Ambrose knew he was in love the moment his eyes fell on Bell. He had to paint her and he had to have her. Bell didn't know this but she was his in every way.

This is the final installment in the Series! *This book features very mature content! If you don't like your men dominant stop now because this is your only warning!* Kaelen rose, "I don't care what you want. It's not like you care what I want." He sent a cold look toward Sebastian as he walked toward them. "I believe I'll take my prize," he said as he held a hand to Xara. Xara tried to remain calm as she placed her hand in his. With doubts rolling through her head she nodded to Sebastian as Kaelen led her out of the room. They walked into the corridor and the door closed silently behind them. Xara gasped as he pushed her against the wall. Kaelen waited until Xara's fearful brown eyes met his before he growled, "You are mine and will behave in a manner that shows it." Xara nodded obediently trying not to flinch as he ran a finger along her jawline. "You will not complain to anyone about my behavior," he whispered into her ear. "Do you understand?" "Y-y-yes," stuttered Xara as she stepped back to put distance between them. "Good," smiled Kaelen as he dropped his hand. ***** Kaelen and Xara's story should begin and end with no issues but unfortunately for them both it doesn't. ©Em Myles

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I was no one before I met him. Worked as a housekeeper for his sister, then on an unfortunate day his eyes landed on me. He captured my heart and soul and just like that destroyed. "You ruined me, Sheldon," he bellowed, falling to his knees. "You completely finished me." "L-listen to me, Caleb." A sob escaped my throat. "It's not what you think it is." I tried to steady myself, but there was too much agony inside me to even think straight. "I loved you... I gave you everything for you." He pointed his index finger at himself. "Not him, it was me who loved you unconditionally." I neared his kneeling form, he looked devastated and broken. I felt ruined, because I did that to him. "Caleb-" Before I could speak anymore, he looked at me and uttered the word which would haunt me for the rest of my life. "Get out of my life." * SUITABLE FOR 18+ OR TEENAGERS WITH OPEN MINDS * FOR ALL THE 'BILLIONAIRE' AND 'EX-WIFE' STORY HATERS I DARE YOU TO READ MINE PLEASE READ IT ON INKITT UNDER THE USERNAME COMICSTHINKER

"You seem to have forgotten that you're not marrying a commoner, Alina. You're marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee." Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that's what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of even if it killed her... secrets that border the paranormal. Erick Stayton, the Vampire Prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had that one traumatising night four years ago. Except she is bound to be his bride by an arranged marriage deal she can never understand Now, at twenty-one, she is to marry her nightmare in a month's time. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick.

"Who is she?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. There she stood at the centre of the ballroom, her dark tresses caressing the small of her back whilst her burgundy gown was wrapped tightly around her small frame. The wine tainted her lips a sinful red complexion. No one knew. **** Taken from her home and forced into a life of servitude in a foreign land, Ekaterina is faced with death, sacrifice, injustice and Him. Nikolai.

It is publicly acknowledged that no girl in New Britain is as disciplined, heuristically accomplished or politically adept as an Academy girl. The institution's long held reputation for producing the most intelligent, devastatingly beautiful women with personalities as beguiling as their charm and wits sparked public interest for centuries. When Laurel is gifted a scholarship and transported inside its golden gates she is forced to dabble in lies and secret escapades whilst rubbing shoulders with the the creme de la creme of high society. Before long, the headmistress presents her with a special assignment as she does each girl, only it is the greatest undertaking of her life. "Dark Haven Academy is pleased to have you as one of it's own." ©hannahfoxx 2018

John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken. He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room. Maybe he is. John doesn't know. Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone. John doesn't think so. John thinks he's everything, broken man and all. * Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing. When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does. Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.

"Princess," he said, breathlessly, distantly. It had taken me a few moments before I realized he was referring to me. His expectant gaze clouded my thoughts, and his slow steps closer echoed throughout the marble palace floors. Carefully, delicately, he took my hand, examining the gleaming ring on my finger before flickering his gaze back up to mine, a smile breaking across his features. "It really is you." -- a dark harry styles fanfiction --

Vienna faces the truth that her boyfriend has sex with other women and treats her like a third-rate convenience. She grabs all her clothes and tells him goodbye. Her confidence is shot. Her genius in the tech world has not been discovered, and the breakup makes her late to serve drinks at the Buccieri Casino, placing her in front of the Buccieri head. Donato requests that she joins him, a request she cannot refuse. With a gun to her head, the privilege thrusts Vienna into the middle of an all-out war. She can never leave. Donato chooses her bed. Left with no choice but to stay, Vienna accepts her new life and must earn the respect of the Buccieri name.

"It is the beautiful bird which gets caged."-Chinese Proverbs Working as an escort has numerous advantages: beautiful dinners, alluring venues, and, of course, lots of money. The most promising of the up-and-coming young escorts of New York City, Charlotte is climbing up the social ladder rapidly. Equally as beautiful as she is self-destructive and impulsive, Charlotte loves every part of her life and the fact that she is finally able to care for her younger sister, Nova. Not to mention the sex, the excitement, and the booze. But most of all, she loves the freedom. But then Alexander Kane crashes into her life like a horrible, violent storm. And everything changes. Very dark story!!!//Proceed with caution!!