Before you read, here are some warnings! My grammars suck and this book makes no sense. It is so unorganized and so cringy. Totally not worth reading. But read if you wanted to. But I warn you! Also, there is barely any Mafia stuff in here. *edited by Grammarly* - After the death of her parents, Alexis Carter moved in and lived with her uncle. Years later she came back to her home town only to get caught up in some drama. And that drama is none other than Blake Peterson . . . "You are never going to leave me. You are mine since the day I met you." That's when I burst, "Yours?! Since when?! I don't belong to you!!!! I belong to myself! So stop talking about how you claim me!!! Because let me tell you something! I am not an object you can use and throw away!" He starts turning red from anger. "You are mine! Every part of you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" He shouted back. High/Impressive Ranking #1 in change #1 in love at first sight #1 in claim #2 in badass #7 in love

They say "curiosity killed the cat". I say "naivety killed the flower".

"Yea bitch I got your man-an-an Since you bad, hoe, come catch him if you ca-a-an" Long golden legs that matched the thick gold hoops swinging from her ears. Shiny, sparkling lip gloss that went well with the glimmering jewelry accenting her body.

When Jackson Welch trotted onto court three at the Corrigan Country Club, Charlotte Yates looked on with distaste. He was short, lanky and had a weak backhand. When Jack first caught sight of Charlotte he was smitten and did everything in his power to be closer to the dark-skinned girl with wild, curly hair and a serve almost as good as his. Twenty years later, the two are as close as ever, but what happens when Jack starts to realize his want for something more than friendship? Well, the ball is in his court. Read to find out if he takes the shot! -- completed start | 11.20.18 - 4.2.19 | end peak #1 interracial #2 poc #8 bwwm

"Sometimes trust blinds us so much that we can't see the truth" - After being dragged to some boring dinner meeting, Scarlet meets Jackson Vanderbilt. From leaving dinner early to being kicked out her apartment, Jackson was by Scarlet's side. What happens when she finds out what's really on his mind -- Jackson Harley Vanderbilt is a twenty-seven year old CEO of Vanderbilt Enterprise. The Company was handed over to him by his father, who doesn't really let Jackson control the company as much as Jackson would like. Jackson, being the control-freak he is, does everything he can to keep the company in his hands. -- Scarlet Rosetta Thompson is a twenty-three year old who works at a psychology clinic. Her parents have always been overly present in her life. Living near her father hasn't done her much good. Hiding a few things from her father led to hiding everything from him. ------ He looked at me, anger present in his emerald eyes. "I'm going to say this once and only once: you will not disrespect me, do you understand?" He asks. "Yes..." I whisper, I can hardly hear myself. He grabs my face, "Yes what?" My face begins to burn as his warm hand grip it. Oh my God, how does he expect me to speak. "Yes sir," I finally spit out... ---- #1 in inexperienced #1 in dominantxsubmissive #1 in teasing

She was meant to serve the king. She had no place. No importance. No story. Simply taste the King's food for poison and leave. But the King's infatuation with her was more than anything normal. He wanted more than to stare Just a little taste A little morsel As normal! I stink with descriptions. Blood Gore Death Suggestive themes! Rated M for mature!

A Werewolf Story

~~~ . . He let my hand go and cupped the side of my neck sinking his fingers up the back of my neck. I sighed leaning my head a bit back, before feeling my body shiver when used his thumb to run over my jawline. How did we end up here? We stared at each other for a sec, his eyes dropped to my lips then come back to my eyes. I slid my hands up his arms because they had no where else to go. I turned away from him, just for his hand that was on my hip to grab me by my cheeks. "You're drunk," I mumbled looking literally anywhere else but Mathias. "I am not," he moved his head to be in my eye view "Drunk," and just ended up pressing his forehead on mine, dropping the hand on my cheeks back to my hip. I closed my eyes tightly cause I couldn't look this man in the eyes for shit- The fact his hands were on me made it feel unreal, like it was another wet dream I was having of my boss. When his hands hadn't moved and nothing was said as if he was thinking of something to do. I opened eyes just as his head dipped into my neck, I swear I felt like melting on the floor right then and there. "Wait..."

[IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING REWRITTEN THEREFORE SOMETHINGS MAY NOT MAKE SENSE. KEEP THAT IN MIND] So, there's this girl. His beautiful chocolate fantasy sculpted to perfection. He thinks she's impossible to obtain, she thinks he's untouchable. For her, he'd go insane. Burst into fits of rage even. Yet, she still can't quite decipher the meaning behind his gorgeous ocean blue eyes that stare back at her dull brown ones with such intensity. They know each other better than anyone else ever could yet they both fail to realize the one thing they both have a burning desire for. Confused & madly in love here's the story of two best friends who think they're polar opposites. Oh honey, they're so wrong..