[Completed] [EDITED] *REALLY MATURE THEME* *MIGHT TRIGGER SOME* Jaxon Hunt. Gangster. Fighter. Player. Drug dealer. Jordan Johnson. Starting college. Sweet, sometimes. Smart mouth. Makes friends everyday without trying. And keeps Jaxon coming back for her. She makes him want to have her by his side the whole time and gets very possessive of her. •••••••••• "I can easily kill you. You don't know my life and you don't know what I live for. And you don't know what I do. So I can easily kill you with this." Then out of the blue he pulled out a gun. A fuckin gun. My eyes grew huge and held the knife tighter. "Get out." I hissed. He smirked then place the gun next to my head. "Now why would I want to leave?" "Because it's my house and I'm kicking you out." Then I placed the knife on his stomach. He looked down and then looked back at me. His smirk grew bigger. "Want to play that game?"... *highest rank so far- number 3 (08-23-17)* *needs tissues and torches later on* *Mature theme* *Cussing*

Felicity has a secret, one that would make her college roommate extremely jealous - she knows one of the hottest stars in the music industry: Sawyer Reeves...or rather, she knew him, as they used to be best friends. She would never forgive him for stealing the fame that was meant to be hers. ***** When Sawyer Reeves was signing his name on a lucrative record deal, Felicity was mourning the loss of her brother. When Sawyer was playing sold-out arena shows to thousands of adoring fans, she was attending therapy sessions to cope with the trauma she'd experienced. Felicity vowed to never touch a piano again, and to never forgive Sawyer for betraying her - no matter how close he tries to get to her heart. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by Ray Gardener

"You mean your entire college career depends on me?" Axel laughs, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe..." I grumble, keeping my eyes on the floor. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." ••••• In the college of UCLA, there's one man who runs the show. Axel McSmith, the star quarter back of the football team. With girls constantly dropping at his feet and his twinkling blue eyes, Skylar Black is not looking forward to the next three months. Due to her volunteer hours not adding up, Skylar has to be taught by Axel how to cook or else she doesn't graduate. It's a nightmare to end all nightmares. But why should she be scared? It's only her whole future relying on the reckless QB... ••••• #1 Chicklit #1 Teen fiction #3 Romance

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy

#1 in Romance, 23rd May 2020 "Precious, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you're never going on that date." And before I could process anything, his lips were on mine and everything else faded away. .......... He's the calm to her storms. She's his anchor of stability in this world of chaos. When Sydney arrives at her dream college after a reclusive high school year, she has no intention of carrying the past with her. Enter Noah Parker. The playboy incarnate with looks to match. Sydney Lewis. Noah Parker. Sassy girl meets egoistic jerk. Who hasn't heard the story before? But this time, there is a twist. A secret lies in Sydney's past. Buried and waiting. With an increasing curve of chance encounters with the college playboy and seemingly aligned fates, her past threatens to obliterate her future. But there is a bigger problem waiting for Sydney: she's falling for Noah. Hard. She knows what it means to go for the win, but getting love means spilling her secrets. Can Sydney pay the price?

What happens when you owe a billionaire a huge amount of debt? Try to pay back? But what if he wants service in return? Thomas Raymond doesn't want Emberly Rae to pay back; instead he wants her to be at his son's service all the time and everywhere. Meet Arran Raymond; hardworking CEO of world's leading company and party-hard Casanova aka man-whore at night time. For Arran money doesn't hold any value, he truly believes if you work hard then you ought to party hard. Thomas is sick and tired of his son scandals appearing on every newspaper in the morning. For him only Emberly can change that. Ever since Arran found out about his father's intention he promised himself to take revenge on him by making Emberly life a living hell. How can Emberly repay by 'babysitting' Arran? How will she manage to spend time with annoying, arrogant, full-of-himself and cocky Casanova? ❦❦❦❦❦ ✓= Chapters are edited by various talented editors. Thank you so much for editing :) x

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.