I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

~THIS BOOK IS UNDER RECONSTRUCTION~ " Tori" his voice was low, so very low. "Y-yeah?" "Would you hate me?" "For what?" "For doing this." And with that, he locked his lips with mine. ♤♤♤♤♤ Tori Valentine finds herself with more to fear than her abusive stepfather after moving to a new town with him and her younger brother. With meeting the cliche and arrogant bad boy Elijah Wright, they both struggle to unravel the truth of who's behind all the bad things that's been happening to them since she arrived, along with the help of their seven friends. Not knowing what's to come, they all venture into this dangerous task, suffering the consequences together. ♤♤♤♤♤ Join Tori and Elijah on their journey in balancing the line between hate and love. Will the consequences they face be bearable or will it be the first tear on the blank canvas.

Highest rank - #1 in humor 28/9/2017 [Book 1] Imagine this ~ You think that you are sleeping in your comfortable bed, next to your three-year-old brother, but then you open your eyes to see three good-looking guys staring at you. The worst part is that you are in a moving car, laying on their laps. ××××× Ariel O'Connor is a sassy, sarcastic, funny, caring, and confident 19-year-old. What will happen when she wakes up in the wrong place in an unusual situation? What will she do? Here's a tip: Watch your language, and do not eat her Oreos. #Book 2: You Are In Hell Boys #Book 3: We'll End up in Hell Boys ××××× DO NOT STEAL ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK! All Rights Reserved 2017

After five years and a thousand regrets, two old lovers meet again.. "What kind of stunt are you pulling out this time?" I see his eyes blaze in blue fire. And I think I saw regret flash, too, before he blinks it gone. "I am going to win you back." he states as if those are the most natural thing in the world. As if it was as easy as ABC. He went behind his table and sits like a king. He looks at me from head to toe. Did I just saw love in those eyes? But it's too quick; I even thought I only imagined it. "And do you think, buying the company I am working at will help you with your fucking mission on Earth?" I snap taking two steps forward. He stands up, and put both of his hands in the table and lean his body closer to me, putting his weight on his palms. So close, I can even smell his cologne that mixed so naturally with his aftershave. It reminds me of summer. Of him. Of the love we'd shared.

Under a stormy winter sky, moonlight guides my steps as my paws crunch the forest floor. A strange sound breaks the silence. Picking up pace, I'm drawn to a hidden bundle beneath a holly bush. Inside, a baby looks up, tears halted by curiosity. Unsure of its origin, I shift to my human form, cradling it. Warm and content, the child babbles, eyes full of wonder. Shifting back, I carry the tiny bundle safely to my castle.

(Book#1 of 'The Runaway Club' but also can be read as stand alone). Ria Malhotra was done. If her parents thought that she will be marrying a man she will meet on her wedding day, they had another thing coming. So what does she do? Taking a leaf out of the wise treasury that was Bollywood, she decided to run away to USA all by herself in the middle of the night before the fateful day. And just when she thought her life couldn't get any more adventurous, she meets Adam Lexwood, an American business mogul who believed money made everything. They develop the most uncertain friendship with a generous serving of secrets and Ria is determined to unearth every last secret the mysterious businessman had buried before her father tracks her down. But things starts getting out of hand when you throw in a bit of lust, love, jealousy and lies along with a supermodel womanizer, tequila, a blast from the past and some backstabbers. Things definitely starts to get intresting for Ria, that's for sure. *Most of the chapters are unedited and editing is still under process*

He is as beautiful as heaven, and as dangerous as hell. He has a dark soul, but a loving heart. Don't let his beauty and charm fool you, he is very dangerous. His dark eyes hold a horrid past. He is the second strongest creature to ever live. He will not regret ending your life, if you hurt the ones he loves...which is few. He is Hayes.

When Vera was young she saved a witch from drowning. The witch looked into her eyes and read her future. She gave Vera the one thing she would want most in the world. And as Vera's life unfolds - broken the night he came and took her dream away - little would Vera know that she had saved the witch, but the witch had saved her also that day. Please note this is a short story. Mature language is included. Thank you for reading.

Gabby's brain is like a human fish finder. It comes in handy when she wants to avoid people. Mostly men. They seem to like her a bit too much. It's lonely being different, but she's adapted to it. Really. She just wishes she knew why she is different, though. In her search for answers, she discovers a hidden community of werewolves. She immerses herself in their culture, learning about their world until she meets Clay. He's unkempt, prone to mood swings, intense without saying a word, and he thinks Gabby is his. It's going to take every trick she knows to convince Clay to go away, and every bit of willpower not to fall for him when she discovers the man beneath the rough exterior. Delve into a riveting world of werewolves and young women with unexplained abilities, in Hope(less). Judgement has begun...