❝Darling, you've just been scammed.❞ SIERRA CARTER is an junior FBI agent worried about losing her position after a catastrophic mistake during her training. The only way to be in the agency's good graces again? Uncover Nikolai Delacroix's, scam ring by going undercover as a Manhattan socialite. But with secrets, blackmail and the art of the scam, her mission might be getting more personal than she ever thought. [04.. 15.17] all rights reserved ©2016

| Rumpelstiltskin Retelling | He placed the knife on her lap and started talking again, "You see the thing is, you're lucky to escape with your life today but I want that money back and as far as I'm concerned I haven't been repaid properly if you're still wandering the streets alive..." ~*~ Once upon a time, a girl lived happily ever after. Isn't it too bad that there's no such thing as a happy ending? Debts, danger and deals. All the perfect ingredients to create chaos. Too bad a splotch of gold was added. ~*~ Highest Ranking: General Fiction #124 Short Story #298

THEY ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE; THEY ARE DYING IMMORTALS © 2019 by lee

the king of the richmond reunites with the prince of crime.

#1 in Mystery/Thriller ( 05/17/17 ) "I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts..." "why?" "Because they're dangerous... and that makes me dangerous too." Copyright© liarsdiaries ™2016 ***will be edited soon***

Astra knows the effect she has on men. She likes the attention, she enjoys being craved. It reminds her that she's alive, and presents her with the illusion of power. Astra has turned into a seductress, a nymphet of sorts, a young girl with a carnal appetite hard to satisfy. Astra is a girl with a dark secret, which she manages to numb with sex, drugs and alcohol. That is until Lord Charles Lennox, the mysterious, panty-droppingly-gorgeous twenty-something year old walks into Kensington Manor, and manages to get under her tough skin.

❝These violent delights have violent ends.❞ Camellia always thought that on her eighteenth birthday she would finally be able to claim her freedom... too bad a certain dark haired, tragically handsome gang leader had other ideas cover by @rapunzelssaviour

| You were the chaos I wasn't ready to lose

Four rich boys. One drunk night. A person murdered. Remain CALM.

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?