An unlucky bride makes a deal with a God of War to bless her marriage. Unfortunately, her husband has other plans and leaves her for dead at his altar. #8 in Romance #1 in Gods #2 in Fantasy Romance #65 in Love

Echo wasn't like her sisters. She knew that when people talked about the famous and fabulous Reid sisters, they weren't referring to her. Quiet, homely, plain and riddled with social anxiety that made it hard for her to leave the house, she could never have known what was about to happen, she never dreamed she'd live such an adventure. Luke Farina was the most dangerous man around- spoiled, selfish, extremely conceited- he didn't take no for an answer and always got what he wanted. He just never expected that the strange and ridiculous little Echo would be the one to say no and somehow become the one he had to have most. -- NOTE: Hi everyone! I really hope you take the time to read this story. It's already complete for the most part, in just taking it slow in publishing it. It's my first story and I'd love to hear your comments and feedback. I hope you decide to give it a chance! This is also part one of a series and I'm already midway through the next book which can't be released unless this one gets some positive feedback. Thank you and enjoy!

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

She never met someone that is so cold and soft at the same time, that is mean to everyone, and not to mention he is super hot. He never met someone so shy, that only minds her own business, and is a total darling and makes his cold heart melt. Liliana Smith is a total angel, she is shy, and the girl that had no friends and her parents are workaholic, she just finished high school and is about to go to college. Greyson Carter is the opposite of Liliana he is cold, has lots of friends, is a hockey player, and has the perfect family. He is on his second year of college. As everyone says, opposites attract each other.

"I didn't ask for this, Hero. I didn't ask for any of this." Nora Johannes was poor. That was one way to describe her. She was poor in the means that she lacked everything a normal teenage girl in her town wouldn't: a stable home, a loving family, and friends to gossip the night away with. Nora lacked the norm. Hero, on the other hand, did not. Hero Woods was the norm. He created the trends in Hillcrest Memorial and roamed the halls in confidence: he was also the person who brought all of his five, trustworthy friends together. Nora had enough. Hero had it all. But what if 'enough' was no longer sufficient? What if Hero's 'all' became too much? What if their all was never enough? Achievements: #7 in Heartbreak #5 in Badboy #10 in Trauma

STORY 4 BOOK 2 of Loving November Grace Five years ago I was swept up in this storm. The storm of him. And for a beautiful second, our clouds, they collided. Our skin hydrated. Loving the way the rain felt across our nerves. The electricity, the lightning burning us. And this storm it broke and fixed me all at once. It tore down everything in it's path, destroyed walls and melted ice I thought was forever going to be inside of me, but it also nurtured my heart and I grew. I grew and I survived everything after; all the consequences of loving him. We survived. I was left with memories, and imprints that only whispered to be heard. And even they faded over the years. I wasn't ever going to see him again and that was okay. It was okay until it wasn't. Until it wasn't a reality. And he walked right into my little coffee shop. Because when two points are destined to touch, when paths are pushed together, forced to cross- There's no rule that they only cross once. If the universe wants it, it will always find a way to make the connection. Cole and I lost each other, and I thought that was fate, that is what was destined for us. It was the safest thing for us all. It still is. And that is fine. But when we did meet again, all those years later- it wasn't. Nothing at all was fine. There are so many reasons why I should have stayed away, so many reasons why that fire, that fire should have gone out by now, and nothing but ash should be left. Yet it burned. Us. Them. It was destructive and neither of us even wanted it. But. It's us. Our hearts are old friends, our skin, etched with each other's fingertips.

"Your favorite color?" "Hmm." Davon let out as he leaned in towards her. He inspected Scarlet's cold eyes with full concentration, and after a few seconds, he finally responded when he moved away from her. "Auburn." ♢♦♢ Scarlet. She was a nightmare brought to life. A horror story to be told around campfires. The name alone struck fear into the most bravest of men or women. At the age of just 27, she had grown to be the most fatal assassin to walk the face of the Earth, and no one even knew what she looked like. Scarlet purposely left harmless traces behind with every kill, which served as a reminder to everyone that she still lurked in the shadows. But on one occasion, a dark-haired man with even darker eyes left a trace on her heart. 18+

"His gaze holds mine like a spell, like a dangerous, delirious kind of magic. I swallow, my heart racing, my head filling with panic and confusion and anticipation and an inexplicable, unidentifiable hunger. . ." When Rosalyn Clark moves into her new apartment, she unwillingly becomes involved in the criminal antics of her gorgeous yet completely dangerous next door neighbor. Young, dark, and mysterious, he turns Rosalyn's world upside down. Her once normal life quickly becomes a part of his chaos. The worst part? She can't seem to stay away from him, no matter how hard she tries. A not-so-cliché mafia romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam. ⭐️ Ami's Good-Grammar Guarantee

Some people merely adopt darkness, but she was born into it. Hiding every gloomy secret, covering all the lies, she walks through the life devoid of all emotions. They all labeled her, those silly people, if only they had stop for a moment and observed. Looked into her eyes and see the wreckage behind them, see the hurt and the pain behind that anger. Nobody noticed, nobody tried to care... until that someone. • • • They loath each other and there's nothing anyone could do. Winter and Ethan are like fire and ice, like darkness and light, like hurricane and tornado they don't mix at all. But, fate, my friend is one hell of a player. So, what will happen when Fate works it's magic and the two arch enemies are thrown together? Amidst all the chaos, heart breaks and tears, will the truth finally come out and surrender? or will it act just as stubborn as the person, who hid it. Copyright © mysteriouslypoetic 2018. All Rights Reserved.

Important Note: This story is no long available on Wattpad. The new version of this story is titled "Extra Credit" and can be found over on my profile. Thanks for reading! * * * * * Final exams are only months away when Calista Hale is told news that no senior in high school wants to hear; she's being held back from graduating. The only way for her to receive that rolled up piece of parchment at the end of July lies in Lincoln Pierce. A master of deceit and skipping class, Lincoln is sure to give Cali a run for her diploma. But as it turns out, she may be his last hope. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Copyright of Luisa Dituri © All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ONLY AVAILABLE REAM!