"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

(Mature Audiences Only) Amalia has worked hard for everything she has ever wanted even if it meant having two jobs. However one night when walking home she is suddenly thrown in the back of someone's car. Her world is flipped upside down when she finds herself in the house of a beautiful stranger with many secrets.

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."

** this is a sequel to Broken Walls and I doubt that this book can be read as a standalone** To love at all is to be vulnerable, our fears reveal what we care about the most. She's got fire in her veins, smoke on her lips and blood staining her fists but her mind is wrapped in chains and scars mark her hips. Sometimes she forgets she even exists. Calm her chaos but never silence her storm. Behind her smile is a hurting heart, behind her laugh she's falling apart. Let it hurt, let it bleed, let it heal and let it go...I'm that girl, my name is Ann Parker and my life has turned into one big I Don't know. ★★★★★ "Now where do you think your going" he said walking closer caging me against the wall of books. "Back to ash" my voice trembled betraying me, but strangely I wasn't thinking about that right now but rather on the touch of his hands against my skin. There was something sensual about the caress, something disturbingly hot in the slow male undertone of his accent. I frowned. What the hell is wrong with me? I must be so tired that I'm imagining things. And I guess I dazed off too long as I felt hot breathe caressing my face as he leans in an obviously uncomfortable position due to his tall slim frame. His eyes piercing through mine, reading me like an open book as he slowly starts to smirk. "What you thinking about" he asked, he's voice making my knees fail. "Nothing" "Your pulse is racing" he pointed out as he ran a finger across my wrist. "It generally does when I'm annoyed" I lied gaining courage. And he scoffed leaning against my ear. "Or aroused" his lips almost touching my ear. What! Pushing him back, my face red and hot with anger both In embarrassment and irritation. "Are you high? Sorry mistake...you are" I said and spun away making sure my hair whips his face painfully before going down the aisle. "Tarde o temprano princesa" he said before I left