Xavier Marino,24,leader of the most powerful mafia in the world,since he has took over from his dad the world has changed,he rules it nobody is more powerful than he is.But him and his son noah are missing something,they both long for a certain type of love. Evelyn Peters,22,she starting out teaching at a new nursery, she is bubbly and kind as long as you stay on the right side of her,what happens when she has Noah in her class. Will she be able to love both of the boys. ------- Thank you @_ navyblueee_ for the book cover

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

As I'm walking down my staircase to the incessant sound of the obnoxious doorbell, the thoughts of Nicholas just wouldn't leave my mind. I open the door slowly and before I even had the chance to even react, I was scooped up, back against the wall. I was lured into a long and breathtaking kiss, our tongues righting for dominance, only he could ever kiss me like this. Pulling back for a moment he looks into my eyes - searching for something, "Juliet, I love you," breathing heavily, "F**k me like you missed me, I want your naked body against mine tonight." Speechless I just gaze at him, I want to give myself to him again - oh, god I couldn't imagine anything better then giving into him - but it feels... wrong? Kissing me again, rougher - more meaningful this time. I wrap my legs around his waist he carries me off to my room, "Nick, I-" I was immediately silenced by his lips again. He began unbuttoning my shirt before pulling it over my head and working his magic along my torso, letting out a small moan, running my hands along his back and through his soft hair. I can't do this. CURRENTLY EDITING!

Sage Jacie Wright has always been alone. Her dad took off with her brothers when she was 11 and hasn't come back. Her mom went into a state of depresssion but turned to drugs and alcohol. She wants to finish off her senior year without a problem and go to college and forget about her small town but life throws a curve ball and things get complicated.

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

*Book One of the Anya Maynard Series* All Anya knows of her family are the two faceless names on her birth certificate and a gruesome headline from a twenty year old newspaper announcing her parent's deaths. She never cared to know the how's or why's of it, a lifetime of abusive foster mothers and ten years on the streets has taught her only to care about the what is and not the may have been. But maybe if she knew of her family's past she wouldn't have walked into the middle of a violent pack feud. A feud that is just beginning. A feud that was started because of her. Anya felt like she had found a place where she could make a life, a place she could settle after years on the run. But did she really run from her problems, or run to them?

"And where the hell is the supposed assistant?" He angrily asked. "I'm here." A soft voice answered shyly. There was something about the voice that was oddly familiar. He was ready to fire the person until he turned around to find no one other than Shayan West, a woman he heavily despised. Her heart was pounding in her chest loudly as she stared at him, it was him, standing in front of her after five years. Everything was going great for Shayan until her new boss arrived. What happens when her new boss turns out to be no one other than Kel Adrios, the man who caused so much drama in her life. Would she continue working or quit? Will they overcome their misunderstanding and start a new or loose their love to revenge? After all it takes two to tango and the more you hate, the more you fall in love. Read to find out. You will experience a surge of emotions and your heart strings will be played like a guitar chord. Check out my blog below https://niannilifestyleblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/29/how-to-deal-with-your-insecurities/

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

To long I've held this need. So many things piled up on my shoulders. I long for catharsis. A place to just leave everything on the floor when I'm done. I didn't know he'd even noticed. I sense him before I see him. His scent curls up around me like a warm blanket around my body and an iron fist around my throat. In my path, he's been strangely silent as of late and his appearance makes me nervous but I am strong. Even here I refuse to show my vulnerability and weakness. With confidence I continue into the room. Each click echoes off the walls and punctuates the step. "Good evening, pet." His voice is deep and smooth, running over my frayed nerves in a manner that soothes the savageness running through my veins. In that moment I know... until he's done with me, I am under his command.