Odette has lived most of her life in Lagos Nigeria where she stayed with her Mom, Funke. A trip to the village and poke nosing where she wasn't supposed to gave her the ability to see ghosts which made her boring life not so boring. She eventually relocates to America for college where she discovers traces of an unsolved case and realise that life in America as a black isn't easy #Blacklivesmatter #Alllivesmatter *Currently Editing*

He desperately wants to escape his birthright... Enzo Fiorenza doesn't want to have anything to do with his powerful family. After his parents' death, he feels that he doesn't fit in anymore that's why he threw himself in the army to make use of his worthless life despite his uncle's protest. But his life was about to change when death nearly caught up with him once again making him lose his memory but this might just be this wary soldier need right now a fresh start to find a reason to live. She desperately wants to save her birthright... Willow Kinsella doesn't want to lose her family ranch due to a huge debt her father left behind after his death. She's doing everything to save the ranch it doesn't help the fact that her ex-boyfriend slash owner of the neighboring ranch is pressuring her to sell her land to him. She would die first before selling her beloved ranch. But one night she found a wounded stranger in the forest with no memories of his past. Will he be the one who will save her from all of her problems or perhaps just another man who would bring heartache in her already shattered heart?

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

All of us are uncertain at the age of sixteen. The world larger then had imaged with a feeling of more freedom. Getting a car, curfew longer, boys, and to fit into the latest fashion. All thing that we think about as a girl. But for Grace an arranged married was what she got on her sixteenth birthday. One that had a larger agenda to the one he claimed to her new found father three years prier. For his race as governor Ivan Morker offered a deal for him to pay for the campaign for his daughter. Grace seeing her fate sealed of a loveless life. One night going out to loose her virginity to someone that would make love to her. Come Ace Harper, right hand man to the mafia and soon King. They meet in the most odd way that sparked an attraction. One that would stretch for years till they met again. Grace having one night of passion. Until she had to face reality and meet the man she was to hurt her in more then just pain. Little did her mother and father know was that she was to inherit Dohery's families riches when she married. But there was just one flaw. It wasn't until she reached the rip age of 21 and of proof of her linage with the locket her grandmother gave on her death bed would she be able to claim it. And on the day of there first meeting, Morker with his friend Bellinor did unspeakable things to her before setting the house on fire with her mother and Grace in it to be burned alive. But this is only where the story begins. Having survived from being burned alive. A new identity with a new unlikely savior. Now she had to fight herself against the only man she has ever loved, crashing into her new life. One that she had never thought to see again now scared and hesitant of what he would think of her now. A word in the heat of passion they shared that kept her constantly at bay from him. Perfect. Something she no longer was. Then again Ace Harper had other plans and was going to stop at nothing to have her again. And this time, permanently.

"How long have you worked here?" Logan felt her heart slam against her chest as he approached, closing the distance between them. "A few weeks. I was here... We spoke..." "You're the servant who walked in on me," Nicholas said, his lips curling into a smirk. "Yes, that was me." Logan gasped when his hands wrapped around her wrists. "What are you doing, Mr. Wilder?" "Next time you walk into my room like that, I'll bend you over and show you what a real punishment is." She couldn't breathe. She didn't even dare as he released her then stalked away as if he had not just threatened her.

"Pregnant," he said, the word rolling off his tongue. "Yes, Mr. Devereux, I am pregnant with your child." She cast her eyes down at her nails to avoid his intense hazel eyes. "Anyway, you don't even remember me. I just thought you should know. Goodbye." Oh, yes, he remembered this one. She had been a challenge, and when he finally stumbled into bed with her, he didn't ever want to stop his deep thrusting or the desperate movements of her hands in his hair, pulling him closer until they came together. "Olivia," he said, drawing out her name the same way he had during their passionate night. "I want my child. Give me proof it's mine so I can take this predicament off your hands." She laughed at the insensitive man. "How dare you have the nerve to call my child a predicament? There is nothing unpleasant about the blood I carry. Goodbye, Mr. Devereux, and I hope you rot in hell."

"What am I doing?" Adeline pushed the weight of his body off of her and huffed out a heavy breath. "Don't think," he said, tracing her bottom lip with his damped finger. "I'm cheating on my husband." "You're taking revenge." She shook her head, unconvinced. "It doesn't make me any better than him." "You're so much better than him," he whispered, caressing her cheek. "You deserve so much better, too. Leave him, babe." "And go where, Will?" "Anywhere," he suggested. "With me."

An household employee who had been fantasizing her boss to fullfill her sexual needs finally came true. Lets find out the story of Kristel Laurel and her boss Dexter Joson.

"Fine, hurt me for all I care. Beat me, and hear me scream in pain if that's what you think will get me to listen to you." "Oh Alessandra it isn't pain I'll torture you with. I'm going to pleasure you to the point your voice will be horse from screaming your moans. With each passing orgasm you'll beg me to stop until you pass out from exhaustion." - Everyone talked of him as distant, cold, and uncaring. His reach for anything he wanted unlimited to how he would get it. With a body and a mind he was a force to be reckoned with. A man that installed fear with just a passing glance to who he was. But what if they were all wrong. What if he was a man that was hurting underneath it all. A man that has lost so much and was always pass over without feeling. Alessandra had no clue who really lurked under his hard exterior. But it was a person she was working hard to fight. An attraction that would never last for all men always had an agenda in there mind. And she was no foul to believe the Prince of shadows, the leader of the mob, actual could have genuine feelings for her. Or so she thinks that she could survive the charm of Nathaniel Torrio and not loose her heart to him. Not being sure if she had replaced one evil for another. A love she thought she would never know just at the tip of her fingers. Will she finally touch it or let it slip threw her fingers? - P.s. will have Lawrence and Amelias wedding. Can be read separately. Cover by kate190021