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)

Andie has made up her mind: she's starting anew. No more Andie the bad girl; no more drugs, sex and violence. She's transferring to an overpriced boarding school, wherein she will be a Changed Girl. She will embark on a journey to become a nerd, befriend the nerds, and hopefully yield similar grades to that of the nerds. Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned. Don't worry, she'll learn this the hard way.

My gown hiked up my thighs, brushing the edge of my hips. Fuck. All I had underneath were thin panties - and he knew it. "What are you doing?" I whispered, breath catching in my throat. "Look at me." "I don't want to." My eyes locked on the front door behind him like it was my last escape route. "Daphne," he said, voice razor-sharp, low, commanding. "Look. At. Me." Reluctantly... slowly... my gaze shifted. First, the grey eye. Stormy. Intense. Then the hazel. Warm. Piercing. Then both. And I drowned. "Ask," he whispered. "I know you have questions." I licked my lips. Softly. Absentmindedly. And his eyes dropped.." They stayed there - on my lips - far too long. He didn't even try to look away. My heart hammered. "The tattoos..." I breathed, gaze flicking to the ink sprawled across his chest. "When did you get them?" "When I was eighteen," he said, voice quiet. "Some hole-in-the-wall shop in Paris." I leaned in, just slightly. "What do they mean?" His eyes darkened. "A bunch of bad words. Bad things." ...Can I touch it?" His mouth curled. Slow. Wicked. "Go for it." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily,

"What happens when you are given up as collateral to the Devil?" Allison Doreen, a diligent businesswoman with a traumatic childhood, a father who loves her to stupor and half-sisters who despise her to death. What happens when her beloved father falls into the trap of a certain golden-eyed devil - Hades Lenshaw? Owing to Hades such a huge loan, her father is left with no choice but to give her up as a collateral to this Devil. How does Allison survive in his version of hell? GENRE: Dark Romance. TROPE: Enemies To Lovers, Contracted Marriage.

[COMPLETED] "That wasn't very nice, was it princess?" He asked in a husky voice and I stuttered, trying to form words but failing. His lips leaned in and started to trail softly down my neck. I tried to hold in my moan as the light feeling of his lips in my skin continued until he pulled back abruptly. "Sorry princess. Not today." He finished before walking out of the room, leaving me in a daze. Madison Thompson isn't your typical 18-year-old. She attends Sea City High School in Florida and her temper and attitude always gets the better of her. But her strange encounter with school badboy and star quarterback, Noah Johnson, who has a bad past, puts her on edge as well as her little secret is slowly rising from the ashes. Seems like the typical storyline...right? She's falling, in more ways that one, and doesn't realise it, but will Noah help her see there's more to her life than what she makes it out to be? WARNING! - Contains strong language, triggering topics (i.e abuse, violence etc.)

Highest- #2 in Romance "Aren't you a feisty little thing?" He chuckled. I stopped breathing at the close proximity, my knees turning to jelly. I leaned back as his blue orbs bored into my own. Am I in trouble? ****** Alec Sinclair is the definition of evil. With good looks, he is the typical billionaire right from your cliché romance books. He has everything--power, wealth, status, women--just within the snap of his fingers. Stepping into the market as the young CEO of Sinclair Enterprises, he ruined the rival company Price Industries' reputation, taking away everything from the owner. Everything--including his daughter. Meet Scarlet Price. She is not your typical innocent protagonist, but she is ready to sacrifice for her family and when Alec Sinclair crosses her path, keeping an offer infront of her, she has to choose between the one person who means everything to her-- her father and her own self. How far can Scarlet Price go to save her father's drowning company?

Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy

(Completed) Carrying the bag pack, I run. I run from the man I love. The man who is the father of my unborn children. I brush past the security check, giving my ticket to the girl sitting outside the entry of the plane. She smiles at me. Fake. I smile back and pull the ticket from her outstretched hand, and rush to the entrance of the plane. That's weird. The whole plane is empty. I turn back, and there he is. Adrian Donati, my husband, the love of my life. "Please don't stop on my account." He says pinning me with his piercing greys. I look around. Escape tattooed in my brain. But I find none. "What did you think, that you could run from me and take my children with you?" He says getting up as he buttons his suit jacket. "They are not yours. You lost any right over them when you left me at the altar. Now they're just mine." I say, all sense leaving me. "Oh I got all rights over them, since the day my sperm made them up. And kitten, you're still my wife remember. This is not over." He says walking close to me. Way too close. Pulling me close by my waist, he rests his head on the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin ever so lightly as he speaks. "Quit running from me and come home. You're straining yourself and my children." He says as if it is the most normal thing to do. Savannah Greene. Hot-headed girl, whose seen her adoptive parents die right before her. All she wants in life is a good future for her adoptive brother Jackson, and freedom from her abusive aunt, Maria. Adrian Donati. Man of power and control. Has looks that can make you drop your panties. And gets what he wants, by hook or crook. And he loves his company above all. When these two meet, electricity cracks and sparks fly. Lips meet, hearts break, and profanities fly. But in the end will love save them both? Book one of the Billionaire Bad Boy Series. (Contains mature scenes and swearing.) #1 Ceo 21 October 2018 Copyright ©️ Eleanor Wilson.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan