Completed! This isn't the first time love had a roommate. It's been five years since the death of her parents and 19-year-old Lillian Camel still mourns their loss while battling with mental illness. Cooped up in her aunt's house, she embarks on a one-girl mission to survive university and get her bachelor's degree as a fashion designer. But she is not going alone. She will need the willpower to face the demons that are coming along with her. But a breakdown in the dormitory system sets Lillian off to a decade-old abandoned dorm to room with the mysterious Noah Sky. Friendly, observant, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trait of secrets with Lillian - secrets that haunt his past. However, they're not the only ones. The dorm has a few of its own. [[Word count: 90,000 - 95,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains semi-mature themes, language and sexual content ©All Rights Reserved

Copyright © 2013 by Lilibeth_A All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book There's only two things Clarissa Fontanilla Alvaro wanted her whole life: to get away from her mother's unexplained hatred and to find her father. Now that she turned 18 she makes plans to find her biological father. She travels to Italy and not only finds her father but she also catches the attention of Adriano Rossi, the son of the notorious italian mobster. There's only one thing she must understand, once you get involved with the mafia, there's no going back.

Seventeen year old, Cavonte Carter has a dream of becoming the next big thing. The goal of becoming a rapper which is a one out of a million chance. Almost every black guy you know says he gonna make it in the music industry. Some actually do. Cavonte has to face obstacles that's getting away of his dream. His mom is rarely home so he has to take care of his sister since their Dad died. The difference between a real friend and the fake ones. Money issues. School and to top it all off pressure. Fifteen year old, Santana Diego, has known Cavonte most of her life. He's her brothers best friend. When she moves back in to live with her Dad and stepmother after being away for two years, old feelings surface. She has always had a crush on Cavonte since she was eleven years old. He never noticed her the way she wanted him to. Now that she has grown up she feels as if maybe she has a chance with him. COVER MADE BY: CheshireGale

Blaze; the boyish but seductive daughter of Reese and Francisco Capone. She was a partyer, and not only did she love to party on the floor but she always loved it in bed, and she also would love to punch Jay Brenalds in the face. The only reason why she knew him and had to be in his presence almost every day was because he and her older brother, Mayne, had been best friends since they were infants. The man truly annoyed her, and it didn't help that he was two years older than her so he felt he had some type of 'authority'. Even though he was 21 and she was only 19 she could still put him in the hospital. But it was fine; she had Brooke, his cousin and her best friend, to help keep him in check. Jay was an only child; his make believe brother just happened to be his best friend, Mayne. The two were like two peas in a pod, inseparable, especially during a mission. Jay's Dad worked for Mayne's parent's organization as a tracker often and that allowed him and Mayne to work as assassins. They helped kill the worst of the criminals for the government and got paid for it. It was easy money. Blaze was completely content with being oblivious of their double life but of course she just had to get thrown in it. All she wanted to do was get some fried chicken from Mr. Brenalds; instead she ends up seeing Mayne slit someone's neck while Jay snapped another's. If that doesn't make you lose your appetite... ~ "Jay, if you touch my fucking boob I will cut your hand off." I threatened, staring at the body part with a very life-threatening glare. Jay thought over it for a minute, his eyes moving from his hand to my breasts multiple times. His hand then moved forward and grabbed my boob. I stared up at him in shock, and my anger was just rising as time went by. I was going to kill him. "That is why I was born with two, Blaze." Cover by @Eveninglatte

Jessica. An 18 year old girl living at home in order to take care of her little sister. In the day and age that jessica lives in, America is run by the government, who is controlled by mobs. One large mob in particular, in Virginia. The leader of this gang is named Joe Copland. Jessicas father works for Mr. Copland. Joe is walking down the street admiring his city. His pride and joy everything that he and his father had ever worked for. When he see's a young girl and what looked to be her sister walking down the same street. When he passed the little girl was laughing and yelled hello in his direction. The elder girl smiled and looked up at him and smiled a brillant beautiful smile at him and said hello also. From then on he wanted that girl. He didn't care how old she was, or what she wanted. He wanted her. and what he wants he gets.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Isabel Mendez was about to turn 21 yrs old. Instead of celebrating her milestone with a party or going out with her friends like most young adults, she is seeking food and shelter instead. Abused and molested numerous times by her neglectful mother's two boyfriends, she runs away hitting the streets of Dorchester in Boston, MA. Learning to fend for herself she lands various jobs to survive even if it could land her in jail. Aiden and Brayden O'Brien are twin brothers who are well known among the city of Boston. With their affiliation to the Irish mob because of their grandfather and father, they pretty much own the city, including restaurants, a construction and development firm and an Import & Export company which is one of the biggest one in the country. Though they were raised in the mob mentality, they both keep their noses clean, at least they try too. What happens when these brothers intervene in Isabel's life practically saving her? Will she thank them for their help or do what she does best...run away? "Isabel, why can't you let us help you? Must you always find something wrong with everyone who tries to do so?" Aiden screams frustrated. "Yes!" she screams back. "Why?" I ask cautiously. "Because. I don't trust anyone. Every time I have I was let down, hit or taken advantage off. Why should you both be any different?" We both looked at each other and sighed taking a step closer to her. "We are not them Isabel and sooner or later you are going to have to let someone take care of you. We want to be the ones too. Please let us. We want you, in every way." Aiden grabs her hand pulling her over to them. "We want all of you, give us a chance to show you that you can be loved." I whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't say no, knowing that if she ran we would find her. We always did. We put our claim on her. We put the word out that anyone who looks or touches her is a dead man. She's our possession now.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*