"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me. I couldn't help my tears. Why is he doing this? "Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening steps toward me. "You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly. I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly. "And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry. "I did not cheat on you Hunter." I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me." I pleaded crying harder. "Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously. "Hunter, please." I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again. "Just get your things and leave." He said walking away. Twenty years old Stella Simmons thought was happy, didn't think that someone would want to harm her. She was married to Hunter Knight, the only man she ever loved. Ignoring the fact that he was ten years her senior, she gave him everything. Everything wasn't enough apparently. Be careful who you trust... *****

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

[18+ only, Mature Content] "Stop looking for a fight, angel, before I handcuff you to this bed and leave you here." "I'd scream," I warned him. "That would add the story of us f*cking." I held myself back from taking his gun and shooting him and gave him a fake smile. "I really dislike you." "It didn't stop you from moaning." * MALIA has one job. Follow the assassin called GHOST, find out who Sinners are, uncovering their plan. It was a simple order. But late nights, fights and the tension only lead to feelings and a desire that should be forbidden. Involves gangs, drugs, murder and sex. ENTERED IN WATTYS2019 04/06/19 STEAM & SMOKE by NŸX©️copyright #1 FBIagent #1 projectbadboys #4 badboy #1 gang #1 boy

"I'm not the one who can see ghosts" "I'm not the one who is a ghost" "That was actually really hurtful" "Aww I'm sorry, wait I don't actually care" "You're so mean- do it more" 《|》《|》《|》《|》 In which a girl has the ability to see the tortured soul of a sarcastic 19 year old from 1865. He's charming, incredible hot, has seen decades fly by and managed to keep up to date with today's news. Just one problem, he's dead and currently loves to annoy the hell the only person that can see, hear and sort of touch him. But more on that later ;) Copyright @tavanalee No Rights Reserved 2018 Highest Rankings: 《 N°6 ChickLit 《 N° 56 Romance 《 N° 9 Paranormal 《 N° 8 Teen Fiction 《 N° 10 Humour Cover Design by @newsies-

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** His hands are stained in blood. Her hands are white as snow. Living in their world, it's rare for someone to remain so pure and clean. Juliet Bianchi has the soul of an angel. The purest and most wholesome person to walk amongst devils and demons without so much as a drop of crimson on her. But can she stay that way? When the unimaginable and the unthinkable happens, will she be able to cling onto her innocence? Or will she succumb to the darkness of their world? And what happens when ghosts appear and threaten everything her and Vincenzo thought they knew? But then again..... Doesn't the Devil know everything? And remember..... Rule number two. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

Emilia has never been the type to be quiet or pushed around, that is unless it was Lorenzo. He's the only one who has ever make her knees shake...in more ways than one. She kept her distance from him as much as she could the older she got, feeling all too intimidated when she liked to be in control; he doesn't allow others control. Being close with his wife and him being a long time partner with her dad, they would have never thought what a bottle of cheap wine and cramps could lead them to. •••• "You know damn well you can't leave me," I tell her, squeezing her thighs. She bites her lip, cheeks turning a bright shade of rosy pink. Her skin is soft against the rough callouses of my hands. I never looked at her as anything other than a girl who got herself into trouble behind her daddy's back a little more than a year ago..now I'm the one she's fucking calling Daddy.

Rosabelle and Alexander Caulton are married. With Zane in NFL and Rose a teacher, life is bound to be amazing. Relationships will begin, families will start, tears of happiness and sadness will fall, and people will fall even more in love than they already were. Warning: This story is the sequel to Leave a Trace, which means there will be sexy Alexander Caulton. Prepare to melt in sexiness, tears, happiness, and worry about spending all of your time trying to find Alexander Caulton on eBay. This will most likely have strong language and sexual scenes. Read at your own risk. THIS IS MY STORY. I PUT MY OWN TEARS AND SWEAT AND FINGER MUSCLES INTO WRITING IT. DO. NOT. COPY. IT. Thanks :)

"What do you say," his voice begins in my ear. I feel his breath tickle my skin. I shiver. "That you and I slip out of here, hmm? We can go to the supply closet down the hall. I'm sure I can get the key." An audible gasp escapes my lips and I spin around to face him. He's close. He's so close. His blue-green eyes peer into mine, dark with an emotion that I'm not sure I've seen in a man before. I'm pressed against my desk and he's right in front of me. I can feel his minty breath fanning my lips. "Or," he starts, moving closer to me. "You could let me take you on a date." Say something, Belle! "There's not a chance in hell that I'll go out with you." I hiss. "Back away from me before I file harassment charges." I put my hands on his strong chest to push him, but he reaches out and grabs me around the ribs, his thumbs nestled under my breasts. He pulls me flush against his chest, his muscular chest pressed against mine. "Are you sure you don't want to go out with me, Rosie?" He murmurs. I feel my skin boiling in pleasure at his touch and I close my eyes, letting out a strangled breath. He smells so good. And then the bell rings, and my eyes fly open. His signature smirk is on his lips as he backs up. "Think about it, baby girl." He winks at me and saunters out of my classroom. What the hell? _____ Rosabelle Caldwell is the strictest teacher in West Valley High School. She's known for sending kids out with referrals, giving the hardest tests, and not letting people think of touching their cell phones. When Alexander Caulton walks into her class as a new teacher, trying to find his class room, she isn't expecting him to ask her out. And he is surely not expecting her to say no. Unfortunately for Rosabelle, Alexander is not one to go down without a fight. He will get Rosabelle all to himself, no matter what it takes. Warning: This story has strong language, sexual innuendos, feelings that will make your heart clench, and characters that you will want to buy on eBay.

She is kind Shy Gullible Pure Adorable Sweet Beautiful And innocent. Her name is Lavender. He is dark Dangerous Feared Dominant Strong Confident And possessive. ******************************** "Why are you crying?" He asked her. Voice so deep and groggy it sent chills down her spine. "I-it's n-no-nothing." She whispered and looked down. Face flushed and embarrassed. "Tell me." He almost commanded. Tugging her chin to look straight to him. She thought about telling him the reason for her tears but thought of the outcome, which would result in him laughing and decided to shake her head. "Tell. Me." He asked again this time voice edged with slight anger. Although she didn't know why. Lavender felt the need to cry again, and so the tear flowed freely against her flushed cheeks. "N-no o-o-on-one wants to be my fri-friend." She answered, expecting a laugh. "You don't have to cry because of dumb fucktards красота. If it means something to you, I'll be your friend." He said calm and collected. You can almost hear the possessiveness in his voice, but he himself does not know why he's acting like this towards a girl who he just met. Ranked #3 on innocent: 09/10/19 Ranked #32 on cute: 19/03/19 Ranked #1 on hisgirl: 13/05/19 Ranked #2 on fear: 06/19 Ranked #13 on teenfiction: 18/10/19

"You will be my queen, the queen of the whole kingdom and demon realm. You are my life and without you in it ...I am no king" he whispered broken-hearted. King Demetrius nuzzled his cheek lovingly against Helena's and stroked her Luscious icy curls. "I can't...I-" Salty tears slowly snaked down her face as she snuggled into the kings embrace feeling content like as if she is finally home. "Why?" "Because they won't let me" Both Demetrius and Helena were from different parts of the demon realm. Demetrius being from the north and Helena being from the south. However as they come to the age of their adulthood the both of them have a coronation. But when Helena's father invites the new king Demetrius to celebrate his daughters coronation of becoming the queen of the south no one expected for him to be Helena's soul mate. Can also be read as a stand alone book. READ MORE COMMENT VOTE SHARE LOVE YA!