"Lost Friends To Lovers" Dad told me real love happens once and when it does, never hide your feelings. Too bad, he told me late. I held them and lost her. Until I found her again. Blue-eyed, brown hair. That dimple on the right cheek, it hasn't changed much. Well, she hasn't changed much either. I can feel her body exuding the same warmth as the old times, her innocence still shining bright like it used to. This little surprise is racing my heart even when she is far from me...wait? Far? With her eyes busy finding something in her handbag, she is coming toward me. Me. Is my back erecting? What is she doing here? In a school? Is she my son's teacher? I find myself curious now. But then, she takes a seat beside me and smiles at the teacher. I can not help but wonder. Is she a parent too? Short Story

Ever since childhood, Baby has belonged to someone, Always watching, protecting, longing after her, she just never noticed Valentina Garcia, known to everyone as baby, but she's anything but, she's calculating, bold, always analysing But she never seemed to notice the boy in the background, the one who claimed her the second he met her Vincent Romano, the heir to the American mafia, he's cold, powerful, and always gets what he wants But the only thing he has ever truly wanted has always remained just out his reach The beautiful blue eyed girl that always seemed to light up the room as well as his mood And he'll get her, no matter what 18+

I loved him when I shouldn't have. I hated him when I had to. Years later, the obsession is still there. The fire is still alive. And we're both burning for more. Cassian and I were never meant to be together. Our love was forbidden, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Every look, every word, every stolen moment threatens to destroy us... but neither of us can stay away. <3 "You could feel nothing for me, Isabel. I'm obsessed enough for the both of us."

Ella's mother sells her to the Italian-American mafia, and now she's a maid for a feared and ruthless family. Made to clean up messes and endure insults, she catches the eye of the boss, Marco. An inexperienced woman, she has no idea what she's in for. Marco is the handsome, cunning head of the family. He's got no time for distractions, but in waltzes an innocent, doe-eyed beauty who he can't keep off his mind.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

The first book of the Dawn series. In the heart of Palermo, where ancient secrets lie hidden beneath cobblestone streets, two worlds collide that never should have met. Madeleine Wood, a shy, timid girl from London, finds her life turned upside down when she encounters the mysterious and devilishly handsome Luca Castellano. A man whose charming smile masks his true identity. Warning ⚠️: Will contain graphic sexuality/sexual references, strong language, and violence.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.