What would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stumbled across an imaginable crime that he committed. - "I like you.. I like you a lot" I said shaking in fear as I stared into the gun burrow. The man chuckled darkly, for the first time since I met him. "Even now when you're inches from death." He asked. "E-Even now." I said, my lungs filling up with burning air as the gun is moved and pressed into my temple. "Then you're more of a psycho than I am."

A story on how Bia and Erik become better people Redemption arcs Warning: Explicit sex scenes, cursing, dark themes and topics. For MATURE audiences only. (not completed )

There's no better love than self love. So say something nice about yourself today, queen. And king. 👑👑👑

Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****

I Nia Gardson hated Aiden Thomas with all my guts, and I'm sure he hated me too. With his blonde hair, icy blue eyes and that smirk of his, it really got to me. And when he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel something other than hatred, maybe lust? But it couldn't be because I am not attracted to Aiden Thomas in any way. He is an arrogant douche, and trust me, I wasn't his type. He went for anything with a pretty face. And I for one, didn't care what he thought of me. Aiden Thomas just really got under my skin, and I didn't like it... "I probably sound insecure and scary right now, but that's what happens when boys get under your skin. They make you feel things you've never felt before and it completely fucks up your mind." Find out what happens to the two opposites and fall in love with their weird love. Their weird Hate, Their Weird Relationship.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Younger Sister of a soon to be football star Daya Price is a sophomore who spends her time listening to music from the golden age of hip hop and collecting black icon tees, that go great with her head full of braids. She's never been kissed, never been claimed, and never not looking at people's lives. Despite her brother's status on her school's football team, she finds he self crushing on football players that is until she befriends a junior pothead Ziyah Daniels UPDATES SUNDAY AND WEDNESDAY © 2019 Eliza Thomas/Miss unsung

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

He reminded her of a tiger- no a lion- always ready to pounce, never thinking once about their prey. Once upon a time, she was that prey. He hated her. He stalked her. He wanted her. She wanted him. They wanted each other. She was the gazelle, the wounded zebra the herd left behind. In other words, there was no way she was escaping this beast. But, somehwere in the mix of sex, hatred, and completely unnecessary outings, something else started to make itself know inside her. It made her want him more, and she already knew he wanted her with everything that was in him even though he refused that notion with every single fibre of his being. All the more, it was still there, and that left one thing. That one thing was to finally get together then, and now right? Wrong. It's all fun and games till somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now....