𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫. 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡...𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. ࿌࿌࿌࿌࿌ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭?" Villanelle growled. Her tongue worked faster now, wet sounds filthy between them. Euphoria could barely breathe, her mind splintering with every stroke. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞," 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨." Pause on all upcoming chapters, book is under editing. Enjoy 😉.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ✞ ✞ ✞ He wanted to use her. She was the mastermind who planned for that all along. ✞ ✞ ✞ Power. Power built them. Power is what will destroy them. From sworn enemies to reluctant allies, there is nothing 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 wouldn't do, nobody she wouldn't use to reach what her mind has been fixated on for years. Revenge. She's inhumane. Emotionless. Messed up in the head-a diagnosed ASPD mind turned into something precise, something dangerous. A machine. The underworld doesn't call her by name. They call her the flame behind the ghost don. The living requiem. Nyx. And when something like her sets her sights on a target? She takes. Uses. Burns everything necessary to get what she wants. And 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 became exactly that. There's nothing the Camorra king hates more than her-the ghost, the flame, the thorn in his side he's been chasing for years. The assassin behind the Russian don he wants nothing more than to take down. The one thing standing between him and full control over New York City. Blaze is forced to do the one thing he would rather die than do: Ally with the enemy. It was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Strategic. But temptation has always been a dangerous game, and Vera has never been the kind to walk away from a game. Especially one she knows she'll win. Because she's always ten steps ahead. She doesn't lose. She calculates. Plans. Decides. And this time, she chose to play.

Unlike most performative men, Adam Barrington IS your average guy. He lives a simple life and has everything he needs; a good paying job and his wonderful (sexy) girlfriend, Molly. I mean, what more could he want? Well, life is full of surprises... and shit. And that crappy part of life so happens to come in a life-sized, doe-eyed, annoying, feminine package. That package is none other than Elaine Reed. Adam HATES Elaine. And what's worse? She's his colleague.

* WARNING: This book contains sexual content. Viewer discretion advised. "Monique, tell me I taste good. Tell me how good I fucking am." ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, a 22-year-old who desires to finish college. She's driven, hardworking, and loyal to the people around her. Especially Daimen Hill, her boyfriend of five years. Randomly, Daimen presents the idea of living together, but there's one con: his little sister, Avery, had to live with them. Although, she wanted alone time with Daimen, she had to fuck it up... 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋, Daimen's younger sister who is broke, but is very sharp and assertive. Because of her fiery personality, she's been fired from many jobs, which makes her rely on Daimen. She's your typical rebellious girl, not wanting to follow norms and be different. She didn't care what anyone said about her. She could do whatever the hell she pleased. Monique wasn't interested in Avery until that night... She walked into Avery fingering herself and this makes Monique question her sexuality and her long-term relationship with Daimen. Avery was so bad in all the right ways Monique couldn't resist. ;)

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

"Welcome back to Ruslana Crown Royals, did you miss us? Because we missed you." SECOND BOOK IN SERENDIPITY SERIES

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Zaria seemed to be an average woman who went to work and came home like everyone. Except for one thing, she had a voice in her head... multiple but only one forcing her to kill.

❝I want you so bad.❞ I tease him while trailing my hand up his white buttoned shirt feeling his abs. "Ms. Rose.." His voice was soft and sweet when I lowered myself down to his sleek black dress pants. "We shouldn't do this." He sighed looking down at me as I look up at him as well. "I know, but I want to." "I want to feel all of you Elijah." I unbuttoned his shirt revealing himself to me as I kept myself on my knees. His body was absolutely stunning, chiseled but soft toned abs. "V-Ms. Rose." He groans as I kiss and lick every muscle throughout his body. "Stop talking and let me touch you." I go back up to his face to kiss his wet pink lips. Elijah moans softly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue all around. Slowly, I take both of his pale hands as I still kiss him and put his touch on the back of my zipper. He knew quickly what he was suppose to do, so he unzips my dark red dress and pulls off the dress showing myself to him as well. "Oh..my" He cleared his throat as he saw my cleavage popping right in those dark blue eyes. I never thought I would've grown sexually attracted to my own professor. "Elijah? what the hell is going on in there" Highest rankings # #1 passion #1 slowburn #1 temptation #1 smallagegap #1 risky #1 seduction #2 chancellor #7 unholy #33 hidden #40 badgirlgoodboy #76 tension

18+| 𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠? Small-town girl Sullivan Miller has long graduated from high school. Still suffocating in a dead-end job and left reeling after her toxic ex-boyfriend's betrayal. Rock bottom is grim, until rescue comes from the last man she expects: Juda Walker. Juda used to be her stepbrother. Sort of. Their parents' mess of a relationship ended years ago, but the boy who once shared her room every other weekend is now a single dad with a farm, a construction company, and a guest room he won't let her refuse. It should be simple. She needs a place to land. He needs help around the property. The whole town already thinks they're family, and they've always been friends. But early morning chores and home-cooked meals feel different now. His hands linger where they shouldn't. The new life Sully's building under his roof is starting to feel less like a pit stop and more like the home she's been aching for. And for a girl who's been left by everyone she's ever loved, giving in to the storm brewing between them is not taking a chance: It's falling off a cliff.