One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

❝Laura, gran amiga de la libertad, (de las drogas y la complicidad). Eras la chica más verdadera que uno podría encontrar (en esta triste y falsa ciudad). Eras, Laura Eras.❞

Histeria fue retirada de Wattpad por motivos de edición y publicación con Penguin Random House. Ya está en físico! Lo podés conseguir en las librerías de Argentina u online con envío a tu país por www.tematika.com o www.cuspide.com. Nos vemos en físico! 1 minuto. 60 segundos. Explosión. Me despido de mi cordura. Una guitarra ¿O son ambas?. Lloyd y Mattew. El sonido de la cuerda vibra y también lo hace mi interior. Se acerca y los gritos son tan fuertes que pierdo la capacidad de ubicarme. El escenario se enciende desde atrás y parecen aparecer en un segundo de silencio sostenido por los gritos. Ya el tiempo no existe. Es una infinitud efímera. Tal y como la imaginaba. 0 minutos. 0 segundos. Histeria. Está allí. ¿Estoy soñando? Alza una mano al aire y con la otra sostiene el micrófono. Su silueta a contraluz. Sombrero de cowboy, pantalones ajustados. Mientras mi cuerpo se exalta y mi mente se deja llevar por el todo de este momento mis ojos, a doce metros, lo observan profundamente y las luces que antes los dejaban a contraluz ahora los iluminan con tanta intensidad que todo se aclara. Y ahora comprendo. -¡Buenas noches Philadelphia! Es real. Mattew Sadler es real. FRASE BONUS: 'Yo en cambio, soy de esa clase de chicas que odian amar el amor, que ama por que lo odia, de esas que les sobran razones entremezcladas y le faltan pretextos para desmentirlo. Soy de las que siempre se enamoran del equivocado y eso está bien. Por que algún día conoceré al mejor error de mi vida y será tan increíble como todas las estrellas del cielo.' Les advierto. Esta es una novela para fanáticos, si no son fanáticos de nada no lo van a aguantar y/o no lo van a entender. QUEDAN ADVERTIDOS. Cualquier relación con la realidad y otra novela es pura coincidencia... o ya veremos. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS ©.

El escuadrón de los marginados fue retirada de Wattpad por motivos de edición y publicación con Penguin Random House. En diciembre saldrá en digital, y cuando la cosa remonte, saldrá en físico. La edición digital que lanzaremos en diciembre se viene editadísima, con nuevos diálogos y tratamientos. BOOKTRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kpu6RIkbAVc&t=1s Margaery fumaba, sus pitadas eran como soles. A cada pitada acababa con su vida y nunca ver a alguien acabar con su vida fue algo tan hermoso. Fue ahí cuando lo supe y todo esto comenzó. A veces me pregunto si es ella lo que realmente me atrae o la máscara que ella construye de si misma para ocultar su verdadero agujero negro pero lo interesante de Margaery es que nada parece importarle y ahí es donde todas mis teorías parecen congelarse y ponerse en duda. Si nada le importa ¿entonces por que utiliza su sudadera para proteger su cuerpo de esa forma? Las mangas estiradas, su capucha puesta... Me gusta imaginar que la capucha en su cabeza es su máscara, su escudo...su método de protección contra todo. Lo desprecia todo tanto como yo y eso lo se con tan solo observarla, no necesito hablarlo con ella para comprobarlo. Margaery es rebelde aunque no de esas que pretenden serlo para ser distintas, ella desafía el presente permaneciendo en él de manera exagerada y quizá eso también es algo que admiro de ella. Margaery White cree que es invisible sin embargo todo en ella exige cierta atención. Y la mía la tiene de sobra. Para todo aquél que se sienta incomprendido, solo, imperfecto, miserable. Todos ustedes merecen ser comprendidos. Y esta es mi prueba: The Outcast Squad. Tyler Dobson. BORRADOR. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020

A special epilogue series exploring the life of Hamelia and their four teenage kids; Briar, Atticus, Greyson and Mariah. This is not an origin story! (None of these chapters are in chronological order, nor tell a story. It is just simple fun individual chapters) If this is all confusing you, read the Malignant trilogy first to know know who Hamelia is. Trilogy order is below! HARRY AND AMELIA ORIGIN STORY; BOOK 1- Malignant BOOK 2- Hideaway BOOK 3- Devotion