"I want your body Rose..." He said leaning against his office chair.. Her grey orbs widened at his blunt words... " I am not your whore, boss..." She tried to keep her face straight not wanting to show him any kind of emotions... "I know, let's make a deal, you give me what I want and in return I will give you something which you desire the most... Tell me Rose What do you want..." She just stared at his evil smirking face... " I want Freedom..." She replied and his smirking face turned into shocked one... ************************** Damian knight a cold and ruthless mafia boss who wants a strong willed girl for himself, but when he found her, he realised that it's actually next to impossible to have her... What will he do to taste this forbidden fruit, will he be able to have her or will she refuse to become his... How would Damian react when her cold behaviour will stomp on his ego again and again... welcome to the journey of two dark souls... ***************** ⚠️⚠️🔞Warning- This story contains extremely mature and explicit content like fighting, killing, torture and sex scenes...🔞🔞⚠️⚠️ (It's a sample)

"So we're not going to fuck?" He asked. I turned around to stare at him and shook my head. "No we are not going to fuck." I stated, closed my door with a bang and locked it . I heard his boastful chuckles and shook my head in amusement. This guy seriously won't give up. "You will fall for me sooner or later bellissima!" His voice spoke through the closed door. "Don't count on it!" I retorted back and fall on my bed with a soft groan. ________________________ Ryn Waters and Ace Reed are sworn enemies. With Ace being the son of the Italian Mafia leader and Ryn being a cop it was bound for them to despise eachother. But then something unexpected happens making Ace turn against his father only for him to turn to Ryn for help. It was only inevitable that she jumped at the opportunity to take down the leader of the mafia, the man who she watched murder her parents in front of her. *𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚* #1 newadult #1 true #1 badboy #1 loveatfirstsight #1 hatetolove #1 humor #1 tattoos #1 first #1 rising #1 enemiestolovers #3 possessive

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.

Needs editing and will be editing soon Alexis Miller is a 23 year old who is freshly out of college. She was hired right on the spot, when the owner 30 year old Levi Matthews was away on business. When he returns he is shocked to see that he has a different personal assistant. He's very arrogant, intimidating and demanding. Alexis thinks he is one of the biggest assholes she's ever met, but once she gets to know him she see's a side of him that she never thought was possible. Does she fall in love with him? Does he fall in love with her? Who pursues who? PREVIEW: "Tell me this doesn't feel right." As he leans in for another kiss, I let out a soft gasp as my heart is pounding. His kiss so warm and gentle, making me feel week at the knees. His tongue slipping inside my mouth so gentle but yet so demanding. I suddenly feel drunk from his kiss, I feel like I'm melting. He lifts me up carrying me to the bed, gently laying me down. My heart feels like it's going to explode. His body laying on top of mine is satisfying I feel all of him pressed against me. His hands all over me his scent is electrifying, sending jolts all through my body. My fingers run through his hair as they entwine in his hair pressing him harder against mine. He softly grabs my hair pulling my head back for access to my neck. Placing soft kisses along my neck and softly sucking the soft spot behind my ear, as my breathing becomes so erratic.

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It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...