"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"Where the fuck have you been?" Denovan's voice is calm, yet laced with quiet menace. I freeze, my mind racing. Why is he in my room? And more importantly, why does he even care? He made it clear he doesn't. "I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!" he suddenly roars, snapping me out of my thoughts. His fury is undeniable-the bulging vein in his neck, the sharpness in his eyes. I swallow hard, my heart hammering. "I... it's none of your business," I manage, though my voice betrays me with a slight stutter. Wrong answer. In a flash, he's on me, slamming me against the wall, his hands locking my wrists in place. His breath is warm, his grip unyielding. _________________________________________ FATE HAS A WAY OF WORKING ITS MAGIC.

Men have a possessiveness in them that is so primal that with just a flick of their hand you would obey them. Sometimes, possessiveness could be quite frightening, especially when it comes in waves. Possessiveness could choke out the life from your relationship. Just by looking at her, he let her feel how possessive he is of her #1 possessive love Possessive Love

Malena Rodriguez kept to herself throughout her young years. With good grades and a bright future ahead of her, she didn't let anything stand in her way. In high school, she wasn't the most popular, being made fun off by the 'cool' kids was an everyday occurrence. Ignoring the name calls and humiliation, she managed to graduate continuing to college states away from the hell hole she once went to. Even forgetting what happened her Senior year? Creed Keen is athletic, smart, charming and the most popular guy in school. He knew of Malena but really never paid much attention to her, even when they had classes together throughout their high school years. Going to college on a scholarship and then becoming the number one draft to the NFL by the L.A. Angels, he was on top of the world. Until reality hit him and now has to amend for his past. What happens when these two old classmates see one another after 10 yrs at the Miami High School Reunion? Will memories of their past haunt them? Will bygones be bygones? Or will Malena's hatred for Creed resurface, even after she told herself she had forgiven him years prior? Can Malena and Creed forgive one another and start a friendship for each other's sake? Or make each other's lives miserable in the name of payback? They say Healing takes time... They say Forgiveness is for yourself... They say Love conquers all... ...but will it overtake two broken people that have lost so much but have everything to gain? ©2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Why are you back Mateo? I thought you-?" I stopped talking when his face glared towards me. "What? That I went back to Hell where I belong?" taking a slow step trapping me between his body and desk. "N-o. I just-" Grabbing my chin hard and bringing it up to look into his dark eyes, Mateo smirked. The dangerous smirk he would give when he was going to do something to hurt someone. Pressing his body on me I hissed from the position we were in. "You are hurting me." "Hurting you?" pulling away but not letting go of my chin. "Oh baby girl." cooing like he used too to antagonize me. Letting my chin go, he caressed my cheek with his fingertips sending chills down my body. The familiar sensation that I thought I would never miss. In a blink of an eye, Mateo had his strong hand behind my neck, my face now a few inches from his menacing one. "Mi Katia... you will know hurt very soon. I have years to make up for the hurt you gave me. I'm taking back what is mine... and this time, no one will stop me." Mateo Sanchez: Handsome, charming, dangerous and vengeful... Katia Solis: Everything he lost and came back to get...

I stand there with my back away from him. I couldn't look at him not after he hurt me. How was I supposed to believe anything that came out of his mouth? "Helena. I'- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." taking a step closer. The heat of his muscular body penetrated my cold skin. "Leave, just - leave me alone. I can't take it anymore. You broke me. Don't you get that?" whispering the last part. "I did. Please..." "Don't, your words don't mean anything. You don't mean anything." I wanted him to hurt as badly as he hurt me. "That's not true. I know you don't mean that. You want me as much as I want you." his breath lingering in my ear. "Don't flatter yourself. I hate you. I.Don't.Want.You." hissing as I turned around to face him. He pursed his lips and I knew my words cut deep. I wasn't going to be nice anymore. Kane made sure that part of me was gone. Silence filled the room. It was suffocating me just like he was and right when I was going to turn around he grabbed me slamming me to his hard chest. "Too bad, cause I want you." smashing his lips on mine he kissed me hungrily as if his life depended on it. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't or simply I just didn't want to. Did I want him after what he's done? Lifting me up he walked us to the bed laying me down slowly. Pulling away he took his shirt off then kissed me again. "I want you. There's no one else I want more than you. Let me be your first and last." I didn't know what I was thinking or if I was at that moment, but I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. "Take me. I want you to make love to me." letting the words come out making him smile. Without another word he kissed me softly. "I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a while. I will make love to you until the sun comes up baby." then took my shirt off with everything else. His body pressed against mine. "I love you Helena and I always will." as he entered me taking my virginity just like he always planned to. #47- 11/23/16 #65- 11/24

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

*THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 12-13. PLEASE EXCUSE SOME OF THE BAD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING* It's not fun when you're kidnapped but it's terrifying when your kidnapper becomes a teacher at your school. Delilah Smith is just 12 and is an Orphan. She gets bullied and abused but finally defends herself and runs away. But what happens when night falls, the street lamps flicker on and the dangerous people come out to play? Part 2 of The Kidnapped Orphan (Adulthood); After a long and hard childhood, Daisy and James are now together and they both have a 12 year old daughter, named Alice. After 20 years, Joseph is free from prison and that's when hell starts again. On the day, Daisy and James marry, Alice disappears and everyone knows who to blame.

As the only daughter to one of the most powerful Mafia families, Shay has sought to figure out her own path despite the overbearing pressures from her Family. After a family dispute leads to Shay and her mother to go into hiding, Shay attends Elite academy--her own perfect Hell. With an incredibly awful (or ingenious) disguise, Shay's new identity is going well until Jacob Smith shows out of nowhere. Not only does he seem to know every right button to push, but he also seems to know everything about her. Shay's seemingly normal school life explodes with a new set of problems. Old and new enemies are coming for her and she needs to choose whether she will carry the Ricca name. Goodbye Nerd Disguise, hello old identity, old life, old friends, and new enemies. It's the Family business, where plotting someone's assassination is just part of the daily duty. (Unedited first draft) FYI title may be misleading at first.

BOOK 2 "So... you're not into me?" I sigh out as I let go of his arm. "No, I'm not into you." He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. "But why?" "Because I'm in love with someone else." Sequel to His Possession! #491 in Teen Romance 11/16/18