[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

***-Ang...-he said while he grabbed her hand. -I promise you, I'll never do this again. -I don't give a fuck anymore Jason. I really don't. If you want your wife to look like a fool then congratulations, you've managed that. -To look like a fool?! What about the fool you made out of me when you flirted with all of the men that attended the gala tonight?! -he asked furiously. -You must be joking. This is a fucking joke right? - she said now laughing. She was irresistible. She loosened her hair from her ponytail and now it was falling down her back and front reaching her perfect breasts. -Take off your dress. -he then said with dark look on his face. WHAT, she thought to herself. She looked like she forgot to breathe. -I'm not taking my clothes off, what the fuck is wrong with you?! -she managed to yell. -I'm not going to say it again, you do it or help me God I'll do it and it'll not be nice. -he said while looking at her like she's some kind of prey. **** This is a story about Angie and Jason and their arranged marriage. Story gets even more complex as Jason is a leader of East coast biggest mafia, and Angie is the daughter of West coast gang boss. After a rocky start and many obstacles along the way, the question is, will they manage to save their marriage? Mature scenes of sex, violance and abuse prevail in the story so readers are warned. The story is not suitable for those younger than 18. Everything that happened in the story is fiction and is not condoned by the author.

"And the Christmas lights serve to remind us to provide light to others during the holiday season and throughout the rest of the year. Sometimes it's hard to remain on our path, and the light shows us the way, even in the darkest of times." "And what if your life is all one big darkest time?" "Then you need to surround yourself with more light." Angela's innate ability to judge people is tested when she meets Seth, who teaches her we're not all as we seem, especially around the holidays... ----- ©2021 M.Dalto Published to Wattpad 11.24.2021 Completed 12.23.2021

To fulfill a promise to her late father, Aubrey Lynn posts an ad to hire a fake boyfriend for Christmas. But when ex-marine Knox Mikelson shows up, with his arrogant attitude and clear dislike for her, she gets more than she bargained for.

After a recent break-up ruins her tropical getaway with sophisticated ex-almost-fiancé Preston, Noelle finds herself back in her hometown, stranded two weeks before Christmas. And Hawaii is nowhere in sight! Enter Nik, the ruggedly handsome lumberjack living at the local Christmas tree farm. With love and snowflakes in the air, Nik offers Noelle a fresh perspective on the holiday and on the true meaning of love. Time to cozy up and break out the eggnog! "Absolutely heartwarming. Reads like a millennial Hallmark movie!" -Beta Reader #2 in Hulu! #2 in HolidayRomance! #6 in Holidiays! #7 in ChickLit! #13 in Christmas! ⚠️ suggestive language, mild profanity, and too many Christmas references [[50k words]] PG-13 RATED Cover Design: Kat Pace

||2022 WATTYS WINNER|| A scholar boy who denies the existence of elemental magic. A hidden princess who can control all seven elements. A mystical quill capable of rewriting both of their destinies. In the realm of Rainier where magic should no longer exist, eighteen-year-old Sebastian d'Aximos, a nobody scholar from an insignificant fishing village, finds himself accused by the Salvera Crown for using forgotten elemental magic to murder his own mother. There exists one problem with the Crown's theory, however; magic resides only in the Scribal legends about the Authors of Old, a rare race of humans who controlled the seven elements by weaving elemental threads into storybooks called Monvertas. But the Monvertas are myths; they have never been real. Yet, when Sebastian's soul cries out to the hidden heir of Rainier's Crown, Astrid Salvera, his beliefs in logic and facts are challenged. Because Astrid controls the seven elements, and she and her mother have worked to release magic back to their kingdom since it had been stolen by the enemy lands of Soleita two decades previously. Together, Sebastian and Astrid must work to find a mystical, hidden artifact: the Black Quill. A tool used by the original Author to unlock the Monverta and release its magical secrets. A tool that could redeem the realms of their world and reinstate magic. Ancient myths, prophecies of saviours and villains, and deadly trials by elements awaken to meet both Sebastian and Astrid as they work to unveil the secrets hidden from Rainier and learn the dark truths of each other. **Book 2 OUT NOW!**

Highest ranking: #16 in Paranormal The arrival of the gorgeous Sterling brothers triggers a series of gruesome, inexplicable and magical events in the small town of Willow Creek. And at the center of it all is seventeen year old Cordelia Bishop. A dabble in Wicca is all it takes for her to unearth hidden powers, and a dark, messy past-both of which are centuries old. Before she can even get a grasp on her newfound discoveries, she's hurled into a world of dark magic and blood-lust. She'll have to navigate this new world, while trying to get a handle on her budding powers, keep her family safe, deal with a blossoming romance with the smokin' hot Cal Sterling, and an uneasy relationship with his brooding older brother Kol. Throw in terrifying nightmares of past lives, and you have Cordelia's new life. The Sterlings assure her they're on the same side, but that becomes harder and harder to believe when it becomes more and more evident they're hiding something. But as Cordelia will come to understand, the past repeats itself and so do mistakes. And in order to avoid being burned at the stake, she'll have to break her old habits. Too bad old habits die hard. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @amethystnebula

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.