Easton Raven, born into the mafia world and next in line to take the seat handed down from generation to generation. Rough, tough, ruthless, charming and dangerous as well as dangerously good looking. Aubrey Black, young, beautiful, sweet, caring and giving. Aubrey is the kind of girl who would do anything for anyone in their time of need, however, people tend to take advantage of her kindness as they mistake her for weak. What happens when the man who swore he would never fall in love, falls in love with someone from the outside world? Will two worlds become one or will it all end in heartbreak? Book 3 in the Cobra series. Number 1 in Mafia: 27/2/2020 Number 1 in New story 13/3/2020 Number 2 in forbidden 22/3/2020 Number 2 in Young adult 22/3/2020

❝Because when you realize nobody cares and all those pretty little opinions derive from your own mind; you can finally get some sleep at night.❞ Marion was an insomniac, Jay feared the night, and Dean thought he owned it. {starting back in march}

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

Kayla's senior year trip is supposed to be the icing on the cake. Good grades, a perfect boyfriend, and a future she's always imagined. But when their plane emergency stops in Rome, Italy because of a record-breaking storm, sixty seniors have to learn how to adapt. But in an airport not prepared, a language barrier and a miserably irritating neighbor hell-bent on annoying her, Kayla's in for more than the trip she bargained for. [This is now a published book! Find out inside where you can buy]

"why are you back again?" "donut worry about that." "..." "..." "did you just-" "yup." #9 in short story [081217]

"I need your help." He was obviously drunk, and I was obviously confused. "What the fu-" Mason pushed a hand to my mouth. "Shhh," he shushed me loudly, "someone's gonna hear us, Maddy." He could not be serious. ••• A drunken boy sneaking into Morgan Collins' room was all it took for her life to turn around. Now she had to deal with a very moody bad boy and the problems/ drama that rolled with him. Could she handle the drama? Could she possibly save him? Most importantly, who the fuck was Maddy? Now published and available for purchase! How to Save a Bad Boy: A Teen Romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644341476/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AEAP3CYHRGBAKKHXBN2D

Now A Wattpad Featured Story... A collection of short stories where faeries good, bad, and just plain scary roam a world of Rock-n-Roll and Marilyn Monroe. ♛ CONTENTS ♛ 1. Truly Elemental // 1957 2. Barren // 1941 3. Red Cap // 1962 4. Dress Up // 1950s 5. Over Your Grave // 1956 6. The Bleeding Boy and the Bruja // 1946 7. Changeling // 1940s 8. Jack Be Nimble // 1950s 9. Drown //1958 10. The Dryad // Holiday Special

Alexa Grey. Brandon Flemming. Sebastian O'Connor. Girl. Boxer. Fighter. --- excerpt --- A boy around my age was getting mercilessly beaten by someone with their back to me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of blood everywhere and the cracking of his ribs as punch after punch knocked through him. The boy must have noticed that I was there as he lifted his head, looking at me with a desperate plea for help. Then his attacker turned around and my eyes nervously met Sebastian's. Within milliseconds, anger overtook me and I stormed over. "Leave." Sebastian growled, barely even glancing at me as he pushed me straight into a brick wall. "Stop hitting him," I gasped, trying to get my breath back as I moved away from the wall. "Get out of here." There was nothing but stone cold harshness in Sebastian's voice as he ordered me once again to leave. "No." My breath had been regained and I was standing taller now, my confidence for some reason soaring. "I said," He spat out the words, turning away from the boy and towards me, "to get out of here." "Make me." I didn't even blink as I locked eyes with him, daring him to lay another finger on me. "Fine." Sebastian slammed me back against the wall, grabbing my bandaged wrist and twisting it. There was nothing I could do to hold back the small scream that escaped my lips as he applied more and more pressure. Yet I made no attempt to move away. "Don't touch him." I managed to say, desperately trying to keep my voice as smooth as possible. "I don't have to listen to you," He scoffed. "You don't. But you should." "Oh, and why should I?" Sebastian had visibly calmed down now, it was obvious. Even the tight grip on my wrist had loosened completely. "Because you're better than that." I replied softly, moving myself away from the wall and glancing down at the semi-conscious boy. "You over-estimate me then." With that, Sebastian dropped back and walked off without a single look behind him.

Imagines with your favorite players (Mainly NHL, but I'm also open to do OHL, AHL, NWHL, etc.) Thank you so much for reading!

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*