UNEDITED WATTPAD VERSION! (This is the arguably rubbish version, ye be warned.) Includes a sample of the published version as well *** Life would be so much easier if he wasn't around, but even I couldn't deny that my life seemed to truly begin since his arrival. Had Lucifer truly been kicked out of heaven because of his own cravings for power, or had he fled after realizing his true happiness lied elsewhere, in a darker atmosphere? In this world, there is strictly no good or bad, no clear right or wrong. We make poor decisions, hoping it will prove worthy in the end. When it does, we never look back, but when it doesn't, it tears us apart like ravaged hell hounds. Perhaps we're all the product of Lucifer and God alike. Born from beauty only to fall to desire. *** When young baker Rosaria Castellanos is offered a chance to pay her parent's debts to the infamous Romano mafia family by a simple favor, she takes it in a heartbeat. Everyone expected a happy italian wedding, with too much wine to handle and lots of singing. Cater pastries, and don't die? Sounds easy enough. Nobody expected her to catch the eye of the young boss, Giovanni Romano, nicknamed 'The King of New York' for good reason. Unknowingly bound to the mafia by birthright, introduced by a dangerous love, Rosaria's identity will soon be forged. An unlikely heroine, imperfect and anxious, must grow through struggles and gang violence to save those around her. In even the darkest of places, love can bloom. Perhaps even in the mafia. - Side note: Warning: mature sexual scenes, swearing, violence ✨Milestones ✨ Featured on Wattpad's Dangerouslove profile #3 in Thrill -9/7/20 #32 in Mature -9/7/20 #42 in Mafia -3/10/20 #45 in Love -9/7/20 ~ Dates ~ WP Start: October 19th 2019 Finished: December 1st 2020 Published: February 14th 2021

(18+ EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT) ***this book contains vulgar language, violence, obsessive behaviour, mental disorders and other content that may be very sensitive to some readers**** ----READ AT OWN RISK---- Sin ' Devil ' Grey, a killing machine, merciless, a psychopath are all the words they call him. A monster that enjoys watching people suffer. The ring was his escape, where he went to run away from his demon's and haunting past. But its only for so long that he can run away from himself...... Luna Winters a stubborn girl who has a dark past that turned her into what she is, she has walls built very high that no one's ever dared to break. What happens when she finds herself having to pay a debt that's not even hers but will cost her her life. What happens when these two collide in the most scandalous way ever and she uncovers dark and terrifying secrets that tell her exactly why they called him "Devil". Find out what happens when the she two paths collide in a very dangerous world of blood, pain and sorrow. in a WARZONE _______________________ Highest rankings: #7 sexy #4 desire #6 lust #99 love #8 mafia #16 lover

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved

"I knew I wanted you from the moment I saw you and" he leans in closer "judging by the way you reacted to hearing me say the word 'wet'" he chuckles and it's a sexy, husky sound "you want me too." Sofia Stepanov is a 20 year old girl on the run from her abusive father. She's fed up with living a lifeless existence and when she gets accepted into a college in Seattle, she knows that this is her chance at a fresh start. She reluctantly leaves her childhood friend in New York and ventures off on her own to begin her first semester. Upon arriving on campus she immediately clicks with her eccentric roommate, Sage, and Sage's bat shit crazy best friend. They give her hope for the possibility of a normal college experience and begin to tear down the walls shes had to create to protect herself. But when Trevor Hayes saunters into her life and pops her perfectly content bubble, she's left reeling. He's sexy, charming and infuriatingly observant. He is everything she has been lacking in her rigid, cautious life and it pisses her off. She's used to flying under the radar but he can see straight through her- leaving her vulnerable. Just as Sofie opens herself up to all the possibilities of her new life, it becomes clear that Trevor is hiding something. Trusting him may be the biggest mistake she has ever made.

"Mine..." I spoke breathlessly, as I tucked a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear. F*ck, she's so beautiful. Thinking of how blessed I was to have this moment with her, I leaned in for another kiss, and swiftly moved my hands down from her blushing cheeks, to her waist, pulling her closer to my body. God, if only she knew how much I wanted her. "Chris, I can't-" she mumbled, and tried to pull away by firmly pressing her tiny palms on my chest. Instead, I crushed her delicate body into mine and kissed her deeper, causing her to whimper adorably. Smirking, I nuzzled her neck as I began to rain kisses all over it, leaving visible spots. But suddenly, she pushed me away. A tear rolled down her right cheek, and instantly made me soften. "Vanessa?" worry filled my voice as I slowly walked towards her with heavy footsteps, only to find her backing away from me. She was looking down and biting her lower lip from trying to hold her tears. I immediately froze. Shit, did I scare her? "I hate you Christopher." She said through gritted teeth as she finally looked up at me with her big brown eyes, filled with disappointment. Damn it, I wanted to kill someone from seeing her like this. With one last angry look, she turned her back and walked away, leaving me in jealousy and rage. "I don't care even if you have a boyfriend, Nessa. You're going to be mine and will always be." I said to myself with confidence, as I smirked at the thought of making her mine forever.

"Do you want to know what the worst part is about monsters these days?" "Whats that?" I knocked back the rest of the burning liquid in my glass and grimaced. "They refuse to stay under the fucking bed." *** His hair was darker than pitch and eyes clearer than the Mediterranean. He was an underground king, running the biggest gang in the city. His cold calculating smile struck fear in even the bravest of hearts. Controlling and powerful, Ash Petrov always gets what he wants and now...He wants her. But he's not the only badass in New York. Not anymore. Not since she arrived. Cara Turner struggles with hiding from her past and living in her present but what happens when they collide? Will she be able to survive? ****************** Warning will contain mature content - Rated R - 16+ recommended Swearing/Sexual and explicit content/ descriptive violence Read at your own will #2 in Action! holy crap people lol unfortunately this isn't a werewolf story but I will probably write one eventually.

He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his words. He stays that way for a moment before sliding his hand down my forearm and slowly pulling his head away. Our bodies still touching, he looks down at me with a smirk on his lips before he lets me go and walks away without another word. ~~~~ He is not the same person anymore. He has secrets. With him in her life, it is just a bittersweet tragedy.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance