Isabelle is a hard-working woman. She is a freelance photographer, and damn good at it, making a killing from photographing weddings. Her heart has been broken enough times that she has finally accepted that the only time she will see it again, is through her lens. Well... Until the best man at one of the most extravagant weddings she's worked smirks at her. He is like a walking wet dream and she can't keep her eyes off him when he's near...but he is far more than a handsome man, and when the ground shifts underneath her, she slowly realizes she's become entangled in a world so different from her own, and so dangerous, she isn't sure she'll ever get back out alive. Part of the Ammunition Series: a series of interconnected standalone stories. Can be read in any order! #1 in mobster, 16.09.21 🖤 [[ Word count: ~100 000 ]]

𝐎𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬..

[Part 1 | Completed ✓] Allea's life can be summed up in one word; waste. Looking back all she saw was a girl running behind things, things that never belonged to her. The thought of having another chance never crossed her mind, yet here she was. Staring at the reflection of her sixteen-year-old self, the time when Allea, herself, started it all. //Rebirth// /Warning;/Use of profanities./ ┉ [Ruji: Please know that my knowledge lacks, so there might be mistakes, go easy on me. Please no hate/ shit-talking in the comments. Thank you!] [ I, Ruji, take no credits of pictures or art of any kind used inside this book, all credits go to the rightful owners.] This work is only published here on wattpad and Inkitt, and all rights are under @itsrujihere. [Disclaimer: This work is only published on watt/pad and In-kitt under profile: itsrujihere. The complete rights of the work: Allea belongs under this profile and Ruji. If you're reading [Allea] on some platform other than watt/pad(Unless I, Ruji, say so) then, I'm pretty sure they are stealing my work (i.e, a site that's name start with novel), please don't support the thief.]

𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. "There's people out there who would literally turn they whole life to the side and forget all of their morals just to say they got some money in they pocket and made a way out." - Marquise "But I kept swimming. Kept tryna reach the top. Swallowing gallon after gallon of water I kept fucking swimming." - Skooby "But sometimes, when your heart been so broken, you just do what you gotta do to stop it from not beating altogether. Even if what you do ultimately makes it stop in the end."" - Chyna "I was ready to put the fork down and be my own fucking chef. growing up in the projects it was a narrow ass hallway with maybe 6 doors in total lined up, 3 of them ultimately lead to death and the other 3 lead to either fast money, slow money, or wealth." - Ana

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

Accomplishments - #806 in romance - #439 in badboy Ashes, the name that is whispered as he walks through the hall ways. Ashes the name girls moan in their sleep and if they're lucky, in his bed. Ashes, the name that everybody in the small town knew. Nobody knew his name real name, nobody knew anything about him; only what he let them know and it wasn't much. Nobody truly knew him, he was just Ashes. ---- Astrid, the name that could make a smile grace your lips. Astrid the type of girl every mother wanted as a daughter in law. Astrid the name everyone knew in the small town. Everyone knew her name, everybody enjoyed her presence in theirs; as if it was blessing. She was as simple as can be, she was just Astrid. It was a town where nobody knew how an angel could fall in love with the devil. ---- • Beautiful cover by Erotically • Inspired by The Neighborhood's album I Love You • #ProjectBadBoy {1st album book; Ashes To Astrid} {2nd album book; Poisoning Arabella} •CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE•

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

Mature Content including violence, sex, and language The gods are fighting. Mortal creatures worship and pray, scheme and plot, all in the name of their chosen deity. It is a silent war, but every war has casualties. I am one of those casualties. I have no beast in me. I am just a simple Acera girl, born into the Fifth House, under the Love goddess. My Fated is not a simple male. Thane of the First House is a Lord, a powerful Tasuri warrior and his love for me was not enough to stop the war from creeping into his heart. He rejected me. He murdered me. But that was not my end. One god took pity on me. The one god who has no House, no children, just a temple filled with thousands upon thousands of souls. Nateos, the Lord of the Underworld, Death himself. He claimed me as his daughter and gave me a name: Mara, Grief come to life. But... there is war. And, I am now a part of the battle. My new father gave me life. A home. A family. What else does a father give his only living child? I was not ready for him. But I want him.

Abused, raped and screamed at is everyday happenings for Lyra but one night she prefers to take her chances with a raging storm hoping to escape. If not at least let nature take her life instead of giving that pleasure to the abusive husband Lyra never wanted. WARNING! This story contains bad language, abuse, rape and might not be suitable for all readers. The rights for the cover belongs to me. (For once)

Because of the Fourth Great Ninja War, of the deity named Kaguya, the world almost came to an end. However, something odd happened; the past came right before their eyes, and they were living in it. When Kurama came to his senses, he saw Konoha, a masked man, Kushina, and the Fourth Hokage standing at the Hokage Monument, studying his every move. By this, Kurama supposed that he should start by changing two things: cooperating... and letting Naruto's parents live. But the real question is... who was the one that time-travelled? [Discontinued Indefinitely; Time travel; Eventual Romance; Multiple Pairings; Team 7-centric]