"I'll swim all seven seas for you if it would make you happy. Buy you all of these fuzzy, lil' sweaters you like to wear if it'll put a smile on your face," Oscar murmured into Claire's golden curls lovingly, pulling her small body onto his lap and wrapping his thick arms around her waist. "I'd take a bullet for you, baby." Oscar "Spooky" Diaz, the ruthless, dominant leader of the Los Santos gang, the person that everyone fears, who's heart is cold as ice towards anyone who dares to look him in the eye. Claire Hudson, the sweet, soft-spoken girl who's polite to all, the girl whose smile lit up the entire room. What happens when two completely different people collide? What happens when good girl and bad boy go against the world together? Title used to be "I'd Take A Bullet For You" All 'On My Block' characters belong to the original creator. Claire Hudson only belongs to me.

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

After narrowly escaping her abusive boyfriend, semi-verbal and autistic Breo Williams finds herself alone on the streets of San Antonio. Cold and scared, 'good' samaritan and Cartel boss Javier 'La Parca' Ramirez takes her in, slowly growing fond of her company. Javier finds himself conflicted as he learns more about Breo, questioning his priorities, life choices and morals as his feelings for her inevitably develop, while Breo slowly begins to heal from her past with help from Javier, the man who was there for her when she needed it the most. "I know I don't have to be a good guy to love her, but maybe want to be good for her." - Javier 'La Parca'/'The Reaper' Ramirez ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: *I am not Mexican or Spanish I just wanted to write this because I daydream a lot and it would be fun to write! I am autistic and semi-verbal just like the main character so please don't be mean! All Spanish is from google translate and my cartel knowledge is from google so any tips will be appreciated hah. Enjoy!* Also I'm writing this as I go so feel free to interact and comment! Lmk if there's anything you want me to write specifically too! New chapters when I can! Tysm for all the reads and votes too!! 🫶🏾 *** TW LIST: Sexual assault (r*pe) Physical and emotional abuse Domestic abuse/violence Drug and alcohol use/misuse Graphic violence Murder Ableism (Specifically towards autistic individuals) Miscarriage Description of serious and long term injury ***Also the first few chapters have weird tensing because I was finding my feet with writing! When I'm done with the book I'll go back and edit things to improve the way it's read!***

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Comanche is a Native American word that means "he who fights all the time". The name is a fitting one for the mysterious biker who is part of the Death Reapers motorcycle club. Best known for his temper and propensity for solving problems through violence his life takes a turn after a motorcycle accident where he meets Jada a divorced mother of twin boys. Jada has been in a violent relationship in the past but she is still attracted to the undercurrent of danger that runs through Comanche but can he curb his temper to make Jada fall in love with him? This is Book 2 but can always be read as a stand-alone. I don't own the rights to the picture Any references to people, places, and things are purely coincidental. This work is purely a work of fiction by the author.

*Read before book 8 of Köhler Series* Isabella was only 15 when she lost her whole family that care about her to EF-4 tornado that wiped out her whole little town. Leaving her with nightmares making her afraid to sleep. She was sent to live with her father in California that didn't want her ending with running soon as she turned 18 with a five-month-old baby girl name Amelia. Two years later she was living working at diner in Malibu, California, where she first meets Senator Ian Williams. A man that claims her without her knowledge make you feel uncomfortable to be around unknowing the danger that follow him until she meets Jeremias Lang. Jeremias was straight forward with caring her for daughter making it known he wanted her although he was 10 years older Also, he had a secret he's running from, Jeremias is the oldest of three and the next in line to take over this his father mafia in which it running from Will he be able keep able to keep her safe or will it end in disaster?

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.

Dorothy Monroe is a petite woman with a heart too big for her chest. She's pure, kind, she looked at the world and determined all the colours of nature were miracles and needed to be remembered. She's loved photography ever since her father brought a camera home and even had a gift with the newly designed lenses ever since she could wrap her small hands around the clunks of metal. Thomas Shelby: gangster; and war hero; he reads the devils script as if it were the morning newspaper - the list will go on. I don't need to say much more, you already know him. The Shelby family, as part of Tommy's expansion plan, bought a large area of the woods on the outskirts of Small Heath, far away from the Birmingham smog, there they built safe houses and kept heavy machinery; maybe even once they kept a large crate of stolen guns, supposedly belonging to the Government. Unbeknownst to Dorothy, who stumbled around the woods (a bulky camera in hand), she had explored the woods many times, taking photos of all the things that shined bright enough, but had never come across the peculiar buildings that held many dangers. That is, of course, until she knocks upon one of the doors, ready to give an earful to whoever had built over this precious patch of land, only to come face to face with one Thomas Shelby. -loosely follows the plot of season 1- *disclaimer* I do not own the Peaky Blinders or any of Steven Knights characters, only the story of Dorothy and her own plot line. This trope is cliche and overused, but idc, I like it.

A Stephen James book! (BWWM) "What the hell? No, get your ass in that house and beat Elijah's ass" she pulls me up "do you want to be with him?" "Of course but I'm not fighting him anymore" I shrug carelessly "if he wants me he needs to show me" "Beat his ass until he comes to his senses" Either this woman really wants me to be with her son or she's just plain old crazy. "I'm convinced you're on drugs, Vivian "

🦋🌸💗 ❝𝑰'𝒎 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊..❞💗🌸🦋 ❤ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 ❝𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡-𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝟑𝟎𝟓 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠-𝐚...𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞..❞