|18+ CONTENT| "Impossible loves.. I am very much afraid they can become an addiction." *** The money. The power. The respect. It is all just family business. And it is blood and revenge that makes The Family whole.. Guns and weapons that make it complete. With a vow that has no limits, Nathan is ready to do anything to protect his family. Kill every soul that dares to step between them, and die if it means protecting them.. But it is her.. It is all for her. The sacred fortune of the della Broderies. His Achilles heel. The very poison and cure to his obsession.. His one impossible love.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

"Shh... Just a little bit more," I told her, unable to separate my lips from hers. A smile appeared on her lips as she straightened taller on her tip toes. It had been days since I last had her in my arms. I wasn't letting go just like that. I had this girl; a woman that had me enchanted for all I knew.. Dark brown hair, and green eyes that seemed to be grabbing my soul whenever they looked back in mine. With this girl, the electricity I needed to jump start my heart never stopped. Because, this woman... She was always a mystery to me. No matter how much time I spent with her, she was something new. Something different. Pure, raw, untouched. Each of her words were precious, her laughter -- a remedy, and the feel of her body was what healed me. I saw wildness in her eyes, yet felt gentle passion under her fingers. A heart of flame, a soul that played like mine. I felt those sparks under her every touch, and held her closer each time, knowing that I may not feel it in days, knowing that every minute with this girl was legendary. Knowing that it might be taken away from me.. And just that one kiss was more addictive than any drug known to man. Dear Lord, I couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through me. Her smell was flooding my senses now... Blurring my head, and tearing me apart with the simple fact that I was letting her go again. Not again.. Lana.. My sin. The girl that had me under her spell, and the one I was ready to die for. The daughter of the Morphers, and on the side of my darkest enemies. The love I vowed to keep safe and risk my life for.. Once again, walking away. And I... I was a fool in love. For them, just another creature of the night. I was the opposition. One of the leaders, yet unable to keep away from our very enemy. The gracious Lana. The fearless princess. The one I was supposed to kill, not cherish and adore. But it was the hunger that brought us together, and the feast that brings us back.

The NYC mafia rules. For decades, the rules have remained the same. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. His world was one of lust, lies and maybe love. Fearless and ruthless, Tyler Adams terrified her. Commanded. Wanting nothing but her. He will make her his. No matter the cost. Fiery, feisty and unforgettable, Alexa Morgan is a sexy drug that Tyler craves endlessly. But in this world where money and power consume everyone, enemies abound. There is a price on her head. Against all odds, Tyler wants to protect her. Will he be able to, even as she continues to keep her distance from him? What would it take to change Alexa's heart towards Tyler? A red hot tale of desires rolls out the red carpet for you to enter... 2016 © All Rights Reserved, April Stone.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***

*SEQUEL TO "OWNED" Leaving was killing my soul as sure as a dagger can stop a beating heart. There is such sadness in leaving a place of strong love, a place where fond memories grew as fast as the clover in the grass. Even after 7 years, I knew l would savour each memory so strongly that it will almost live once more. I knew that the strands of love would keep us together even when we were far apart. I only had to reach out with my mind and there he was, waiting to shower me with the love he always did. But after such a long time, it was my time to depart, to do what I was born to do, to make the changes and the sacrifices that were necessary. Necessary for me to survive without him. Necessary for me to forget him.