For the most part, I, Celine Mikhailov, am just your average university student. I work at a bar called the Rage. I study hard at day, work hard at night, go out to parties sometimes. Just a normal chick. Until, I met Huxley Hugh. Perfection. That's what he was. A perfect bastard. That was hot. That made me feel all weird. I hate the feeling I get when I'm around him. But, I love it. OVA

Ambrose knew he was in love the moment his eyes fell on Bell. He had to paint her and he had to have her. Bell didn't know this but she was his in every way.

"Just say the word baby and i'll make all the tingles go away" Gladis husked whispering in my ears sending shivers down my spine... that did nothing but helped at increasing the feeling in my stomach But what word? "W- What are you talking about Gla- Gladis" I asked not sure what to say, or do I? "I know that you know it baby, that word that you were thinking about looking at me that made you look flustered, come on pumpkin, say it" he growled lowly the last part while parting my legs with his own, his face laying next to my neck, I can feel his breath by my ears, both his hands securing each side of me, making sure i don't budge Wait, did i say parting my legs? Oh God... "Please" it sounded more like a whisper. He chuckled darkly and looked at me right in eyes "You know thats not it baby" "P- Please...I-" "Please what? " I just whimpered shifting my eyes everywhere but him. "Asia" he growled harshly, knowing that he's gonna be harsh, agressive with me... "Please Da- Daddy" And with that I set the beast off. _________________________________________ Asia Marie Davidson ❤️ Gladis Emmanuel Moore ❤️

✥ His Ballerina & His Genius ✥ A promise, it's something you make when the end is beyond the limits for the one you love. It's something you make with the ballon maker down the street, promising him you'll come tomorrow. It's something you make with your mom when she kisses your head and sends you off to your kindergarten class. It's something you make with your BFF while making friendship bracelets, promising your friendship will last forever. But, a promise is also what I made with her. I promised her that when she watched scary movies, I'll be holding her hand. I promised her that I would cheer her on in the audience when she twirled in those tease of fluffy ballerina skirts. I promised her that I would love her more than those toffee apple cakes that my mom made only on my birthday. I promised her that I would never leave her. They say all promises are made to be broken, but the ones I had made with her were always an exception.

Bethany wanted nothing more than the freedom Victor Ivankshov had promised her if she was able to spy on the Italian mafia. But then she got caught. And Emilio Rivera took her home. _______ He's drowning. She's already deep under water. Two tortured souls. One twisted love.

Asthenia is an naive nymph Jasper is a merciless lycan What could go wrong?

In which eighteen year old Genevieve catches the attention of her professors. Causing an unsettling infatuation. Infatuation soon turns into obsession. Warning: This material is not suitable for those under the age of 18.

"Tell me you want me, Eva." His breath fans my ear. His close proximity running havoc on my insides. "I-I don't know." Telling him the truth. My body wants him. Craves him. But he is dangerous. Everything my mother warned me about. "You don't know Eva? I think you do. You know you want me as desperately as I want you. I feel it every time I see you. Your eyes roam my body when you think I am not looking. Your skin flushes when I look back. Your breath hitches when I am near you, and I know you are soaking wet when you imagine my hands exploring every inch of your delicious body. The body I want to worship, adore and possess. So, tell me Eva. Do you want me?" His chest presses against my back, feeling the body heat he emits. I automatically take a step closer towards the elevator door. He is suffocating me... in a good and bad way. "Sin- I..." Still not able to find the words because I know for a fact that I want him. All of him. "Shh Eva. Let me show you how much you want me." Whispering in my ear while his hands lift the hem of my dress. The moan that escapes my lips let him know that every word he had just spoken is the truth. I want Sin Carmichael... and he is going to be my downfall. Copyright 2017 Nenerh1 DO NOT COPY STORY Cover by Kat-Nova

in which a madman finds his reason to live. ••••• Sink or swim, live or drown. Psyche De León has been sheltered her whole life; primed and prepped to be the perfect wife. Innocent and youthful, she's ready to do whatever she may need to please her parents and bring the Family honor... until fear and uncertainty change her mind that is. Amatore D'Adamo is as heartless as they come. Feared by most for his violent, psychopathic tendencies; he's ruthless, possessive, handsome... and in Psyche's eyes: evil incarnate. What happens when love gets thrown in the mix and Psyche gets dragged into a world more dangerous than the one she'd been born into? ••••• "You're blossoming so beautifully darling; my little flower from the garden of Eden... no wonder boys pant after you like dogs." He murmured, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips as he continued to study my face. I tried to scurry away, closing my eyes as I began to beg, "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Devil, I didn't mean to get Pedro killed..." ••••• MATURE, *TRIGGER WARNING*; CONTAINS MENTIONS OF VIOLENT THEMES. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. ••••• ©isoladeidesideri

Evangeline was the cliché innocent woman who went through her life avoiding all kinds of risky situations. What happens when a certain situation can't be avoided. Lucifer knows he shouldn't get involved with this innocent woman but he can't help it. She's his angel