Sent to a prison in a foreign country, with only thoughts of revenge in her mind. A harsh world where softness has no place and she knows it better than anyone, alone, fighting to survive. But then she meets him and everything changes in a storm of flaming desire she feels herself getting drawn futher in by him and becomes addicted to the feelings he gives her, until there is no return.

Vadim Nabatov has always been a strict and cruel man, one of the best leaders the Russian mafia has ever known. At 43 years of age, Vadim thought he would never become a father. He thought his little nephew Nickolai was his only hope for a heir. Until one day he finds a surprising present at his doorstep, a present wrapped in a pink blanket... (Book 1 in the A Mafia's past series: Nabatov's story)

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Open Novella Contest Prompt: Bad Boy Not in any relation to my other books.

This is my version of the last scene in James POV.

"I woke up, drenched In sweat and consumed by fear. My heart was beating and I was scared to the bone. had been the 12th time this month that I had awoken to a nightmare. The worst thing about all of this though was that the nightmare was real and the monster was hiding under the bed...." ................................................................. Alison. 21 years old, living alone and haunted by a malevolent creature. All she wants is a happy, normal life but she knows that that is something she will probably never get, unless she confronts her dark, and mysterious past.... .............................................................. Hi this is me the author 3 years later and I would not recommend this book to read ...my writing was terrible I was 12 lol.. so yh don't read it there's a ton of mistakes and clichés so read at ur own risk ... * first wattpad story

The Locker Exchange is becoming a film and will be adapted by Wattpad WEBTOON Studios and Leone Film Group. Stay tuned for updates! ***** The Locker Exchange is now published as a Paperback and E-book by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** When Brynn finds herself accidentally sharing a locker with a misunderstood and popular bad boy, she can't help being pulled into a high-stakes mystery. ***** After discovering her newly assigned gym locker has no back wall -- so she's stuck staring at the shirtless abs of the school's resident bad boy, Kyler Fellan, almost every time she opens it -- Brynn Cadence does what anyone would do: she tries to pretend like everything is normal. But soon enough, she catches herself laughing at his flirtatious jokes and searching for his eyes in the crowds of the halls or lunch room. What she doesn't know, however, is falling in love with Kyler Fellan comes with more danger and drama than she realizes... [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)