Iris Tremaine is an icon. A fashion icon. At twenty-six years old, she's at the top of the fashion industry, having created a multi-national corporation, designing for both runway and retail. She's one of the richest, most-admired women in the world and yet there's something astronomical missing from her life. Somehow, the glamour and lights aren't what they used to be. When a tormented, mysterious man comes into her life, she begins to believe he may be what she's been waiting for. He may offer the spark she's been missing... But what she doesn't know is that this man has a past- a past that will rock her world straight off its axis. Thank you very much for taking the time to explore my work. xx

"Do You know what happens to people when they lie to me, Katarina?" He looks me straight in the eye. "No your majesty." I barely whisper. He puts more pressure on my hips as he pushes me harder into the wall. His lips touch my ear as he leans down to reach them. "They get punished." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book contains mature themes. For mature readers only. Do not read if you cannot handle the mature content. You have been warned. I HAVE NOT PUBLISHED THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM BESIDES WATTPAD. I DO NOT anymore allow translations.

Aiden Walker believes in himself. After all, he is the only person he can depend on considering his parents sent him away and his legal guardian died of cancer. Due to his difficult upbringing, making friends was a skill that never came easily to him. He would rather spend hours behind a computer screen, working on his debut novel. So when he moves to Brickston for a change in scenery, the last thing he expects to get is a roommate. But this roommate isn't a sleazy coach potato that he's used to rooming with. No, she's a ghost. A hot-tempered, impatient, foul-mouthed ghost. Aiden must struggle to keep his priorities in check when his ghost friend urges him to find out who killed her, with the little help of her diary. --current cover made by loved-up-- --trailer made by niallerlover8--

FEATURED ON THE READING LIST 'ONE DIRECTION' BY @Fanfic BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 1 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) - Rewritten in 2025 Vicky West has spent her life chasing one dream - to dance beneath the lights of the Moulin Rouge, Los Angeles's most exclusive nightclub. It's the stage she's always longed for after seeing it years ago. But behind the glamorous club lies a man who could ruin everything. Harry Styles, the ower of the Moulin Rouge, is as powerful as he is untouchable. Known for his sharp suits, cold and pompous behavior, he has an insatiable appetite for control. When Vicky auditions for a spot on the team, Harry immediately recognizes that she's a valuable asset to his club. The way she dances drives him mad. But is Harry pursuing Vicky for the Moulin Rouge - or for himself? Highest rankings: #1 trilogy #1 one direction #2 Styles #2 HarryStyles WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @butterflytattoo

Addison's family own the De'Angelo's a lot of money and with the Cafe not doing as well as it use to they can't pay back any of the money they own. With Nikolas getting tired at warning the family over and over again he decided's to send his feared son Carlo to California where he has to make a deal with Henry. The deal was supposed to be Henry's family would be killed if they didn't have all the money by the date given, but when Carlo see's Henry's daughter Addison he soon wants her as his so he makes the deal of; Henry's whole family will be killed or Addison marries Carlo. What will Henry decided? Read on to find out.

"Getting kidnapped is not really new to me. Well, if you're the only daughter of the world's renowned billionaire and a secret mafia boss, random people would always want to have you, tail you, hurt you and ask money as ransom." (c) AgntPbbls Former title: Mafia Boss' Daughter and Her Favorite Kidnapper (I changed it because I was told the title was too long to be even a title.)

"we're all a little broken, and that's okay." I haven't seen him, talked to him, or even heard of him since that day. I've pushed people away, because they couldn't fill in that emptiness I felt inside when he wasn't there. I feel broken.

Fantasy Nightclub, is a popular erotic club for Doms and their submissive. One night of dancing and I became Jax's submissive. I am his. I want to be his, but my perverted brother is getting in the way and Jax's past has his brother on a warpath. I don't own cover photo.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...