"You slut! Just because you got a space in my room, it doesn't mean that you will get a space in my heart so just stay the fuck away from me!" He yelled at me as he punched the side of my wall I know he hated me but living all my life with this hatred is just too much. "I know and don't worry! I will never love someone like you so please just rest assured and don't even bother to acknowledge my existence!" I yelled back One thing that I know is that I hate this guy for sure. I will never fall for a jerk like him!

"But Evan! I want to talk!" I finally grabbed him by his arm making me look at him in absolute surprise "Liam, I really don't want to so don't push me to my limits." He warned as he was about to leave but I grabbed him tighter "Talk to me goddamnit!" I yelled at him only to get pinned against the wall by him "Ugh!" I groaned in pain "JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT?!" He yelled at me "Do you have to remind me every goddamn second that on the morning of our wedding, I found YOU ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BED?! HUH?!" I've seen him getting angry but this extreme was a first to me. "Evan, listen to-" he cut me off "Just because I have a word to keep, I'm Still willing to marry you. I don't want to hurt those people who are not related to this matter! So. Get. Dressed. Before I change my mind and end up doing something bad. For example, ruining you pretty face." He dug almost his nails into my face ***************** Warner industries and Stephens corporations are sworn business rivals. What's worse is the successors of the respective companies Liam Warner and Evan Stephens.already had a bad encounter with each other. But what happens when these two get caught up in an 'accident' and end up getting married? Love or hatred? How will this end? ****************** This is the book two of my book "Married To My Bully". I suggest you read the book one first but you can also read this one as a stand alone Warning: THIS CONTAINS BOY X BOY and MATURE STUFF, VIOLENCE, SWEARING, ETC

MANXMAN When second in command Amadeo Azarola gets shot twice by a unknown gang named Pilate, the head of the Black Cross gang has to call his younger brother, Leviathan Marc, a surgeon in training, to save his friend. Interest develop and revenge ensues. Not the best description, but not too bad either. :) *Dark Themes read at your own discretion* Copyright © 2017

Xavier has always been an unapologetically provocative man with minimal morals. As a secret agent working under an alias, seduction has always been his weapon of choice. He has a single weakness, his colleague and 'partner-in-law', Grayson Shelby. He is forced to swallow his unrequited love and manipulate everything like he always has as he plays the lethal game that his job demands. His electrifying desires escalate into a catastrophic blend of blazing lust, lurking dangers, and questioned sanity. How long can he resist?

[An Amazing Story,and I'm sharing it to all,go to the original writer called uniquecellest on ao3] Moved "saved to the end"to the top(above ch1)

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

Remy Rutherford and Milo Young hate each-other. No, hate isn't even the right word. Despise? Loathe? I don't think there is a word to describe their hatred, but we'll stick with hate for now. Remy and Milo hate each-other, and everyone knows it. A long high school rivalry between the track team and the basketball jocks only made it worse, and they have an especially shitty past too. But when Remy starts feeling things other than hate for his no.1 nemisis, he goes on a personal mission to top the jock, and this is how he did it. (STANDALONE - 3rd book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy)

He forcefully pushed me against the wall pressing his lips on mines. I refused to kiss pack until he bit down on my lip....hard. It felt wierd...but I liked it....a little. His tongue battled with mine over dominance usually I won....but not in this case. His hands ran up and down my body. I wish he would just stop. I tried to push him off of me but he pulled me and slammed me into the wall again. My back was killing me, now. "I fucking love you Jasper. Why can't you love me?!" He yelled jerking my body back and forward into the wall. "St-stop!!" I cried, he smashed his lips into mines again. I turned my head and moaned softly as my twin brother's warm hand traveled into pants wrapped around my prick.

Owen is a rouge Amethyst wolf. He lives without his parents, and goes to a rundown and underrated school. He calls himself 18, but is really 14. One day the authorities come and take him. What will happen now? EXTRA WARNING! This is my first book! It's stereotypical, long, and makes absolute zero sense. I was just testing out anything possible. I don't really plan on finxing it any time soon, so if you absolutely hate it, good! I agree! Leave a comment and leave, or just leave! I promise it won't hurt my feelings lmao.

One night that's all it was supposed to be. One night of freedom with a stranger. That's all it was supposed to be or something more. Maybe even a sex buddy. Who knew having affair with a married man could be so fun and exciting? So dangerously sexy. I know what you're thinking, he's so full of himself. Oh, sweetie, I didn't start the whole affair, Max did. I simply wanted a sex buddy. I just didn't know having one could lead to . . . love. A deep, dark painful love. It's more than lust, more than envy, I want Max and I don't care if he's married or not. Mature rating