Ash is an anxious but determined English major who knows what she wants. Derek is a mysterious hockey player who's got a big reputation. Can they learn new things about themselves through each other or will the change bring them apart? *disclaimer* This story isn't fully edited and if things seems inaccurate I apologize!

A girl who talks too much. A man who barely speaks. A beginning that already feels like trouble. Isla Bennett has always been easy to read, easy to love, and impossible to silence, drifting through life with a kind warmth. Rafe Costello is the complete opposite, a CEO built on control and silence, someone who keeps his distance because it's easier than letting anyone get close enough to matter. What begins as reluctant proximity between them, slowly turns into something neither of them can seem to stay away from. But the question is.. how does a man who trusts nothing learn to trust someone like her? And how does a girl who feels everything, handle the one person she cannot quite figure out? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He shook his head slightly. But lifted his arm anyway. She spun again, laughing louder this time, and when she looked back at him he was watching her carefully. He muttered quietly under his breath. "You're trouble." Isla blinked at him, before soon smiling with a wide grin. "I'll take that as a compliment." ------------------------------------------------------------------ -SEQUEL TO 'MR.SERIOUS'-

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

"My bad," the reply comes quickly. "I forgot to mention-I'm not Jessica. You've got the wrong number." My blood runs cold. Did I just confess my deepest secrets to a total stranger? When Rose thought her life had sunken so low, she made the mistake of messaging the wrong number and revealing her secret to an unknown person.

Mia sees patterns where others see chaos. When three deaths are reported, the system moves on quickly. Too quickly. The scenes feel complete, but something is missing and Mia can feel it. The gaps bother her more than the violence. As the investigation closes in, one truth refuses to stay buried. The deaths were never the point. They were distractions. At the center of everything is a girl no one was meant to notice. This is a story about absence, perception, and how the most important truths are hidden in what we choose not to see.

"Captain, please reconsider. There's no way I'll be able to work with her. She's reckless, she doesn't follow orders, and she's a danger to the operation. Bounty hunters will sell out anything for the right price. What makes you think we can trust her?" "I'm not asking you to trust her. I'm asking you to trust me." "I do. But I don't need her, Captain, I'm perfectly capable of doing this on my own..." * * * Maize Ember is the most cunning and most feared Bounty Hunter in all of New York City. She's ruthless, but she's the best. She can take down any criminal, she can fight any bad guy, and most importantly, she does not take crap from anyone. Not even Alec West, the top ranked detective in the precinct and her unspoken competitive rival. But when a new case comes to light, and Alec and Maize find themselves going on a high risk mission, together, they can't believe it. With the help of each other they must protect a long ago friend of Alec's, an undercover cop that holds valuable information that could bring down the Crime Syndicate that has been terrorizing the streets for years. Can they put their distasteful feelings towards each other aside for the sake of the mission? Alec doesn't think he can trust anyone. Maize doesn't trust anyone. What will the two do when they realize they stumbled into something much bigger than themselves - and that an old ghost from Maize's past might be back to haunt them both? It all comes down to a game of cat and mouse... Featured on Wattpad reading lists: •Mystery Thriller •Action •General fiction •Dangerous Love #1 mystery-thriller 08-09-20 #1 spy 08-08-20 #4 detective 10-22-20 #1 nypd 03-14-20 #4 fbiagent 07-11-20 #1 hatelove 10-15-20 #11 bounty hunter 01-08-21 #10 hatelove 02-28-21 #10 strongfemalecharacter 06-12-21 Includes: Action/Adventure/Romance/Humour/Mystery/Suspense/And a whole lot of kicking but ;)

college hockey player Jackson Blythe makes a bet that he can stay away from chicks for a whole month, he decides that he needs someone to help him stay accountable. when he finds out that Ameeriah Jonas' crazy ex won't leave her alone, it seems like the most perfect opportunity- she can make sure he doesn't hook up with randoms at parties, and he can make sure her ex doesn't bother her. the dating may be fake, but the fake feelings and the real feelings start to become blurred as they continue spending late nights together and find out that they may care more about each other more than they realize.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

TWISTED SERIES NEXT GENERATION FAN FICTION AN IMAGINARY STORY. NIKO VOLKOV, Sunshiny, Clever, Perfection. All he wanted is to live a practical, successful and logical life until... CAMILLA VON ASCHERBERG, Kind, Sensible, Mannerly. Princess of the Eldorra country. She believed that her life was over after that one incident she until... The magic called love happened. The Logic fell in love with the Magic.