this will be a series of short stories ranging from urban fiction, fan fiction, supernatural, and fantasy. I hope you guys enjoy- thank you for all of the support.

Stella Erickson has always been one to follow rules. Living in the 1920's, as a dancer, it is often hard for her to uphold her beliefs, yet alone make any friends. When she meets Jack Moretti, everything changes, and suddenly, prudish Stella is carefree and finds herself breaking rules...and she loves it. Can she get past Jack's career? And can she avoid falling in love with him?

When a much younger Irish hitman falls for a seasoned colored lounge singer in 1930's Chicago, trouble is right behind them. Between his obligations to his boss and a jealous ex, can these two lovers find a way or are they doomed to a tragic end?

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James King is a name that strike fear into many hearts. He's cold, unforgiving and uncompromising. Use to getting what he wants so what's happens when he meets a Bella Moore a beautiful young woman with heart of gold. Naive,sweet and innocent. P.S I do not own any images or gifs

"if you're lookin' for someone who can change you're life, ain't no need to cry baby wipe your eyes."

"Will you get off of me. This isn't apart of the deal Landon. You don't get to fuck me." "I know I know. But let's just imagine." I stood up with a dress in my hand trying to leave his embrace. But he kept my hips on his pelvis. "It's dark, we're on my bed. Your small frame under me-" "Landon." He ignored me. "As I pound viscously into you." I couldn't help but to imagine to. A wave of heat flashed over me and he chuckled. "You're thinking of it too now, aren't you?" He asked breathing into my neck. With that I pushed myself off of him. "Asshole." I muttered slipping on the sundress. Highest rank: #9 in interracial-romance #6 in interracial

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat

The Bad Boy and The Tomboy is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Nicknames, a love of soccer, and school rumors are all the bad boy and the tomboy have in common. But if they give each other a chance, will they find something more? ***** Seventeen-year-old Macy Anderson is a tomboy that plays soccer, hangs with the guys, can't stand girls (except her best friend Jasmine) and doesn't know who Sam Cahill is. But when the pair unexpectedly meet, everything goes downhill from there. Because Sam Cahill is the school's bad boy, known for skipping classes and getting into trouble. Not to mention his cocky attitude, British accent, and magnetic charm, which seems to work on all the girls -- except Macy, who has a rule not date in high school. But when Sam starts showing her his moves (on and off the soccer field), Macy begins to see a different guy under the leather-clad exterior. Will that be enough to convince her that he's the one guy worth breaking the rules for? [[Word count: 300,000 - 350,000 words]] [[2015 Watty Winner]] All Rights Reserved- ©nikki20038