{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.

Camila needed help with her homework but her tutor and friend, Lauren, finds out something she didn't want her to know. This book is mature for: ageplay, profanity, sexual content

[UNEDITED] [COMPLETE] [SAMPLE ONLY] Our fathers planned to marry us the moment I was born to unite the Italian and Russian mafia empire. There was no escaping from this life. I was the Bratva princess. Whilst I was less keen on the idea, Viktor Volkov was happy to oblige. My brothers best friend, my protector, and my possessive, controlling soon to be husband. 'His Bratva Princess' is an arranged marriage, mafia romance novel. It contains explicit scenes of assault, sexual scenes and mentions triggering events such as abuse and assault. If you're interested in protective, possessive and controlling men as well as a strong female lead this story is for you. Sample only. **His Bratva Princess is available on kindle unlimited, or it can be purchased via Amazon**

Sky Jenkins has the biggest crush on a guy from her school. She takes a leap of faith and asks popular girl, Vanessa Adams, to teach her a few seduction tricks. Surprisingly, she agrees and they start hanging out everyday after school. Teaching her how to kiss and flirt. What happens when there's a school trip to Italy and a kissing booth fundraiser? Will Sky realize it's not the boy that she should be after?

The Mob Princess was what I called her; it basically summed her up. She was the mob's daughter, (but some would say she was even crueler than her father) and she had the beauty of a princess. With one look she'd have everybody falling at her feet: she used that to her advantage. With one touch she'd have them wrapped around her finger. And with one evil smile, they'd be dead before her. Her infamous line would always start the same: 'let's play a game...' Usually, by the end of her game her victim would have been tortured to death... I guess I was lucky, or maybe she'd just wanted to of tortured me longer. Because at the end of this game she didn't say "take their body away", instead, she smiled towards me and said, "your staying with me." That line gave me both pain and pleasure, follow me on my journey with The Mob Princess and I'll show you why.

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, thrown together by 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 or some 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 sense of irony, in a private all-girls school where rules and control were 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 to keep everything in line. But she was the chaos I couldn't escape. Confident with a smirk that made me want to smash it off her face, 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. Every move she made, every brush of her body against mine, 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. I wasn't interested, not really. But the way she filled the space around me, so effortlessly, so 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, it made it impossible to pretend I didn't want her. [18+] - Best rankings!: 🥇in Sapphic 🥇in Frustration 🥇in LesbianRomance 🥇in fxf 🥇in HiddenFeelings 🥇in MommyIssues 🥇in Gradeschool 🥇in StudentxStudent 🥇in Private-School 🥈in AcademicRivalry 🥉in EnemiesWithBenefits

(TeacherxStudent)"I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't find you attractive." "But you said you only were with him because he begged you and if he can't woo you then I-" I couldn't hear this anymore. I looked at her and flat out said, "I'm going to fuck you too." She turned bright red, "I will sleep with you. My body has already chosen you Tyler, it's my mind that it's waiting on. You don't have to worry about not being good enough when I chose you." She was quietly blushing in the corner. And she stayed over there until it was time for class. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Danielle Love, 28, single and planning to be for the rest of her life. After many failed relationships Danielle has found herself at a stand still, thinking of Love as something unattainable. With a crazy ex watching her every move and her future becoming more lonely, she is in for a ride upon meeting her new student Tyler Allen, 23, broken and abandoned. Tyler has dreamt of falling in love her entire life but due to her lack of social skills, she has already given up. With the recent tragic passing of her parents, Tyler must move to the States and finish college while living with her aunt. Her life is completely flipped when she meets her new, young, hot, English professor.