"Angel." Her name left his lips in a breathless whisper. His eyes dark and filled with regret, "Come here babygirl, please." She shook her head frantically, her doe eyes brimming with tears. His heart squeezed painfully at her broken look. He caused this. He made his Angel sad. How could he? A tear slipped down her rosy cheeks, causing his heart to bleed even more. A sob escaped her lips and that's when he rushed forward and engulfed her in his arms, ignoring her protests. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, chanting sorry over and over again. "My sweet Angel, i'm so sorry my love" ••• He was anything but kind. He was cruel and heartless. He could ruined a person's life in a snap. But there was this gaping hole in his heart and he didn't know what to fill it with. That was until he laid his eyes on her. ••• In which a billionaire became besotted with a young girl who knew nothing of the cruelty of the world.

a book where my heart pours its feelings and where my mind writes its thoughts. A/N: I titled every part that I've published with a date because it'll always help me remind myself when I had those feelings or thoughts.

Have you ever felt so used and abused that you wanted to end it all? I did about a month ago when I got raped. I tried to tell everyone even the police but they thought that I was lying and making stuff up. I feel so used and people keep spreading likes about me being a hoe when they don't even know the full story. What makes it even worse is that I got betrayed by someone who was really close to me and that I thought would never leave my side. My bestfriend.

«I love telling you what I feel without you listening to me» This story is originally written by @booksforevah (its Spanish writer) I'm her official translator and I'm translating her story to English because she's my internet best friend and I loved her story. Cover credits to my other internet best friend @harrytakeacat, thank you so much.

(Must Date the Playboy Book 2) Tori tried her best to move on from the playboy who broke her heart. But just as she thought she was finally okay, Zach unexpectedly came back to mess her up. In order to stop her feelings from resurfacing-and to save herself from hurting-she decided to hate the playboy. But is hating the playboy the key to her happiness? Or will it just cause another heartbreak? *** When Victoria 'Tori' Peige dated the playboy Zachary 'Zach' Anderson based on lies, they sure have paid the price. After being left heartbroken by him eight months ago, she is finally ready to move on. Just as she gives James a chance, Zach comes back and messes up her life again. Will Tori choose to be brave and be honest with her own feelings? Or will she continue hating the playboy even if her heart tells her otherwise? Cover Designed By Lydia Carr

(Must Date the Playboy Book 3) Despite attempts of being 'just a friend', Zach realized that his feelings for Tori would never change. Now that he's finally ready to get her back, would his second chance at love be worth the shot--even if the circumstances try to break them more apart? *** Zach made the ultimate sacrifice of letting Tori go--giving her and James his blessing, knowing it would make her happy. But just as he decided to remain in her life as a friend, what if circumstances change and the truths that they initially believed in are purely misunderstandings? Would Zach's efforts be enough to make Tori love the playboy again?

When Victoria 'Tori' Peige found out that Zachary Anderson was the reason for all of her bestfriend's past break-ups, she knew she had to step in and make a move. Even if it was against her will, Ms. goody-goody asked Zach to be her boyfriend. Little did Tori know that Zach only agreed because he wanted to use her in order to get to her bestfriend. But what would happen when the relationship that started out with lies and deceit turn into something...real?

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"