A mature novel in which a very powerful man falls dangerously for a meek girl. - "Come here." A harsh, clear warning rang in his voice. I stood, my cheeks flushed red from the sight before me. Dante's chest was all bare and his fingers were slowly unzipping his pants. Everything about him was chiseled to perfection. His skin was free from any scars or blemishes. The towering man tapped his foot impatiently. My heart raced, my eyes darting everywhere for an escape route. "Tsk Tsk Tsk, You're not going anywhere this time." -

Completed. Mature. Warning : contains the sad truth about some relationships

Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "Is that what it is? You want a fairy tale love?" "And some great sex." "I thought I was giving you that." There was a spark in her eyes that could have either been disappointment or lust. Tristan knew it was both in that moment. "I need more than just fifteen minutes every Friday night." "It used to be everyday." She nodded, as if she could remember every sexual encounter from the moment they met to this very one now. "I want the thrill of possibly getting caught. I want to be fucked, Tristan. This is the first night we're alone in this house in weeks, and you haven't even tried to fuck me." He stood, walked over to her, and pulled her against the erection in his pants, teasing her erected nipple beneath her thin t-shirt. "You didn't think I would bend you over and fuck you anywhere I'd like?"

What will you get if you pair a reckless, impulsive, dramatic young lady and London's corinthian and master conspirator in an obscure engagement? Simple: the bride to be will try to flee and the groom to be will do what he does best, to seduce and conspire!

A broken girl afraid of love finds a boy who doesn't know the meaning of love. A BadBoy and a Broken Girl. Love finds it's way into Brody and Marley-Rose's life but love was never easy

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

Damon Blackwood. Soon to be CEO of Blackwood Industries. If you asked people to describe him, the first words that come to mind are "stoic" and "mean." But if he wants to inherit his dad's company, he has to prove his maturity. So of course, he lies. He says he has a fiancé. Now he just has to find one. Olivia Lanhurst had nowhere to turn to. Parents dead, brother in the hospital, she did whatever she could to pay her bills on time. At 19, she gave up her dream of attending college in order to support her brother. When their worlds collide, sparks fly. But with these sparks comes the danger of fire. Join Olivia and Damon on their adventure as they form friendships, adventures, and maybe even love. ~ ~ ~ When the pain was finally over, I relaxed and opened my eyes, only to find Damon looking down at me, an unknown emotion clouding his eyes. I gasped in embarrassment when I realized that I'd been holding on to his arm this entire time. "Sorry!" I squeaked. He ignored me and turned around. "Jackson, you can go back to driving now." Jackson, who still hadn't spoken a word to me, nodded and silently went back to the partition. The car stopped and the two men switched spots again. Gabe and Damon kept giving each other looks. "Will someone please tell me what is going on right now?" I finally asked. Damon looked over at Gabe, who gave him a small smirk and nod. Damon looked straight at me. "Olivia, marry me." highest rankings: #1: comedy #20: romance

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!

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

[Highest Rank; #3 in Humor 3/27/17] --- I was unable to keep myself from blushing. "I'm not his girlfriend." "Yet." Ryder and Benjamin said simultaneously. "Oh, so the conceitedness runs in the family?" I asked with a roll of my eyes. "I'm afraid so. Now, tell me more about yourself." "Well, I like playing soccer a lot. And if I were to choose between my books and human beings, then I choose books. Also, I think your brother is annoying and has too big of an ego. But wanna know something?" He nodded. I stopped the car at the traffic light and turned back to him. Leaning into his ear, I whispered loud enough for Ryder to hear, "I think I like him." --- The art of breaking hearts is an inscrutable, prepossessing, abstract art. Never ever will you go through with breaking someone's heart without having your own broken. And it would be very eccentric if one did not go through the process of having their own heart shattered into millions of pieces when trying to do the same to another. Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. --- [extended description inside] Copyright ©2016 sadreadingchick All rights reserved.