Cassandra Stone fell in love with a billionaire at age 18, but her Cinderella story took a dark turn when her knight in shining armor turned out to be an abusive monster. It took her years to build up the courage to take the life of her abuser, but when she finally freed herself from his clutches she opened herself up to a whole new life - an empire that was hers and no man could ever take that away from her.

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You all know Max as the little fighter who beat the odds and survived being born at just 2lbs to parents Amelia and Briggs Maddison. Growing up Max had struggled with school and a learning disability. He also learned at a young age that he had a twin brother who died at birth, but one thing always came easy to him and that was hockey. It was his passion since his dad put on his first pair of skates and taught him all he knew. Max's biggest supporter was Archer, the cute shy girl in his first grade class who he became fast friends with. They were insperable all through out school and Max fell for her. Archer though never thought she was good enough for Max. So when the time came for college she disapeared and broke poor Max's heart. Fast forward 5 years and Max's career is at an all time high and Archer fulfilled her dream of becoming a teacher. One day when Archer's first grad class wins a local contest to have some of the members of the Tampa Bay Lightning visit their class, Max and Archer's paths cross again. Will that spark still be there? Will Max be able to win over Archer this time? Or will 5 years apart be too much to over come?

"Even if you run away, I would search to the end of this world until I found you. Because the only place you can stay is in these arms." ****** He was ruthless. He had no weakness. He was not afraid of death. Not until he met her... Who would have thought that saving a man's life one night could change her life forever. When Megan Rose had landed in Rome, she was thrilled to start over. New life, new identity, new her. When she saved Xavier Vellutini, the head of a powerful Italian mafia, he had since been obsessed with her and she found herself slowly falling into his trap, falling in love. Yet, by a twist of fate, Xavier broke her heart, and she walked out of his life. Two years later, Xavier finally found Megan but this time she held a secret that will turn their lives upside down... REWRITING

One fiasco of a wedding. One rogue. Two mates. Mariana didn't sign up for scandal of the year when she agreed to attend her beloved sister's wedding. But that's exactly what she got - that and an awful pink monstrosity of a dress. Her peaceful life in a bikers bar was traded for two wickedly handsome brothers willing to chase her down to the edge of the world. And one hell of a chase it was... --.-- Mariana could hear distant yelling. Glancing back, both of her eyebrows shot up at the sight. Flock of men in size of a football team were chasing after her across the lawn. Suit jackets and ties were tossed onto the ground one by one. Some even abandoned shoes to run faster. Logan and Caleb had joined the race along with her brother and his goons. She was sure she caught a glimpse of at least two confused humans as well. Poor boys props were thinking that this was some sort of game. Winner gets it all or whatever. I did not see that one coming! I will apologize to Sophie and all the single ladies later! She forced her legs to go faster. In distance she saw the rusty pickup waiting for her. Thank the lucky stars she was smart enough to leave the keys in ignition for a quick escape. Mariana yanked open the drivers side door, nearly diving into the seat. She turned the key, ready to violate the gas pedal, when the truck gave a discouraging ra-ta-ta-ta noise. Oh, hell no.

"Alixandria," He whispered my name. His hand was still wrapped around my wrist. My eyes fluttered open and I was caught in his gaze. I was drawn to the silver color in the center of his eyes, his full lips. I still felt a high even more so when he came closer. His hand was now playing with my fingers while the other one gently stroked my cheek. His touch left a trail of fire. My face felt hot. "What is this?" I practically whimpered. I had never felt so physically turned on. Idris's chest heaved too, as if our contact also made him breathless. He was staring at our hands he intertwined. "It's our pull Alixandria," he looked back deep into my eyes, "I told you, you're my soulmate." ~ No matter where Alixandria Ross goes, Idris seems to be there for her and an almost fatal encounter reveals the truth of what Idris is and a confession that unsteadies her life. She's his soulmate, but there's just one problem... She already has a soulmate, her boyfriend Henry. ____________________________________________________________________________ Category: ROMANCE/PARANORMAL ROMANCE (read the tags lol)

Ingrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her entire life. She was too timid and shy to talk back to anyone, which led to years of people walking over her. Her older sister is one of the main ones. Her aging grandmother is the only person who understands what she's going through and desperately wants to take her away from it all. Tristian Locke A 25-year-old tattoo artist who believes his heart is broken beyond repair. His mother, who has experienced painful trauma is now in a state of shock. His father, who is a lawyer, wants his son to get out of the phase he is in so he can have a "real" profession... so it seems. Tristian, in his mind, has disowned his father for the many things he's done behind his mother's back as well as his constant attempts to lure him back into the old ways of their family history involving the Irish Mob. On the outside, Tristian is calm and subtle, but on the inside, he has pent-up anger that he only releases accidentally or while training in the gym. His mother, alone, is the very reason he hasn't completely broken yet and is the source of all his inspiration. Tristian no longer believes in love. His father being the worst example of what love should be, is painted into his mind. He stays away from relationships and women as he wants nothing to do with them until she walked into his shop. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " He tattooed his name on my heart " WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. #95 in Romance - 12/06/17

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect. Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman. Affect: I am now bonded to her. But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted. Cause: My attack triggered her curse. Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.