** Mia thought escaping Ryan meant freedom. Instead, it left her hunted, cornered, and forced to stand beside the last man she ever wanted- Nicholas, her sworn enemy. To survive, she must bind herself to a greater monster, one whose cruelty cuts as deep as his devotion. But in a world built on betrayal and blood, Mia learns that the most dangerous battles of all are not fought against the monsters who break you- but rather the ones who make you feel instead. ** Jeff Buckley- Lover, You should've come over. (3:50) 📚(COMPLETED)📚

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Alexander Ridden...a ruthless,controlling man.Who gets what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants it at the snap of his fingers. Until he decides that he wants something more than money can buy or can it? Rose is a determined soul once was full of hopes & dreams now filled with pain and heart breaks.A party filled girl by night and a determined waitress by day. What happens when these two cross paths into a dangerous game full of lust,love,secrets, & hatred? "You can't control me i'm not your puppet! I don't do what you say I don't follow rules and if you think even for a second that I will...you're the most ignorant most foolish person I've ever come across!" she spat walking in the house. Thats it I slammed the door and grabbed her wrist turned her back towards me and roughly pinned her on the door with her arm behind her back. "Oh Rose Winter little do you know how much control i have over you.Do you really think you just can disobey me and get away with it you know i hate when you walk away from me" i whispered in her ear anger filling my body.

"Have I...?" He whispered again, fragile in a way that made my stomach twist, made my pulse spike in my throat. "Ever fucking hit you?!" His voice rose, furious and raw, shaking the walls around us-and vibrating through me, like it could set me on fire from the inside out. I averted my eyes, shaking my head. No. "Then why do you always cover away in fear when I get too close? Why do you expect me to hurt you when I've never laid my hands on you?" His teeth were clenched, jaw tight, yet there was something more in his voice than anger-something human, something unbearably close, like it was threading into my blood, my skin, my pulse. He was right. And I knew it. I wasn't afraid of him. Not really. Hell, I deserved punishment-for the blood on my hands, for the lives I'd shattered, for the guilt that clung to me like a second skin. Dany. The other half of me haunted me, her little face, her little voice, the promise of vengeance twisting through my veins. My vendetta came first. It had to. Every step, every decision, every second-I couldn't let him know who I truly was. Not yet. If he did I would never be free. And sooner or later, I had to go.

Angelo Lesca. The young Capo, as they called him. He was powerful in his line of work. He kept some friends, but more girls. He wouldn't admit that his high school sweetheart, the love his life, was the reason of his cold hearted power. But then, a young girl named Mercury shows up at his apartment, during a storm, claiming to need his help. She was the girl at his door.

"Babe, come here." He says sternly "Yes daddy." I say slowly and seductively "Do whatever it is that you have to do to make that fucker talk." He grumbles slapping my ass as I walk towards the door to get the necessities. Once I gather everything I walk over to the despicable man tied to the chair. I get down on my knees and start to kickle his pants. As much as it was killing me to be on my knees for any other man, I needed to do this. "Milan! What the fuck are you doing!" He yells at me. "Trust me." I say He seems to back off but tenses a little when I reach his boxers. I look straight into the mans eyes when I start the process. His eyes grow wide and loud screams fill the room...

"Fuck... " I muttered under my breath which got Ben's attention his eyes widened in shock on finally noticing me. "Hey... " I finally broke the dead silence and not for a second did Ben look away. He didn't reply he only got up from the bed folding his arms across his chest. "So Can you leave I want to change.. " I spoke out but he still had his arms folded as he made his way towards me. "Why are you backing up.. " he asked I gag out a loud laugh hiding the fact that I'm worried "Nothing do you mind? " too late my Back hit against a wall, my arms Clinged tightly to the only thing that clad me right now. "I'm your Husband remember?? " he snickered at me "We Didn't get Married...." I blurted almost immediately. "But here we are still here.. " he snickered at me again. "Wanna try it?? " I shot him a confused look "Try What?? " I asked He Playfully tugged to my the only thing that could strip Me down leaning on to me. His knuckles glide against my wet skin. "Stop...." I cautioned but he didn't heed to my cries as his knuckles glide up to my thigh getting to the ends of my towel. He playfully tugged on the top threatening to fling it off and gripped to the end, sliding under with a smirk as I let out a gasp. He leaned on to my ear pressing him against me as he whispered . . . . "Let's take it off.... " A/N: ________________*• Sign above the contract I owe no responsibility for your cringing or whatsoever, Did you sign it, good I won't get sued. Oh my ratings for the story (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Yeah.... no comment (◕ᴗ◕✿)

I didn't know why Julian was so different from my other clients. His voice was the first thing to catch my attention, followed closely by words so hot they lit a fire within me. Everything he said drew me to him like a moth to a flame; but that's the problem with fire. Someone was bound to get burnt. -- Completed as of 14/11/2017. --

"I'm marrying your daughter." "W-what do mean you're marrying my daughter?" "James, you failed to pay what you owe so now I'm going to take something from you, your daughter and I shall make her my wife." "P-please, I don't want her or my wife to know about my gambling addiction." "It's a bit late for that... Don't you think?" * * * Valentina Rosetta Martinez, 22 years old. She has a normal life... Or so she thinks that she does , she works in a small cafe and she lives with her mum and dad. The thing she doesn't know is her dad has a gambling addiction, her mum doesn't know either and things are getting worse for her dad. What happens when James, Valentina's dad has to give her away to Luca Marino, the 25 year old ruthless billionaire playboy? Secrets will unfold... There will be heartbreak, love and betrayal.

Killian didn't think life would get much worse... That was until he busted a kids nose and was suspended from his PhD program. And maybe it was luck, or God looking out for his tortured soul, because who knew something so good could come from something so terrible. Killian met James. James met Killian. The rest was semantics.