In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

Against my better judgment, I answer, "Look I told you, you have the wrong number," I say a bit too harshly. "I wish I was the girl you were looking for but I'm not." "You do, huh?" His husky voice fills my ear again and I shiver. What the hell is he going on about? "What are you talking about?" I ask confused. "That you wish you were the girl I was looking for," he says amused. I groan remembering exactly what I said and palm my face, "I said that huh?" "Uh huh!" *** Fallon Mathews is a waitress who works entirely too hard and too much. She is pretty, smart, and not shy. Alexander Grant is the owner of one of the hottest clubs around- which just so happens to be the same club that Fallon likes to go to in her free time. Oh did I also mention that he is the son of a well-known CEO? A billionaire? No!? Well, he is. He isn't a player, but he does sleep around a lot. After all, he is single. What happens after he is given the wrong number that just so happens to be, Fallon's? Love, friendship, heartache, drama, and tragedy all in one! **WARNING** There most likely will be lots of errors! This story is for mature readers ONLY! [18+] **This story contains violence, strong sexual content, strong language, and adult themes.** If you do not like these things, please do not attempt to read them. Thank you! Readers discretion IS advised!!! This story belongs to me and is ONLY posted on Wattpad and should not be found anywhere else. Please inform me if you see this story anywhere other than on here and under my profile, thank you!

"But Angelo, I love you and we could be together and we won't have to abort our baby." I sobbed my eyes becoming red. "Raina, listen it's not Ours that's your responsibility and secondly I'm sorry, I can't return those feelings...we fucked that's all there was to it." He spurt coldly and my heart broke it a million pieces making me cry even more when he left banging my office door. - Raina Williams a preachers kid, who believes in love, a successful lawyer. She just finished college and is currently working at a well-known law firm. She meets Angelo Le roux, her bosses son from Netherlands, the arrogant billionaire bachelor who doesn't do commitment. He doesn't have to sweep her off her feet to get her into bed. She gets pregnant and he tells her off to get an abortion.. but does she really ? she is after all a preachers kid.

Deadly assassins Allegra and Ace have been trying in vain to kill each other for years. With a mutual enemy threatening their mafias, they find themselves in an unexpected alliance, and soon discover killing each other isn't the only temptation they need to resist... ****** Allegra Grey is poised to be the next great American mafia leader, and she's more than living up to the name. A skilled assassin, there's only one target who's ever gotten away from her-suave, sinfully handsome Ace De Luca, heir to the Italian mafia and the Greys' biggest rival. When both mafias are faced with a dangerous threat, they're forced to work together to protect their families, and unexpected sparks fly. Allegra definitely isn't one to sleep with the enemy, especially an arrogant womanizer like Ace. But there's an undeniable electricity between them and Allegra's not sure it's all hatred. Ace may be bad news, but Allegra's never been afraid of a little danger. As the fire they're playing with grows to a scorching blaze, one thing is clear: trying to kill each other may have been difficult, but resisting this intense chemistry will be impossible. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes, violence and gore

Book 1 of the Blackstone Inc Series • • • "Well," he paused, and I was suddenly captivated by his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip before he continued, "I'm Dominic Blackstone, but you can call me Dom or Sir." • • • Dominic Blackstone is the 35-year-old CEO of Blackstone Incorporated, a man who reigns over Dallas from the top floor of his sleek, twenty-five-story high-rise. Powerful, magnetic, and utterly in control, he's the kind of man who commands attention the moment he enters a room. With chiseled good looks, a voice that drips authority, and the wealth to match his ambition, Dominic could have any woman he wanted, a force to be reckoned with. He's a textbook Type A: dominant, driven, and emotionally untouchable. His life is carefully curated, every detail refined, every move calculated. He doesn't make room for vulnerability. He doesn't fall. Until he meets her-and everything he thought he controlled begins to unravel in the most irresistible way. ----- Genevieve Carlyle is a 22-year-old woman from New Orleans with big dreams and a sharp mind to match. In her final year of college, she's determined to carve out a name for herself in the business world-usually so fierce, focused, and full of ambition. But when tragedy hits too close to home, everything changes. She walks away from the life she thought she was building and relocates to Dallas, searching for stability in the chaos. What she doesn't expect is to stay. But fate has other plans. A twist of circumstance lands her a job at Blackstone Incorporated-working directly under the enigmatic CEO himself, Dominic Blackstone. As his personal assistant, Genevieve quickly learns that ambition isn't the only thing she'll be navigating... especially with a boss who's equal parts maddening and magnetic. • • • Will Dominic and Genevieve be able to remain professional, or will passions fly? Will Dominic's past come to snatch Genevieve away? And if so, will she give in to temptation?

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

M A T U R E C O N T E N T #1 in Romance 12/22/18 "Do you feel that?" He said quietly next to my ear. I struggled as more tears stained my cheeks. "The tingles..." I froze at his words, "I feel it too." "I don't know w-what you're talking about." A small gasp left my lips when his mouth stopped inches from my neck. "Don't lie." He half whispered against my skin. My body melted into his in a way that I couldn't comprehend. His very touch halted every fiber in my body from resisting. He had me, whether I liked it or not, we were two halves of something greater.

"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.