"Babygirl deep breaths ok?" I nod looking up to his eyes, the blue outline calming my nervous state. "Answer me when i speak to you" "Y-yes daddy" he smirks running his finger over my blushed cheeks, leaning closer I feel his hot breath, fan over my face as he lowers his plump lips to mine then steps away disregarding the whereabouts off his jacket, chucking the denim material on the back of his bedroom door then proceeding to sit patiently at the edge of the bed beaconing me towards him.

"What if the one that got away came back?" Sometimes, a second chance at a perfectly imperfect love presents itself when you are at your most vulnerable state, and you can't help but remember that nothing worth keeping comes without a price. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • THE ROYALS SERIES, pt. 3 Shevon L. presents the much awaited sequel to The Lonely King, the first book of The Royals Series. Copyrighted. Model on the Cover: Auguste Abeliunaite, who plays Alexandra Knight in the novel.

He's popular. She's a prankster. He's hot. She sexy. Their both born Alphas.Taylor is a 18 year old normal teenager, except for the part that she is a Werewolf that still hasn't got her mate.This is a story about two werewolves Taylor and Mason, their both from the two strongest packs Luna Eclipse and Nightwalker pack. What will they do when they find out they are Mates. I update regularly

His deep emerald green eyes had long ago dispersed. A deep obsidian black pooled into his eyes from the anger I had caused him. His muscles flexed through the tight fitted shirt he had on. I might have ogled at them if I wasn't standing in the situation I was now. His head cocked slightly to the side as a sinister smirk crept onto his lips. His next words would have made any normal girl faint with delight. It only made me wanna run for the hills. "Your mine Vendetta! Only mine! Do you understand that? Or do I need to lock you up in my room?" , his deep voice boomed through the room. His eyes twinkled darkly looking for a challenge. I stood tall looking up at him with determination coursing my veins. "You don't own me Diesel Wilder. And you never will." , I spat back with venom dripping off my tongue. His face contorted as a vicious snarl erupted from his lips. A blood curdling scream echoed through the room. Only it was my scream... But the canines in my neck belonged to him...

Vienna faces the truth that her boyfriend has sex with other women and treats her like a third-rate convenience. She grabs all her clothes and tells him goodbye. Her confidence is shot. Her genius in the tech world has not been discovered, and the breakup makes her late to serve drinks at the Buccieri Casino, placing her in front of the Buccieri head. Donato requests that she joins him, a request she cannot refuse. With a gun to her head, the privilege thrusts Vienna into the middle of an all-out war. She can never leave. Donato chooses her bed. Left with no choice but to stay, Vienna accepts her new life and must earn the respect of the Buccieri name.

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

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It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.