Phoenix watched her closely, his eyes darting down to her tongue that poked out briefly to wet her lips. He was being unwaveringly blunt, but that was just him. He wanted this girl; he knew that now. He was over being cautious and considerate- he didn't care about that shit anymore. Soft, beautiful, and sweet, Penelope was everything he wasn't-everything he shouldn't have; it was ironic, but it was also all the more reason why he craved her. • Book 2 in Dominant Series

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

What would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stumbled across an imaginable crime that he committed. - "I like you.. I like you a lot" I said shaking in fear as I stared into the gun burrow. The man chuckled darkly, for the first time since I met him. "Even now when you're inches from death." He asked. "E-Even now." I said, my lungs filling up with burning air as the gun is moved and pressed into my temple. "Then you're more of a psycho than I am."