You all will get to choose the cover after a few chapters get published! AZRON AND AZEALAH'S HUMAN LOVE STORY! CAN BE READ ALONE! He absolutely hated her because he loved her. She made him feel emotions that were foreign to him. He goes crazy without her but even crazier with her. The bubbly girl pounced everywhere he went. His mother always warned him about drugs but never about a sweet and innocent bubbly 5' girl with crazy ideas and a loud mouth that never knows when to stop talking. The mother at the orphanage always warned her about bad people but never taught her how to identify them. He's crazy for wanting to listen to her rants all day long and she's crazy for becoming the most dangerous man's addiction. She was the bubbles of happiness in his life. ------- The man's eyes widened in fear as he suddenly turned around and started to run away upon seeing the most dangerous man behind the girl. "That's right! Run away! I'll never marry you! I got a gun and you don't." She small female giggled and sang as she jumped up and down to celebrate her victory. She then realized that the poor man that she forcibly grabbed was still behind her. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to steal your gun. Or point it at you. It's a really nice gun! Can I decorated for you? Also my name is Azealah. What's you name? Mother taught me not to speak to strangers so tell me your name so we'll no longer be strangers. Hey! Where are you going?" She yelled the last question as he grabbed the gun from her hold and walked away. "Somewhere." His deep voice said. "I'm going nowhere. Let me come to your somewhere." She demanded and stood right in front of him. He stared at her for a second before starting to walk away once again only to have her skipping her way to follow him.

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃ "Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden. I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face. His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse. ❃ Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels,begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her. Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden. When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?

A powerful and young witch finally escapes the grasp of her captor with the help of a sexy alpha - He places a lingering kiss on my red and sore lips, "Since you have been such a good girl I will reward you," he tells me then his gray eyes change to bright gold, "Now on your hands and knees angel" he commands me. I comply with his wish, "Yes alpha"

✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥ [part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for the well known Efrains', the offer is too tempting not to take upon consideration. Ruben Efrain, knew the power his last name carried which only led people to associate him to the emotion of fear and power. Navigating his way to the top, there was only one thing that could potentially distract him, the beautiful blue eyed temptress who happens to be hired to follow his orders even the ones that could lead him to break his own morals. But, she could never be his love because distractions like her could only lead to one's death. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Never took you as a love letter type of person." Ruben paused his fine hands craftsmen handwriting as he glanced up at the intoxicating raven blue eyes. "I'm not a love sick puppy Ms. Rossi, so don't attempt to make me one." Violette smiled as she made her way to the wrinkled rolls of papers on the smooth wooden surface of his desk. "Liar." She whispered under her breathe as she collected the pieces of discarded paper to toss in the dust bin. Before she could pull away from his side, Ruben yanked her down by her waist. The tequila on his lips mixed with the fresh strawberries' scent lingering around her to make the finest liquor in the world. "I write love letters alright. Just not on paper. But, don't worry so will you Ms. Rossi. With your nails on my back and I would with my tongue between your thighs."

In which eighteen year old Genevieve catches the attention of her professors. Causing an unsettling infatuation. Infatuation soon turns into obsession. Warning: This material is not suitable for those under the age of 18.

When 20-year-old Fallon Lopez lays eyes on a man who's quite a few years older than her, she immediately feels an attraction toward the mysterious man. She finds herself being drawn to him, feeling a spark grow between them and the tension grow thicker by each passing minute. Though, who knew that he was the man she could never have? . . . "You're playing a dangerous game." "Maybe losing has a sweeter taste than victory."

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."