Lexi is a bartender in disguise, a chameleon-an assassin. Everything Lexi has become is all to keep a four-year-old girl safe. Moretti knows that Lexi will do whatever he says for the sake of the child and orders her to remove Crime Boss Angelo Tomassi from his throne. With his luxurious hotel, high-end investments and legion of workers that cater to his every whim, Angelo invokes jealousy from crooked politicians by refusing to give them more shares. Moretti sends Lexi to take it all. Lexi is not ignorant to the risks and sees an opportunity to escape Moretti's grasp. She devises a plan to ask for Angelo's help, hoping he will not connect her to Moretti first. Getting on Angelo's good side should be easy when she agrees to go out with the sexy business connoisseur and Angelo's right hand man, Rafa. One problem-Rafa is a sharp, no-nonsense elite who says he already knows her. Lexi must find out how before petitioning for the help of the Tomassi Group. (This book may contain language, violence or sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.)

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

"It is better to be feared than loved" Fanfiction #4 Teen Fiction #13 Copyright © 2013, JustinsAvenger

CEO of Styles Inc, Harry Styles himself has a new business deal in the ranks, his usual uptight attitude, and over working persona drastically forms him into what most people would call an asshole. What he isn't expecting is Niall to bring in a hot trainee from Vouge for an interview.

Ela, uma rapariga que de normal não tinha nada. Era humilhada todos os dias na escola, para não contar que lhe batiam sempre que queriam. Motivo de tal coisa? A sua mãe tivera falecido à pouco mais de três anos. A partir de aí, nunca mais se quis aproximar de tal 'criatura'. Pintava o cabelo de cinzento desde que na escola lhe despejaram tinta capilar cinzenta no seu cabelo loiro. Em casa, teve ela mesmo que o colorir por completo. Gostando do resultado, não o tirou, apesar de todos dizerem que fica mal. Ela não fala com ninguém nem deixa ninguém se aproximar dela, apesar de isso acontecer constantemente. Infelizmente, isso acontece para lhe baterem. Ele, um rapaz normal que muda de país, ficando a viver com a sua mãe e irmã em Washington. Na sua nova escola, algo lhe chama a atenção. Ela chama-lhe a atenção. Talvez seja pelo facto de que ela não fala com ninguém? Ou pelo seu sorriso ser bastante convidativo? Ou então pelos seus olhos azuis mostrarem amor sempre que entram em contacto com os dele? Ou pelo facto do seu cabelo cinzento ser do tom mais belo que ele já vira? Talvez até seja porque ele apenas se interessou por algo que mais ninguém olhava. Não vais ser fácil para ele conseguir ser amigo dela. A sua história não será fácil, mas quando forem a olhar para trás no final, foi a mais bonita que já teriam visto.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

They were both forced into it. None of them wanted to it to happen but they had to..... They had to get married to each other against their will. They hated each other, or so they thought. But they didn't knew that they were meant to be. A Hotlinebleeng Creation™ All rights reserved® •••••••• Cover by me myself and I

#Romance # || I am the original creator of this book. This book is copyrighted and owned by me and the Inkitt company. Any plagiarism occuring will be handled by them. Thank you || |Full version on Dreame| I fell for a ruthless man ... And he claimed me as his . I am to be his wife ..I don't know if i can change him . He is cruel, heartless ....yet i feel safe with him . Will i say yes to him after all he did to me ? Does this ruthless man deserve a chance ? Ava is a timid women while Roman is a cruel man . After he has claim her his ....will she let him in ? Will this marriage bring them closer ? THIS BOOK IS SQUEAL to ALL MINE I suggest you read All Mine before this book . #Dark-Romance #18+ #Bad language used #Completed book on OWO novel [App store}

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION // ALMOST COMPLETE, SHOULD BE DONE BY 2019. // RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.] ___________________________________________ ... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -and his kiss was soft. Softer than I expected. He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat - he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now, and don't you forget it." he stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami. I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even down right possessive. It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself, but I barely knew him, never the less, he barely knew me - or my name. ___________________________________________