inhaled, "Puede que me esté enamorando de alguien que nunca me amará." She parted her lips and for a second I thought she understood me, my heart skipped a beat until she spoke, "And what does that mean?" "It means, this woman beside me asks too many questions," I lied. ***** Oakley Marrero has been nothing but a rebel since witnessing her parent's murder at the age of eight. Leaving everything behind ten years later, she settled down in New York City in hopes to track down the killers that have never been found. While on her mission, she had what she thought was a one-night stand with August Creed. But when she collides with him while just mere seconds away from catching her parents killer - getting away yet again - the two find out they have more in common than just sexual attraction. ***** -Does not portray IRL Mafia's- Start date: May 22nd, 2021 End date: Nov 18th, 2021 Status: Complete Achievements: 50k reads- July 22nd, 2021 2k votes- Aug 13th, 2021 100k reads- Sept 16th, 2021 3k votes- Sept 24, 2021 4K votes- Dec 10, 2021 150k reads- Dec 10, 2021 200k reads- Dec 18, 2021

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

"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?