She ran away from home with nothing but a broken heart and a car that barely made it. One fight, one night, one decision...and everything changed. Desperate for somewhere to stay, Avery answered an ad for a room and ended up moving in with Rhett...a tattooed, cold, pro hockey captain who thrives on control, discipline, and dominance both on and off the ice. Commitment isn't in his vocabulary. Neither are second chances. He's chaos in skates and trouble in leather jackets, sharp edges wrapped in muscle and attitude, and he makes it painfully clear that he doesn't want her in his space, in his routine, in his carefully controlled world. They clash from the start. Power against defiance. Fire against gasoline. Too similar. Too stubborn. Too damaged in different ways. She's soft, but not weak. A good girl who knows how to party, dance, and forget the world when the music gets loud enough. He's adrenaline and aggression, fueled by late-night games, bruised knuckles, and a hunger for control that doesn't turn off when the crowd goes home. Closed off. Possessive. Allergic to feelings. Living together becomes a dangerous game of boundaries, tension, and lingering looks that last a second too long. Every shared space feels like a challenge. Every accidental touch feels like a dare. Neither of them are willing to admit that the pull between them burns hotter than any fight on the ice...or that surrendering might be the one thing Rhett fears more than losing. But the past doesn't stay buried forever. Her mother returns to haunt her, reopening old wounds. And just when Avery starts to feel safe...just when it starts to feel real...Rhett does what he does best. He runs. Because falling is easy...but staying is the dangerous part. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

A one-night stand turns into a high-stakes game of survival when a dental hygienist battling Type 1 diabetes becomes the secret lucky charm of a grumpy goalie. -------------------- One night, fake names, and no strings was supposed to be my escape. Now, I'm the last hope for a pro hockey goalie who thinks I'm some lucky charm capable of flipping his abysmal season. As a Type 1 Diabetic, numbers govern my life: glucose levels, carb counts, and the low balance of my bank account. I moved to San Francisco for a fresh start, not to become the "lucky charm" of a professionally notorious grump. After our steamy, anonymous night, I did the sensible thing: I ran. But the universe flexes a cruel sense of humor. My new job as dental assistant for the San Francisco Bears' pro-hockey team puts me face-to-face-and finger-to-mouth-with the man I can't forget. Connor Schmidt's convinced I'm the cure to his career-worst slump. He's closed-off, stubborn, and way too hot for my professional safety. I need this job to survive. Literally. But with the coach hunting for "distractions" to fire, and Connor refusing to let me go, I'm stuck in a game I can't afford to lose. He's playing for redemption. I'm playing for my life. And the more we lose ourselves in his "luck-with-benefits agreement," the more falling for him is the most reckless thing I've ever done. 18 + for explicit sexual content #1 sports, #1 spicy, #1 hockeyplayer, #1 magurethemes Story is complete.

If you like fantasy/romance you should try my story The Flower Longed Death. It is written a LOT better than this one is! -------------------------- "You must've got the wrong impression if you keep expecting to get away with shit like this, so let me make things clear," He says with a calm smile. He moves his face closer to mine, losing the lighthearted grin that had previously cooled my nerves. I get a better look at the scar across the bridge of his nose, and the vague one X'ed onto his lips. Now I want them even more. -------------------------- Eighteen year old Mileva never thought her past would catch up to her after leaving years ago to live in New York City. She didn't think she wanted it to. However, she also didn't think she would cross paths with a guy like Valen, the Italian Mafia's heir. He's only twenty three, but he's somehow the most attractive and intimidating man she has ever met, let alone heard of. Mileva battles her anxiety adjusting to this new life of hers, while Valen is just getting comfortable with his new obsession. -------------------------- Word count: 110,000 There is a lot of graphic content, so please read carefully! List of specific warnings can be found in the introduction. The writing gets better as the story progresses, I promise.

I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips. "And then?" "Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or think straight for months. I'd take you in every single fucking position, and I'd make sure that your tight little pussy is all used up but yet it still wants me inside. I'd make you scream, sing and shout my name, all from the overwhelm of pleasure and I'd do it every fucking time until you learn to listen." ~ Win her trust. Sleep with her. And then humiliate her. That's what Dante was sent to do, but once he lays eyes on Khristina, he knows this plan might happen to go down the drain. *FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY* *DO NOT COPY OR I'LL FIND YOU* *if you are reading this book somewhere other than Wattpad, you are possibly at serious risk of a malware attack and it has been stolen from me. if you'd like to read safely you can follow this link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/271398924-seven-days. Keep safe!* #7 in exciting (31.08.21) #3 in interesting (24.07.21) #1 in mafialove (22.08.21) #1 in -romance (17.10.21) #1 in hot (29.11.21)

Caden Connelly is hot. Dumb. And possibly cursed. Every girl he dates ends up falling for someone else-usually one of his teammates-and he's sick of being the universe's personal punchline. So this semester, he's got a new plan: fake date someone completely undateable. Someone so immune to hockey charm, the curse won't stand a chance. Enter Raven Alore. She's too smart to fall for a himbo goalie and way too busy trying to win a cutthroat sports media internship, take revenge on her ex, and survive living with her backstabbing roommate. She has exactly zero time for Caden's golden retriever energy or his abs of distraction. But when fake dating him gets her: a viral PR case study a shot at the internship and her ex shaking in his cleats... Well, she's in. With conditions. No feelings. No flirting. No shirtless selfies. (Okay, maybe one shirtless selfie.) But the longer they fake it, the messier it gets-because Caden's actually... not that dumb? And Raven's not that heartless. And this whole thing? Might not be fake at all. By the time the puck drops, someone's gonna catch feelings. Let's just hope it's not cursed.

Leo Rivera. Yeah, he's an asshole. He likes power, he likes control, and he clearly has secrets, I'm not supposed to know. Every girl wants him. Not me. So how the hell did I end up as his intern... and pressed against a wall? "Don't lie, Sofia," he whispered against my neck. "You know you want me." Expect the unexpected when you read. ;) A Dark Romance #1 in enemies (Dec 5th) #1 in brooding (Dec 5th) #1 steamyromance (Dec 7th) ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɴɪᴇꜱ!!! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes.Reader discretion is advised.