"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"I had one deal breaker between us-two, actually: You sticking your dick in another girl, and you going inside her house." I'm Ayla-Ayla Morgan, that chick with tats and long, black hair. Totally screams bad girl, right? Except I wasn't. I'm just a regular twenty-two-year-old girl working at my mum's café. I'm honestly a good girl-unless we're talking about what goes under the sheets. And my tattoos? When you date an architect slash tattoo artist, I guess you just let him draw. He's Griffin-Griffin James, my tattooed, extremely handsome, long-haired boyfriend with a glorious full beard. He's thirty-seven and has twin sons. I have moved in with them, and the kids love me as I adore them. Having them around is no big deal-but his ex-fiance from hell constantly turning up uninvited in our home is. She lives just across the road and is having free-reign over our lives: stealing things and insulting me in front of the kids to boot. God knows what she has on her evil, conniving mind... but I bet it's about making my life a living hell and breaking us up. And Griffin's letting her, his idea of keeping the peace for the kids-or at least that's what he said. For a long time, I believed him, willing to let things stay the same for the sake of my hot new love. But the ghosts of his past are haunting us...suffocating me, fucking me over, and breaking my heart. I am turning into a hormonal, paranoid mess-the kind of girl I swore I would never be. Something has to give, or it's my mind that's gonna break. Will I get him to change his ways? Will we ever escape Karen's nasty grasp? Griffin's old habits might just come back to bite him in the ass-bite him so hard that he realises just how much he wants it and just how close he is to losing it all. A steamy, erotic romance book with just the right amount of kink and BDSM. Not for the faint-hearted. Grab your copy on Amazon now!! - chapters have been removed due to publishing.

*Warning* This story contains violence, abuse, and sexual content. Do not read if you are triggered or not comfortable with this. © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Dorian Brad se simte prins ca într-un laț între o necruțătoare boală, nevoia de a-și proteja familia și ura pentru snobii colegi din liceul unde s-a transferat cu o bursă de merit. Din afară, Emma Holding pare frumoasă, bogată și populară. Secrete întunecate se ascund însă în spatele măștii pe care o poartă cu grijă. Întâmplarea îi aduce împreună într-o noapte, în împrejurări diferite față de cele cu care erau obișnuiți. Și deși împart aceeași sală de clasă de mai bine de o jumătate de an, pentru prima oară se vor privi cu adevărat unul pe celălalt într-o cu totul altă lumină.

Cea mai buna descriere o faceti voi prin comentarii. Love you ❤️

„ -Și am iubit-o... Uneori mult prea acerb, alteori ușor apatic. - Dar niciodată așa cum a meritat, îl completă tânărul. Rămase pe gânduri și nu reuși decât să aprobe. - Trebuie să recunosc, a fost prea mult pentru mine, un ocean nemărginit de paradoxuri, de conflicte. Nu știam ce își dorea, nu aveam habar dacă măcar mă mai dorea pe mine. În acel moment tânărul sări în picioare și îl privi sever. - Dacă nu te-ar fi dorit, crezi că ar fi suportat toate astea pentru tine? îi urlă. Îi înțelegea reacția și, totuși, nu reuși să mai spună nimic. Totul era pierdut sub mantia trecutului, sub niște greșeli ireparabile. Nici cea mai aprigă dorință, la fel cum nici cele mai sincere scuze, nu ar fi adus înapoi ceea ce fusese cu totul pierdut. - Nu are rost să mai dezgropăm morții. Trecutul nu se mai întoarce, i se adresă placid, apoi părăsi camera. Îi mai putu zări doar umbra înaltă înainte să se prăbușească din nou pe fotoliul vechi. Fie trecutul mort sau nu, avea să bântuie fiecare clipă a existenței sale." Coperta: Xenomorphius

outdated story. written in early 2013 Nu putem contempla amintiri prin fapte, ci prin vorbele pe care le scoatem la iveală din pânza prăfuită a trecutul, chiar dacă el este cinic, acid şi dur. Acesta ne supune şi ne îndeamnă spre hazardare, el singur ştiind că-şi riscă viaţa.

Un lord al secolelor trecute. O servitoare orfană. Două lumi care nu trebuie să se ciocnească. Secrete negre ascunse în zidurile castelului Ardenne.