¡'Hidalgos' la trilogía original de Wattpad que inspiró las películas de Netflix! La última película se estrenará este 23 de febrero de 2024. [DISPONIBLE en todas las librerías en España, Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, y en el Lector Paraguay, Librería dominicana y cuesta libros en RD, Librería Encanta libros en Bolivia, Livraria en Ecuador, Gran Morrison en Panama] *Ganadora de un Watty 2016* Ares, no no el Dios griego, aunque podría serlo muy fácilmente con lo bueno que esta (Enfocate, Raquel) Bueno como les decía, Ares Hidalgo mi odioso y muy muy atractivo vecino, el chico que acoso desde las sombras (literalmente) nunca había notado mi presencia (Porque básicamente lo miro desde la sombras) hasta que una serie de eventos involucrado mi Internet nos llevaron a interactuar por primera vez y pues, a algunas otras cosas que no me atrevo describir ahora. El hecho es que Ares cambio mi vida, ¿Para bien? ¿O para mal? Ya veremos. Mi nombre es Raquel, y esta es la historia que comenzó A través de mi ventana.

Playboy billionaire Aiden Grayson is being blackmailed and when he meets his handsome new bodyguard, Julian, he's slowly overcome by feelings he can't deny. ***** Aiden Grayson is a child of privilege. He's a bachelor and a billionaire who's never had to work for anything. However, he's left a trail of destruction in his wake and someone from the past is coming back to haunt him. He's being blackmailed, and soon he's assigned a new bodyguard: the handsome, Julian McAndrew. At first, the two men are opposites, forced to work together, but after a drunken kiss, Aiden can't deny his feelings. He throws himself into his vices, trying to sort himself out, while Julian continues to keep him safe. With a blackmailer one step ahead, can Julian protect Aiden from danger? Or more importantly, can Julian protect Aiden from himself? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"L-listen... I know, I-" he started, his voice sounding heavy and muffled from the tears that were starting to form. "I'm upset, too. W-we can forget-" I stopped his words by shoving him against the wall and kissing the heck out of his lips. I couldn't stop, I didn't care about it being disgusting -- because it didn't feel that way, it didn't feel wrong, and no one was there to tell me it was. (LGBT themes).

"hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again" This fic isn't mine! It was written by phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on AO3!

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

Escaping your abusive boyfriend isn't easy, especially in Zachary's case. Zachary is an only child, born and raised in Nebraska, his life was perfect. Loving parents who were rich beyond belief, he never had worked a day in his life. He was handsome, popular, and was good at everything, but nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. Having confessed to his parents that he was gay, and them accepting him with open arms, Zachary was content. One day he met a boy named Tristan who went to the same high school as him; they fell in love and started dating. You would say by now that Zachary's life was perfect, that is until the day he was kidnapped. That once loving and caring boy was now an abusive, possessive one. Scared, and helpless Zachary is forced to stay locked up in a two bedroom house surrounded by abandoned houses and in a place that is unfamiliar to him. He could be anywhere in the world, too bad he doesn't know where. Now forced into a relationship that he is desperate to escape, Zachary must find a way to run away, but how? It's been months without any hope of that dream, constant sexual abuse, lack of food and sleep, has turned him weak. There is little hope for him. But what happens when he finally escapes his boyfriends clutches and runs away? And what happens when he ends up running into a love life that, this time, he won't be able to run away from. But then again, who said he wanted to escape... Highest: Romance #457 Copyright © 2013 Jena Becerra All rights reserved

"He's a bad boy. He's bad news" Abigail Antonias was warned as soon as she entered her fourth high school that a particular boy named Nathaniel Reece was the definition of a bad boy, and is best to just avoid. But that just made Abigail's curiousity peak. What could be so 'Bad' about him? And sometimes, the worst decisions are the best ones. (Note: Not totally cliche, believe me)

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)