After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)

It's a mafia story, your already know what's going on.

Not everyone wants to be a princess. Princess Carolina Ysabelle-Aurora Radieux Jenkins or as everyone knows as simply Princess Laura Jenkins would do everything to live an ordinary life even for just a few moments. All she wanted is to experience being free of everything that came along with being a princess, even if it means she has to be someone else. Everything was perfect, she became Vanessa Carter, got to New York safely, and even landed herself a job (thanks to her friend), without a hitch. That was until she realized she had to work for Nathaniel Westwood. Notorious for his arrogance, playboy personality, and ruthlessness to his rivalries, Nathaniel Westwood is the owner and founder of the Westwood Land Development Corporation. He is living the life of a bachelor, until he crossed paths with the green-eyed brunette, Vanessa Carter. Will there be a spark between the two? What would happen if Nathaniel finds out about the truth?

Boujee " she don't depend on anybody knows just what to do with get body counting all that money like a hobby she don't give a fuck about nobody " The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye * @kristengrandeheaton Highest ranking; #1 in 'Abel Tesfaye' slowly being edited/rewritten

"Donna Summer, really? Disco?" "At least I don't listen to the Styx," she crossed her arms and pointed to the pile of vinyls tucked under the boys arm. "Your attempt to hide their album behind Led Zeppelin IV has failed, miserably."

When Hailey Conners moves to Metropolis she thinks it will be so easy! but when a super guy and a not so super millionare step in is anyone safe?

After witnessing a crime, twenty-two year old-stripper by trade-Ebony Moore finds herself in a bind. What she sees will cost her. It could possibly be her life or maybe her heart...

❝SHE'S GOT A SICKNESS, THAT ONE. IT'S IN HER BLOOD. SCARY TO THINK WHAT SHE'LL BE LIKE WHEN SHE'S FULL GROWN. IF THE GODS ARE GOOD, SHE'LL DIE BEFORE THAT.❞ In the North, there are whispers of a cruel and sickly girl lurking in the Dreadfort. Her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are colder than winter itself. Her name is Drucilla Bolton, and she's the youngest daughter of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort. She keeps knives like a little girl keeps dolls and roams the castle in the dead of night, haunted by visions of a flayed man, tortured by guilt. And yet, as terrible and frightening as she is, there are whispers of another, one worse than her. A beast in human skin. A monster with a charming smile, capable of unimaginable violence. He hunts the Dreadwoods with his vicious pack of hounds and his pet Reek. He is Roose Bolton's bastard son, and he's determined to take his rightful place as the true heir of House Bolton. Fantasy Drama/Horror - Rated M - © AMBrossart

"I am many things, a widow, a daughter, a princess, a queen. But that isn't who I am. I am a storm that you should not want to meet. I am the queen of storms."