Book 2 of "She Belongs To Me" Series. *** "Don't fucking lie to me Juliet" He whispered as he swung his hand over my shoulder in a forceful manner as we began to walk, I mean forcefully of course. "Look, Nick, this isn't- God I just don't understand what this is about," I asked almost hesitantly as he chuckled deeply, "Mmm, I think you know exactly what this is about" He whispered so close I could feel his minty breath on my skin, He wore a long beige trench coat which matched his suit as he swayed in the wind while he walked. "I don't recall-" "You loved it, Juliet, you fucking took it when you had the chance so what is it? What don't you get?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around my waist tightening his grip as I tensed up.

"So where the fuck were you last night?" Nicholas asked in a daring calm voice. It was like he was reminding her what her place was. "Out" She answered as she tried moving his hand from her waist but he only tightened his grip. He swung her around to where they were now face to face barely any space separating the two. He pushed her against the closed door trapping her between his arms. "You do not want to play this fucking game with me Juliet" He whispered excruciatingly close to her ear. "It doesn't concern you Nicholas" Juliet answered as she looked away from his piercing eyes. Scoffing she pushed him away. This was not how her night was supposed to go, she imagined that he wouldn't care. He didn't need too she was a burden to him after all. (A Business Arranged Marriage Story) #1 in Jelousey 5/23/2021 #3 In Romance 2/19/2022 #1 in CEO 2/19/2022 #1 In possessive 2/19/2022 #1 In business 2/19/2022

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me. I couldn't help my tears. Why is he doing this? "Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening steps toward me. "You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly. I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly. "And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry. "I did not cheat on you Hunter." I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me." I pleaded crying harder. "Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously. "Hunter, please." I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again. "Just get your things and leave." He said walking away. Twenty years old Stella Simmons thought was happy, didn't think that someone would want to harm her. She was married to Hunter Knight, the only man she ever loved. Ignoring the fact that he was ten years her senior, she gave him everything. Everything wasn't enough apparently. Be careful who you trust... *****

"You wanted more, more, more! You're nothing but a gold-digger!" He shouted, and I gasped. Rafael Luciano, the love of my life; a sweet, handsome, amazing guy who's got me wrapped around his fingers, has pushed me out of his life. Life has been great and we are well on our way to having our first child. But one accursed day, he slams me with divorce papers and accuses me of being a gold-digger. Confused and heartbroken, I sign and leave. With a snap of a finger, everything is gone: my love, my life, and the father of my unborn child. How am I to get through all this? Will I be able to provide my daughter the life she deserves? Most importantly, what happened that day that made my sweet Rafael into a heartless monster? Life is full of betrayals and heartbreaks and this is my story. For all the sappy romantic folks out there, come and join me as I relive my bittersweet experience with love. Cause giving your heart is giving the power to hurt you back. Book is PUBLISHED! Thankyou to all who have read you made this happen❤️ Available on amazon, link in my bio x

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science. For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The embodiment of 'tears of joy,' that laughs to keep from crying, not many people understand her struggle. Mostly because she barely understands it herself, but she's making it...barely. All she wants to do is make something out of herself, and she's willing to work for it. Kwame Okari has been raised to be perfect. His parents' strict expectations at son leave no room for friendships, which they regard as frivolous. Their only concern is for him to be Ivy League, and he cannot afford to disappoint. He is a boy on a mission, with a clear objective: be first. And there's only one person standing in his way-Wylan. As the two develop a better understanding of each other, competing agendas complicate their relationship forcing them to decide which is more important: attraction or ambition, satisfaction or success, friendship or fruition, and lead them to wonder if one has to be mitigated for the other.

I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

Completed on 24/09/2018 Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.

Dove Genovese, daughter of the second in command of the Italian mafia boss, has one sole purpose in life. That's to never dishonor her mafioso father. Marry, bring peace, and money: those are his demands. Meeting those demands comes at a high price, though. She's betrothed to an abusive man from another notorious Italian family. He's the last person she wants to spend her life with, but there's no way out. Her life is in the gilded, golden cage with strict rules and even harsher punishments. Gedeon Sokoloff wants revenge. The vindictive Russian mob boss has made it his mission to avenge his mother's brutal murder. There's nothing he wouldn't do to assert his power. When one of Genovese's henchmen breaches his territory and slaughters one of his men, Gedeon brokers a deal: war or Dove's hand in marriage. Dove should hate and fear Gedeon, because of his feared reputation. Yet, the infuriating man that enjoys teasing her and making her feel things she never felt before offers her one way to earn her freedom. Win him in a game of chess. Will Dove get the freedom she had been longing? Or will she stay as Gedeon's caged little bird in his games? _____ WARNING: Story contains rape, self-harm, suicidal ideation, physical/sexual abuse, violence, mature themes, sexual content, strong language. Ranks: #1 in Violence #1 in Adult-Romance #10 in Mafia #95 in Romance out of 1.7 million

When it comes to my emotions, a pen and paper is all I've ever known. Dedicated to everyone who wonders, if I'm writing about them. I am. "Self Growth" is a book of original works from inside my journal's lightest and darkest pages. Many have no moral reason to have been written, while others cut me deeper than a knife. I have struggled for so long with deciding to share my works with the world but with new found hope and encouragement I'm finally opening them to the public.