E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

"I fucking hate you" "I fucking hate you more" "I fucking hate how hard I wanna fuck you right now" "fucking do it then, bitch" WARNING: sexual content extreme dirty talk

HIGHEST RANK #3 TEEN FICTION 12/11/19 [FIRST 6 CHAPTERS UNDER MAJOR EDITING - pls continue further before giving up xoxo] ❝ You weren't kidding about having straight As,❞ is probably one of the last things I want to hear from a guy while we're stranded on an island at night in the rain with my now semi-transparent shirt clinging to my body. But to be honest, it's one of the smaller problems I've had so far at Pemberton Academy. -- Daisy Sorenson is a new transfer to the illustrious halls of Pemberton Academy, ruled by the notoriously rich and gorgeous Top Four: Parker Lennox, Holden Vermont, Logan Green and Stephanie Carter. A coincidence, followed by an impulsive decision hurls her headfirst into yacht parties, a rich boy's jersey, a fake relationship, being marooned on an island in the middle of the night and possibly even love. If there's one thing that's for sure, it's that her wish for a quiet, drama-free senior year has gone up in flames. - i guarantee it isn't as cliche as it sounds pls give me a chance xoxo COMPLETE: 4 Jul 2020

#1 in Popular 29th March 2020 #1 in Teen Romance 19th Oct 2019 & September 08 2020 #1 in Bad Boy on 17th Oct 2019 #1 in Teen Love on 15th Oct 2019 #1 in Mature Themes on 14th Oct 2019 WARNING WARNING: This book contains mature sexual scenes, swearing and witty remarks. "If kiss you, will you reject me?" His voice was barely a whisper and it sent tingles down my spine. I could smell whiskey and mint on his breath. "I'd never reject you," A game between Brody Jackson And Ivy Jones. They hate each other, that's clear. They want to kill each other, that's also clear. But what's not clear is this gravitational pull they have towards each other that no matter how hard they try to resist it they can't control it. Whether it's throwing punches, insults or kisses, it sure has its benefits.

A prince, rumored to be son of the Devil. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? *** Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes but for Hazel, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be Son of the Devil. *Mature content.

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

"I need your help." He was obviously drunk, and I was obviously confused. "What the fu-" Mason pushed a hand to my mouth. "Shhh," he shushed me loudly, "someone's gonna hear us, Maddy." He could not be serious. ••• A drunken boy sneaking into Morgan Collins' room was all it took for her life to turn around. Now she had to deal with a very moody bad boy and the problems/ drama that rolled with him. Could she handle the drama? Could she possibly save him? Most importantly, who the fuck was Maddy? Now published and available for purchase! How to Save a Bad Boy: A Teen Romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644341476/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AEAP3CYHRGBAKKHXBN2D