With her fathers business hitting rock bottom, Alley Knight turns to the one man who will take the greatest of pleasures in this whole complicated mess. Her fathers mortal enemy. Her one and only love. And the man who took her virginity and stamped on her heart in the blink of an eye. Diego Mendez, spanish billionaire and notorious playboy, will help sweet Alley Knight save her fathers business empire, but for a price. Diego needs a heir. Revenge has never been so sweet. Lust stirs and the flame ignites again for these old lovers, and Diego can't help but think this could be the most rewarding deal he's ever struck.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"Never Fall for a Bad Boy." That's what Olivia has always been told. So why did she go and do it anyway? And why did he have to be the best friend of her Best Friend's very own bad boy? This is something she never expected. When Olivia and Thomas first meet in home economics, she was a little more than surprised. She quickly learns that no matter what she does he's never gonna leave her alone. Why? Well, she doesn't even know the answer to that. When her best friend Farrah starts dating this bad boy's friend she knows that the countless run in's and unwanted conversations are inevitable and tries to find a way to not kill her self. Figuratively speaking of course. This is nothing compared to what she would go through. This bad boy has taken a genuine interest in her and it has nothing to do with her clumsiness in the kitchen. There is something about her that just draws him in. And as much as Olivia tries to fight the connection, she can never seem to erase him from her mind. Not that Thomas would even think about letting her anyway. Can Thomas convince her that maybe Bad Boy's are her type after all? ****Spin-off of The Bad Boy is Possessive. It is NOT necessary to read TBBIP to understand this book.****

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

***COMPLETED*** When Isabella graduates with a degree in psychology, she takes a job as the pack counselor. Being a plussized black woman and having to endure the loss of her parents, she never expected to find love. She didn't expect to have a mate to accept her and she sure as hell didn't expect four... ******************************************************************* This was my first story on here, I had to rearranged the chapters so I deleted the story and reposted it. If this is your first time reading this I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Ashley Donovan is a timid, yet strong headed seventeen year old girl, who is dealing with her father's death and a cheating boyfriend. Nick Branigan is the school bad boy, with a troubling past and a daunting future. When she gets caught up in an unlikely situation, they both meet. From there on after, her life will never be the same again. In order to solve her problem, she is turning to the bad boy himself for help. A story full of heart break, parties, love, pranks, mystery and a lot of sexual tension, please read on! ***** Ok to be honest I'm not very good at these, but if you want a story full of romance, fun, humor and a little bit of mystery. Then please check this out, because, i stink at making these!

I looked up at the star filled night sky as the tears I had been holding back poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. My life changed in an blink of an eye so to say. Two months ago, two months ago I was just a normal teenage girl going into womanhood. Now I am the wife to the one and only Triumph heir. I didn't want this nor did he. He, my husband. Well only legally so to say. Zephyr Zeus Triumph weds Evangelique Diamond Thornton. No one in their wildest dreams would have ever imagined a girl like me getting married to him. He was every woman's fantasy and desire. His eyes, oh his killer eyes that make my breathing heavy everytime that I get to look at them, which has only been 2 times so far. He was the notoriously infamous, multimillionaire womanizer that girls like me should stay away from and guys like him disliked. Heck, even I wouldn't have thought or imagined of such a drastic change in my life. But life is full of surprises and it never goes as planned. My life from being a straight perfectly paved road had suddenly took the worst twists and turns. I wasn't given a choice and neither was he. Our families forced us in matrimony as a deal sealer to the amalgamation of the Diamond and Triumph empire. I knew he never liked me, no man was ever attracted to me. I don't know was it because of my father's overprotectiveness of constantly surrounding me with guards or was I really not beautiful at all. Our marriage was a deal, nothing but a contract or a piece of paper as he called it. But the way he treated me and acted with me in the very few times we were forced to be together, had proved that he knew something that I didn't. Sometimes I just give up and let myself believe that it's nothing but the fact that he genuinely hates me. As I was just settling down as a newly wed, my life took a turn again. For the better or worst, I have yet to find out myself.

Jayda Quince has never been the party girl type. On the last days of summer she decides to party and meets Devon Clark. She finds herself naked in a bed with Devon the next day and finds that she is now married to him. She goes to school two days later and learns he is her teacher. Jayda tried to work with Devon but what happens when she learns she's pregnant and everyone finds out about the relationship? Will their relationship last through this stress that can break up even the strongest of couples or will it crumble and burn? (** means edited)

The bad boy OR the player? When Marlina was twelve her parents made her leave home and go to boarding school but not before she could make a promise to her two best friends Turner and Jayden. She would finally choose between them and marry one of them if she ever returned home. Six years later this is what has happened and she wants to keep her promise but this is going to be a lot more difficult than she thought. Turner is the bad boy and is the leader of his own gang and if he’s not careful he’ll end up in prison. Jayden is the player that goes after anything with boobs. How can she choose between a bad boy and a player? Who will she choose? Will she choose any of them at all or will she break her promise?

I watched his stormy grey eyes stare back at my ocean blue orbs, and in that tiny moment I felt like I belonged to someone and something, and that someone belonged to me. He brought his head up to my lips and sat inches away from my mouth. I could feel his breath on my peach lips only making my mouth water and my eyes flutter close. I welcomed his passionate kiss that lay before me; he belonged to me after all. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Oh and did I mention that he rejected me in high school, and soon after I left the pack, he claimed another she wolf who also happens to be my ex-best friend?! No? FML.