ni-ki tried to say something, literally anything, but it was like the words got stuck in his throat, making the lump bigger. he couldn't form a single word no matter how hard he tried.

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

❝𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆 ❞ Ace Ares Knight had always believed that life was a game, and he was the master at playing it. Rules were bent to his will, and opponents were nothing more than obstacles to be crushed. But Izel King was different. She isn't just another rival. She was the one person who didn't just bend the rules-she rewrites the rules to fit her will. Now, these fierce enemies are forced into a contract marriage for their own benefit, turning their rivalry into a battle where the stakes are higher than ever. It's a battle of wills where both stand to lose-and maybe - win everything. But what they never expected was how the marriage they were forced into for their own benefit would turn their rivalry into something far more intense. The attraction between them is electric, impossible to ignore. As much as they hate each other, they can't deny the raw, undeniable chemistry that pulls them together. With every clash, their desire deepens, becoming a passionate, dangerous dance where control and surrender blur. Both Ace and Izel are fiercely possessive, their obsession with each other growing with every encounter. The line between love and hate becomes dangerously thin, and their need for each other burns hotter than ever, consuming them both in a fiery, irresistible obsession. #3rd book in #knight generation series

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston