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•

[WARNING IT IS BEING EDITED] So, I'm sitting on my couch, watching paranormal activity 4 and spilling popcorn when ever I get scared. Then someone knocks on my door. I open it and standing on my porch a sexy man god. You would think that it would be great that a total hottie maybe 1 year older than you was standing outside your door but what do you do when he suddenly picks you up and carries you to his car and puts you in locking you inside. Well that's what happened to me, I Nicole Davis was kidnapped by a sexy mangod. What the actual hell. [Story will be edited when finished]

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."