All Julianna knew growing up was fighting and killing. Being a contract killer was the only thing she knew how to do. However being too good at one thing will make you a target to even those you love. The one person she thought she could trust turns out to be the one person that would betray her, her lover, James. With vengeance and hatred as her last thoughts and feelings, Julianna's spirit is transported to another body, in another time, on another planet. Waking up she finds herself in a 17 year old body of the youngest miss of a powerful family known to the world as "wasteful trash". Julianna finds herself living with her wheelchair bound "uncle" and her senile "grandfather" in a section of the mansion known as "Landfill". In this new world, power is everything. Not knowing how to cultivate energy or knowing how to fight is a sin. With a second chance at life Julianna decided that this "wasteful trash" will now become the most powerful person in the world.

A married writer begins a passionate and destructive affair with a tortured artist, not knowing he has loved her since they met thirteen years ago. ***** Eloise Airens sat as a model for an art class thirteen years ago, where a damaged young artist, Aidan Foley, fell in love with her. For him, she was everything. For her, he was just a face in the crowd. But thirteen years later, Eloise's marriage is struggling and she ends up at Aidan's latest art show in New York. He's immediately drawn to her as he's never gotten over his obsession, and she's drawn to him because despite his pretentious art, only he can make her feel truly alive. Despite trying to save her marriage and stay true to her values, Eloise can't escape the pull of the talented, brooding, yet tortured Aidan Foley. Will she stay with the world she knows, or risk everything? And more importantly, will she do so before Aidan tells her about their strange past? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Cara Westby: Strong, stubborn and utterly broken. Her past has rendered her hateful towards men and uneasy towards children. That is, until she meets her 'husband' and his cute little son. Dominic Adam: Hot, rich, arrogant and unfeeling. Girls were always a distraction for him until he met his so called wife he was supposed to divorce that day. One look and this Aphrodite was already in his heart. And cherry on top was that he had her as his wife. Would her go now? No, never.

Venus Williams had everything most could only dream of-a life of privilege, sophistication, and the kind of effortless success that came from never having to struggle. At Burbington High, she was untouchable, a student of high society, reigning supreme as Student President. Politics, manipulation, and control were her weapons, and she wielded them with precision. But there was one thing she had never known: the true depth of love or pleasure, and, perhaps more crucially, the harsh sting of pain. Her life was a perfect, curated world, until she found herself stuck in the most unlikely of places-a tight corner, humiliated and sneered at by none other than Frank Harris, the school's janitor. The encounter was unexpected, and frankly, beneath her. Venus wasn't used to being challenged, let alone being taken down a peg by someone like him. Frank Harris had seen the worst life had to offer. Born from the grittiest circumstances, he had learned early that good things never lasted, that hope was a fleeting thing. He had long since stopped believing in anything but his own resilience. Yet, he couldn't seem to avoid Venus. She was always there, in the most compromising of situations, and every time they crossed paths, they couldn't help but clash. Their exchanges were filled with biting sarcasm, insults, and a constant, unsaid tension. They bickered, they degraded each other, and still, they circled around one another, two forces that couldn't help but collide. Neither was willing to admit it, but something about the constant pull between them was undeniable. The question remained: How long would they keep circling? And when the inevitable finally happened, would they crash, or would something deeper, darker, rise between them-something neither of them was prepared to face? [ The Fifth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel.

Hate was deeply buried into his eyes-- and you know what Nyx did? Out of all the options she has? The options of walking away. To hitting him back. To fighting or yelling or make a scene or arguing over this pitiful arrangement. To just let him win. To give up. Well, it wasn't any of those. No, she took a step closer, looked him right in the eye and winked. "Oh," She said. "You can do better than that." *** There are some heartbreaks in life that are a universal pain. Like the inevitable chance that you'll fall and rip the skin off your knees open, rejection, your first breakup, friends growing apart, siblings moving away, losing a loved one, your first fight. Nyx Red was a shattered soul with a good heart; and no one warned her about a whole other kind of heartbreak. One she couldn't have prevented but should've seen coming. Because of a traumatic event that happened when she was sixteen, Nyx believes that her life is meaningless, that nothing could save her. Besides her infamous reputation, Nyx is called and seen as the ghost girl. She feels all alone most days. She feels like the weight of her life is a bomb that's going off too slowly. But then her town's own personal Devil with a reputation worse than her father's him accompany him is determined to prove her wrong. Damien D'Silvetta has a messed up life. From horrible things at a young age, to a missing best friend, to dealing with bullies at his school his list of problems just keeps growing. And, newly added, one Nyx Red is at the top of that list. Stuck together by a stupid arrangement set up by the principal? Annoyingly, yes. Seeing each other every day after school? Unfortunately. Frustrating the other? Always. Fighting and flirting? There's not a difference. Name-calling? Too much. Growing feeling for the other? With horror. Falling in love? Even worse. *** This is the old version! New one is up as of 3/31/24 and will be updated on Sundays

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

HIGHEST RANKINGS: #3 in Suspense. #47 in Chicklit. #1 in Company. #8 in Hatred. #1 in Payback. #8 in Ex. #2 in Mystery-thriller After getting thrown out of her house, conned out of her inheritance, and called an "ugly fat bitch" by non-other than her husband all because he loved his mistress more than he did her. 20 years old Zelda Pearson, vowed to change inside out. This story is about how she changed, rebuilt both herself and her stolen empire from scratch. It's about how she came back to bestow her wrath on those who betrayed her trust. Those whom she once called family. All copyrights reserved©2018 Mi-M-Ab. -------------- P.S: I do not own any of the pictures used in this or in any other one of my stories. All rights are reserved to their rightful owners.

We are feared. People treat us with respect no matter their age or position. They don't question us. Why? Because of our father. Il Diavolo as many call him. Ruler of the Underworld. King of the Mafia. Our father is a King and our mother is a Queen. Our father always told us that one day we'd be kings and that kings need their queens......well we found them. Now we just have to rescue them.... From themselves and those who seek to destroy them and us. May the odds be in our opposer's favor..... Because it's always in ours.

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** His hands are stained in blood. Her hands are white as snow. Living in their world, it's rare for someone to remain so pure and clean. Juliet Bianchi has the soul of an angel. The purest and most wholesome person to walk amongst devils and demons without so much as a drop of crimson on her. But can she stay that way? When the unimaginable and the unthinkable happens, will she be able to cling onto her innocence? Or will she succumb to the darkness of their world? And what happens when ghosts appear and threaten everything her and Vincenzo thought they knew? But then again..... Doesn't the Devil know everything? And remember..... Rule number two. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** He was nothing like other men that she'd met in her life. He was different. She knew he was. But he was forbidden. She was beautiful. He saw her and it was all over. Love at first sight. No other woman made him feel the way she did. But she was forbidden. A rivalry that runs ages deep keeps them apart..... Or does it? She wants him and he wants her. No problem right? It doesn't have to be like Romeo and Juliet, right? Instead of two families standing in the way, there's just one. Just one man standing in the way of their happiness. His name? You know his name. Il Diavolo. Vincenzo Bianchi. Her father. Both men are Kings. Both are ruthless and unforgiving. But one will have to bow down if there is peace. One will have to bow down if there is to be a Happily Ever After...... The question is.... Which one will break first? Which one will be the first to bow? Will either get the chance to bow or will someone or something get in the way? Only one way to find out...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.