A girl who learned to hold herself together. A man who makes it feel safe to fall apart. Zara Lavigne was done with love after her last relationship left her quiet, careful, and convinced that softness was a weakness. Matteo Vale is steady in a way she's never known - patient, warm, and impossibly hard to hide from. He doesn't ask her to change. He just shows her what it feels like to be treated gently. But letting someone in is the one thing she promised she'd never do again. So what happens when she realises she wants to? ------------------------------------------------------------------ "She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the quiet of him. "I didn't know love could feel like this," she whispered. Matteo pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Like what?" "Gentle."" ------------------------------------------------------------------

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 TEENFICTION #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY

**SEQUEL TO HER SISTER'S FIANCÉ** ***This story has been officially copyrighted, so steal at your own risk!*** London of the mid 19th century: a city of feigned propriety, snobbery, and tempestuous attempts at the upkeep of the law. Beneath the veneer of upper class purity lies deceptive immorality with all its debase angles. Hypocrisy of society, however, dictates that those openly found to be lacking in virtue are outcast from the good graces of the well-to-do. . .If they're female, that is. . . Cassandra Antrucha played the game. She was the butterfly society dictated she be, but now, London demands that she wallow in the murk of their loathing. Cassandra, however, has never been one to bow and scrape, and what reason is there for her to start now? She has seen both sides of the fence now, and the desired ballroom pet she was before is gone. Forever. If she has anything to say about it, that is. But between a mother who wishes to destroy what little of her reputation is left, the wild moors of Scotland, and the darkness of her world at large, can she survive long enough to enjoy the life she has been given? And what can she do when she finds her heart yearning for a man who can never fulfill her youthful dreams? A devil men fear, an angel men desire. Can they come to terms with the love forming between them?

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree* **Copyrighted** His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall. "Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could. "Look at me." He said again. "Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled. I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way." He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose." The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk. *I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

Nathan Callie Genovese is everything to me. Always has been, always will be. And no divorce decree will tell me otherwise. She thinks she knows what happened between us, but she's got no clue. She's as stubborn and loyal as she is beautiful so I know she never would have left on her own, and I gave her the out she wanted. Even though I'll alway love her, I don't regret it. Now, I see our girls on Wednesdays and every other weekend and I go to bed alone every night in an empty penthouse wondering if the life I gave up was really worth all of this. It's not. I never really thought is was. But I was giving Callie what she wanted. Callie I was born with a resentment you only get by being the youngest child and only girl to the largest and most powerful Mafia family in all of the US. And Nathen Stone was the only one who could ever calm the wild in the way it needed. Quiet, confident and sensitive. He was the perfect husband until my father got his claws into him. Now, he's the most sought after defense attorney for organized crime families. As our girls grew up, so did his list of enemies, and when I wanted out, he wouldn't budge. In the divorce, I got the girls and the house, and he got my family and all the comes with that, good or bad. I'm the black sheep now, and avoid my dad and three older brothers at all costs. But when the unthinkable happens and our daughter is kidnapped, they're the only ones I can turn to. We all have to work together to bring her home.

She's sarcastic. She was the girl who never cared what people said. She was far from a romantic; She was Oreo obsessed. She used to beat up people in middle school, and still throws her shoes at them in high school. She was weird, a good weird. She was sensitive, but piss her off and you'll be scared. It was just her and the small, easy life she had. That was until everything had gone down the toilet. That was until her senior year had started.. ~♦~ Monsters are just everywhere, Only a few people are trustworthy. Would you be my savior if I'm lost there? 'Cause with all the greed, there's left no mercy. At some point I'll be so hopeless, At some point I'll get that feeling, That feeling when trying's Worthless, Doors are closed, I'm barely breathing. I need the light, I need a guide, I'll do things with all my might, Smiling is hard, life's not so "cute", You scream and yet, the screams are mute, When lies, evil and mistakes take all the love away... When asked how you feel it's always "I'm Okay," All the hope you had, got lost in the darkness, You're heartbroken, you feel so hopeless... Crying in the silence is the best you can. Everything has changed in a blurry time span... Would I be able to find true Love? Would I be able to ever again Trust? Be My Savior, Please Don't Be late... Give me true love... I hope you understand. My name is Samantha Walters, and that's how my story went... But who knows how it would end? - #11 in Humor Copyright © Dark_Starlet. All Rights reserved.

"And something tells me that you would really like that if I fuck your tight pussy" He whispered in my ear as he saw me bit my lip. Chris gripped my hips and kissed my neck softly sucking on it. A moan escaped my lips and Chris gripped my chin as his lust filled eyes looked into mine. "Don't worry babygirl because as soon as you give me the okay to fuck you, your pussy will be filled with my cock" He mumbled before reaching down and giving my pussy a hard smack. ~~~~~~ Christian is all grown up now and 26 years old with no one in his life. He lives in Atlanta in a house with no one to share it with. He was the player that didn't want anyone and never needed anyone besides family. What happens when he meets a famous event planner by the name of Isadora White? What happens when he finds out that Isadora is a mother to a seven month old baby? Third book of the LittleSeries #1 Single- April 14, 2019 #4 Rose- September 23,2019 # 2 Babygirl- October 2,2019 # 8 Mother- October 15,2019

Before giving herself over the the inevitable marriage mart that is the London Season, Lily Beresford is determined to make a clandestine foray out into the real world. Desperate for a sense of purpose and autonomy before she marries, Lily creates a pseudonym and applies for work as a secretary to an Irish merchant. What starts as a simple ruse for a taste of independence quickly becomes complicated as Lily gets to know her new employer, rivals emerge, and trust is ultimately tested. Lily is about to learn the true meaning of "be careful what you wish for".

They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *