She's a sassy badass. He's a cold-hearted badboy. She's the new girl. He's the school's player. She's fiercely loyal. He's frantically protective. She hates the rich and privileged with a passion. He couldn't care less about money. She's a killer. He's a hunter. She needs saving. He needs finding. She's an assassin. He's a gang leader. She's Genesis Carino He's Thorn Kingston. They need each other. They just don't know it. ___ My gorgeous cover was made by @awesomeismymidname

"I may be a reverends daughter, but I know lots of things." His eyes widen. MATURE CONTENT.

Imagine being apart of the experience. Imagine being alongside your favourite people within the Peaky Blinders gang. Imagine what that would be like... Because once you are in. You are in the Peaky Blinders FOREVER (16/12/17) (I don't do imagines with specific names, but if you have a story line or a character you wanted to read more of - feel free to comment or message me)

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...

all imagines can originally be found on my tumblr @ birminghamblinders !! hope you enjoy :)

Stefano Valentino Eldest Son of the Italian Mafia Family. He's 26 year old arrogant, possessive and sexually frustrated man. He's dangerous, handsome and appealing. Cathalina Petrov Bodyguard. 24. Portrays a strong persona but deep inside, she is hurting. She has a dark past. One which she wishes to get rid of but years of abuse don't fade away so easily. Although she's hurting, she's a fighter, she's strong and protect the ones she cares about and to top it all off is sexually frustrated. Cathalina becomes the personal bodyguard of Stefano Valentino. Will he find out about her past? But what is her past? Will she be able to do her job? Or will they fall in love? But with the Mafia, there's always blood. Read to see what happens.

Just as a disclaimer, these are not written by me. I may post my own work and I will let you know if it is, but for now it is not.CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. I hope you enjoy!

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

i don't consider you my number one priority.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Reed?" "Yes?" "This is Mr. Dallosure, your daughters English teacher. I'm sorry to inform you, but Willa's grades are quit low, and I'd hate to see such a bright student fail my class. So I'm calling to suggest a tutor for support in your child's education." "Oh, my. Well, yes, if you suggest it then I'll do anything to help her grades come up. Who would be her mentor then?" "I would be, of course. No body knows the material I teach as well as myself, ma'am. Would every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday be open to Willa Reed's schedule?" "Absolutely."