He was damned. He was ruthless. He was a sinner. He was a monster. He was the devil. He was heartless. Until it started beating. Beating for her. Did the Devil finally fall for an Angel ? I will be updating this story in a binge in fall. It has 23 total parts and all will be updated at the same time in fall itself.

Tara Anderson is a lovely but fiery young woman who is beautiful and doesn't back down from anyone and despises love. Rafael-Levi Blackburn is the CEO of a large empire. He hardly ever has time for himself are family, although he's not a family man because of trauma he suffered as a child. When he hires Tara Anderson as his Personal Assistant he's entire life changes but is it for the better are the worst. Will her boss change her mind about love or will she change his mind........Will they have a happy ever after........ will they even begin their journey together........ Or will it die before it begins......

Because falling in love with my personal assistant is prohibited. [[SOON TO BE EDITED.]] AN: Thank you for reading this story. I'll edit this soon when I'm done being a frontliner. 😌

Gerard Way hires a new personal assistant, but do things get too personal.

CW// Domestic Abuse, Violence, Violence against WOC, Sexual Assault, Gang Violence, Mafia Violence, Kidnapping, Murder Sexual assault, domestic abuse and a baby by 20? A parent's worst fears came true for Joanna Marcello. Luckily her son was the push she needed to make change. A writer and an artist Joanna is creative, yet her BA in Art & Literature hasn't landed her her dream job. But maybe being Andriy Vasilevsky's personal assistant is her FATE job. A single mom at 26 wasn't part of her master plan, but was written in someone else's destiny. Andriy's childhood was picture perfect. If you counted the documentaries made about orphanages in Eastern Europe as perfect. But Andriy was determined to be successful. he wanted it all, money, designer shoes, a nice house and a family to call his own. Too bad his multitude of mafia enemies have a habit of preventing him from starting a family. Especially when his new PA turns out to be the perfect woman for him.

"James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries, has passed away yesterday evening after a long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged 63, was one of the-" Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn't bear to listen to this... She had been there when it happened, she did not need it to be repeated. Elizabeth Waverton had been Mr. McGregor's personal assistant for the last three years. During that time the two of them had gotten close. They became friends, as he was as a father to her. Ms. Waverton was seen by many as one of the best personal assistants that there was. Most didn't last long at the McGregor's, but Ms. Waverton did. She was known for making anything possible, having connections all over town and anywhere you can imagine. But now that her former boss and friend is dead the company will be taken over by James McGregor jr. the son of her boss. Elizabeth had never quite taken a liking to this man, but he however has taken an interest in her...

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Erin, an orphaned pickpocket, is the queen of a small criminal subculture, but when she steals her way into a deadly conspiracy, mysterious powers seek to silence her. Erin will need all her cunning if she is to survive this new world of violence, magic and companionship, but sometimes, survival just isn't enough... Completed