Cali's life turned upside down when her new next door neighbour Kyle Knight came crashing in to her life. He was possessive, easily jealous and misunderstood. He was sensitive, loving and kind and everything Cali needed in her hectic life. Even when things went rough around the edges, Cali knew she had someone to soften them up; her leather jacket wearing "bad boy" who might not seem that bad after all. •THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS AROUND 13/14 SO DON'T HATE. ONE DAY I WILL REWRITE IT. I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY. :) •

I was no longer safe in my own I no longer have a home, I am nothing but payment to these monster to protect my old home. I will never give him my heart I will lock it up and let it die before I give it away.

When Katra was six years old her father married her to Arne. She grew up knowing his name and having flashes of him in her memories. Now he is back and ready to claim the child he left. Arne had returned from making new trade. His child bride is now grown and it is time to claim his bur. When Arne rides into the courtyard he is surprised to see the young child who showed promise of beauty grown into more then he thought could ever be. Arne is Jarl ready to claim his bride. A warrior ready to claim what is his. Katra is a princess. A shieldmadien. Arne has no idea of the fierce wife he will face. Yet in the forest there is a dark force that will the see the couple fall so that he may claim the shieldmadien as his. Will he win?

highly recommend that mature audiences read only mia samuels goes through a devastating year with her mothers death due to illness and her father being sent away to rehab from his harmful addiction. after her aunt insists to take her in to watch over her, everything goes sideways one night when mia is convinced by her cousin dias to go underage clubbing to celebrate on her arrival with her and her friends only leading things to worse matters with dias's brother carter being caught by a reckless troubled young man damon who is desperate to get his money back from him and involving mia in his mess. not only that, damon begins to grow a closer bond with mia adding to the list of complications in her life.

" D-do-dont k-kill me" she begged looking at my gun and sobbing loudly. "Now, why would i do that??" I asked her chuckling at her and then smirked, looking at her face while twirling my gun in my hand. "Y-you are a g-go-good boy. Killing people is wr-wrong. Vimla masi told me, it is wrong to hur-hurt people. Every person is good by h-heart and u are a good person. God will be sad if-if u hu-hurt me." She stuttered while sobbing. My eyes widen hearing her words. She is lecturing me !? ME !?? How dare she !?. " Girl do you even realise who I am that you are daring to lecture me !?" I asked, my voice deadly calm. She gave me her stupidest reply ever I heard from anyone till now. _____________________ Meet an indian girl TARA, 22 year old beautiful who is orphan, very innocent, shy, timid, naive, always oblivious to its surrounding.She is a girl who is loved by all people surrounding her because of her sweet innocent nature but there are some those who are nothing but an evil to her innocent soul. She is not mentally ill but people around her sometimes mistaken her to be mental because of her pure soul who is totally oblivious to the dangers of the life. Now, meet ABHINAY SINGH, 27 year old handsome billionaire, who is a dangerous mafia leader. He is feared by all. Even his own men are scared shitless. No one dares to cross his path but if any one somehow did, they would pay a heavy price, a price as extreme as their life. People say he is heartless, ruthless, devil in disguise. Some calls him "DEVIL". Mercy word is not in his dictionary and enjoys torturing his victims to the point that they would beg for him to give them death. But, both this opposite personality would crash somehow. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A DANGEROUS MAFIA MEET AN INNOCENT SOUL. Would he break her? Would she heal him with her innocence and sweet nature?

Raelynn Iris Potts was only seven when her mother died from a drug overdose. Fast forward ten years and her family is no different. Her father and stepmother are horrible drug addicts that would do anything to get their hit even if that meant selling their only child for more. With her final hopes of this never happening starting to fade away, she doesn't know of she will be able to survive the horrible man they are planning to sell her to. Nixon Elias Stephenson is a very well known mafia boss. He was never saw himself being able to settle down with anyone even if it was just for his four year old son, Liam. One day when he is over at one of his clients house demanding for his money he saw this amazing girl and decided to make a deal with these addicts, next time they can't pay he would take their only daughter to be a nanny to his son. But at this moment he couldn't realize that buying her was meant for something completely different.

Nikolai volkov. The most feared man in Russian. He's known greatly for the deals he's done and the fear he causes. He's a ruthless man who doesn't give a fuck. If he wants something or someone he always gets what he wants. No matter the cost. He lies. Cheats. Deals. He always gets his way. Cleo a innocent & most positive person. She's too caring and generous. Though she'll never admit it. She looks at the world black and grey and never judges. As to her people have their opinions and reasons. What if she has to break every single belief. Every moral she has to survive. The world of Nikolay.

"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.

THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT OF MY BOOK. I AM JUST LOOKING FOR BETA READERS TO COMMENT ON WHAT THEY THINK SO FAR, NOT COMMENTING ON THE FORMATTING OR PUNCTUATION! "You are mine." He growled out the words as if the rumors were true. They are part beast, part man. "No. I am not yours... I am no ones, but my own! I am a lady of the Court of Roses and I demand you let me go this instant!" Delilah twisted and squirmed in his strong grip, but it only caused her simple dress to tear at the seam. "No. You are mine. My lady." His voice was firm and he pulled her further against his chest. His height and large physique made Delilah feel small, like a dove in his hands. Dread filled Delilah's mind and fear coiled in the pit of her stomach at the thoughts that raced through her mind. She was a barbarian's lady.

TW Sexual assault Domestic violence Highest Ranking: #4 in Betrothed. #7 in Viking "I told you not to move," the brute said as he turned back to her. His face was blazing as he took her in. She had disobeyed his order. The brute took several long strides before kneeling beside her. Aila tried to bat away his hands as they reached for her. He wrapped one fist around both of her wrists to stop her from hitting him. "Nay!" He demanded. Another figure moved closer. A brute with short black hair and harsh jawbones. He was broad shouldered- not quite as burly as the first man- and muscular. He wore similar clothes but of darker colors. "She is a pretty one," he said with a devilish smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked through the grass, his boots thudding loudly. "You planning to share?" "Nay!" The brute holding her said with such force. She shuddered at the authority he used. "She is mine!" "No," she protested with a hoarse voice.