This book is filled with one shots from Agent 37 to the Poison Ivy. #56 in Fanfic 5/5/17 #5 in dccomics 10/5/18

⭐️Romance Hot List: highest rank #20⭐️ She is shy. He is brave. She hides in the shadows. He lives in the spotlight. She wished for a fairy tale ending. He wants to grasp life by the horns. Stefan Steel-a former navy S.E.A.L., a hero, and every girls dream. He recently inherits his grandfathers vast fortunes making him one of the most popular, sought after, eligible bachelors in the country. One day he is approached to protect a girl, Camelia St. James. A threat, an enemy, emerges from the ashes to extract his revenge against the St. James family and the prime target is Camelia. Stefan goes undercover and names himself Kent. He changes his appearance and poses as her bodyguard until the threat is eradicated. She doesn't recognize Stefan although their paths have crossed countless times. And both of them are hiding their own secrets, secrets that may alter their destiny's. But nothing will prove quite as complicated as the potent attraction brewing between Camelia and her bodyguard. No matter how closed off she is like the delicate petals of the flower that represent her name, Stefan is determined to keep her safe and peel the many layers surrounding, Her heart...Her body...and Her soul. Will it be too late when she learns the truth? Will she have the chance at the fairy tale she secretly hoped for but never believed would come true? Or will the enemy hunt her down and get to her first? Always be careful what you wish for... Life's greatest lessons are learned at the worst times. Spin-off His Series: ***Can be read in any order*** His Yasmina His Duchess His Hope

A Recipe for a Disaster Serving 6 Ingredients: 1 lb. Brute of a Sinfully Gorgeous Boss 1 lb. Shy Beautiful Broken Waitress 2 tbsp. Gorgeous Matchmaking Sister 1 1/4 tsp. of Dreamy Crush 1 cup of Sassy Best Friend 1 bowl of Melted Chocolate Method: Add Brute of a Boss and Broken Waitress to a large bowl together with a bowl of warm molten Chocolate. Stir well before adding Matchmaking Sister to the mixture. Heat one cup of Best Friend in a saucepan before drizzling over the mixture and again, stir well. Finally, for a burst of flavor garnish with a 1/4 cup of Crush. Do enjoy! --------★ UNEDITTED ˙˙˙˙˙˙ Highest Rank: #1 in Romance - 10/08/22 Highest Rank: #2 in General Fiction - 21/05/17 All Rights Reserved.

❝She's a live wire.❞ ━ suicide squad ━ harley quinn

"I want to get to know you." He said, slowly scanning my face, with a glint of seductive in his eyes. I swallowed hard. "In what way?" "Everyway." he replied in a tone that had warmth pooling in between my legs involuntarily. **************************************** I didn't know that he was mine, for a great power had made that choice for me. He was the future Alpha of the most powerful pack on the East Coast, the Raven Pack He was confident, sexy, and had power like none other, everything that girls swoon over. Me on the other hand? I was a human, born to lead the East council to follow after my father. Feisty, determined, and smarty pants was my middle name. When I met him, I knew my whole world would change. Who's this guy I'm speaking about? His name is Rayne. And he's my mate. He's all mine And I'm all his. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT WILL BE FOUND Read at your own risk...

. . . . . While every other room was filled with your typical everyday school supplies, his was more of a play room than anything else. Like some kind of sex dungeon for those people with sex kinks would have. His hand lightly grasped my neck, as he applied light pressure. I was scared this was our last session, before he was going to drop me like the rest of his woman. I let my fingers trail down his torso, to the hem of boxers, wanting to go further than that. We were so close, I could smell his after aftershave. His jaw line that clinched whenever he was angry, making it much more entertaining in class. I was getting impatient with his slow pace, so I decided to make the first move. As soon as our lips connected, I could feel the guilt. But it was too late, all I could do now was enjoy, while it lasted. . .

❝ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ, ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ?❞ ʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ❝ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ɪᴛ❞ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡʟʏ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ɪs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪs sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴇx-ᴡɪғᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ sɪʟʟʏ ʙᴀʟʟᴇʏ ʀᴇᴄɪᴛᴀʟs, ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴄᴇ sᴋᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴍᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ - ʜᴇ's ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ 2016 ©

all i've done defeats me //rooftops with miles// [sequel to brown haired boy] friday, may 1st: #2 in short story

❝―black don't crack, boo.❞ © lofangs [completed]