"She lived a perfect life. Until his eyes found hers. Now, every night ends with a rose... and a threat she can't name." Aria Verma knows how to smile for the world, the polished daughter of a powerful family, too quiet for the noise around her. Riaan Fernandez doesn't chase. He appears. A man people don't speak about too loudly. He is older, powerful, and always watching and When he sets his eyes on Aria, it's not romance. It's a decision. What begins as fascination grows into something possessive. Riaan doesn't ask to be let in he appears, surrounds, consumes. Escape feels impossible. In the end, she doesn't flee. She chooses. She becomes. This isn't a story of love saving someone from the dark. This is the story of a girl who learned to breathe inside it.

Kicking sand into a black girl's fresh braids probably wasn't the best way to make friends for six-year-old Marshall Stone. In fact, that's how he found a rival. Love Lewis has always disliked the boy that had her mother on a rampage when she came home with sandy hair in the first grade. She thought that would be the first and last she'd be seeing of him. Oh, how lucky she is to continue the rest of her elementary, middle, and high school years with him. Imagine the relief she felt when they began attending different colleges - ten minutes away from each other but far enough for her. Two years of only having to see him at basketball games and the occasional party turned into the result of maybe his worst idea to date. When Marshall Stone decides to rope her into a not-so-well-thought-out plan to fool his father and soon-to-be-step-mother into thinking he has a girlfriend, Love couldn't be more confused. She's sure he has girls falling at his feet, ready to throw themselves at him, completely willing to fake a relationship just for some alone time with him. So why her? Unfortunately, Marshall doesn't even know the answer to that question. But who said you can't find Love when you least expect it? Copyright © MIDNXGHTSUN

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 ]]

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

(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."

Shorter chapters so don't let the amount of chapters keep you from starting this story. She had everything planned out until the father of one of her students showed up in her classroom. Others would have been ecstatic to meet the lead singer to a famous country music band but not Caroline. She isn't as much of a country music fan. His music skills aren't what intrigued her but the chemistry between them that inspires her to write his next album. Cody Reid is restless and unhappy in his marriage. He married too young but followed his dreams despite being a father and husband. Two lives crash together and lives are changed forever. https://www.wattpad.com/story/179941462-sweet-caroline-a-completed-steamy-romance Edits done by @hannahbananalc Copyright © 2020 by Grace Madden All Rights Reserved.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

#1 in Romance (23.05.20) A WATTPAD ROMANCE FEATURED STORY. "So the kiss was just a mistake?" "Yes." she nodded her head as if just the words weren't enough for him to understand. He looked at her for a moment and then turned around and started to walk away. She let out a sigh of relief as now finally there was some distance between them but then he suddenly turned around and with his hands on either side of her head on wall she was trapped. Again! -------- He likes control. She is uncontrollable with an equally uncontrollable imagination. He hates disobedience. She never obeys...atleast not without a fight or asking her thousand and one questions. He is punctual. She is always late...but never more than 5 minutes. So what would happen when this workaholic business tycoon, Liam Richardson would cross paths with a beautiful and feisty Evangeline Rose. Sparks are bound to fly with humour in the air. An office romance. A roller coaster ride of laughter, anxiety, questions, answers, love, separation and union. Word count : 67, 954 approx. Beautiful cover designed by @MilkweedSinthesky started on: 26 April '20 Completed on: 19 June '20

(Wattpad Picks - Up and Coming List - 06.07.2018) There are three things Dalia is sure of about her life. She will always refuse to join her Mother's ranks, her luck is absolute shit, and her boss might be in the running to beat that wench as The Devil. When one giant mishap forces her into a massive debt, she has no choice but to stick it out with a boss that's hellbent on making her pay for it. But is there no more to The Devil than just a brooding demeanor and an ill temperament? Or can he help Dalia finally find a place to ground her? With the Red-Haired heathen on her heels and what she deems as indefinite servitude to pay off her debts, Dalia is about to find out. **Warning** There is strong language included. Possible triggers: Assault, Homelessness, some violence. I will also be keeping any author notes at an all-time low to maintain a steady story flow. Have questions? Feel free to comment or PM me! (All rights reserved) [Cover Design Credit to @seyachowdhury]

Amanda decided to help her brother's bestfriend to stop his wedding and in order to do that she must act like a pregnant women. Though she manages to help him, she herself gets into a problem, a problem of falling in love with a Mafia leader named Xavier. Xavier Lucian believes that anything he sets his eyes on is his, and when he sees Amanda in a restaurant with four guys lets say he wanted her no matter what. But he didn't know that even god was planning their meeting. ~ All pictures belong to the rightful owners~