A 24yr old woman who has really bad trust issues is about to have her world turned upside down when she meets Romeo Hernandez the most ruthless and controlling man she's ever met... But with a hidden story behind her will she ever open up enough to trust him? *Be warned that there are some sexual scenes and a lot of bad languages throughout. You have been warned... Enjoy ;)*

Nicole Jackson is a 24 year old waitress at The Star Cafè. She ran away from her abusive parents from California to New York in search for a better life. She hopes to find peace and happiness in the new city. Dante Moretti is a 27 Mafia king. He is known for killing anything or anyone who even thinks of looking his way which is why many people tend to avoid his presence as a whole. He only cares for his family and close friends. Uses women as toys and sees no use in respecting them since it's either they want him because of his looks and money. Deep inside all of that hard exterior he carries, he wishes to find his Queen. He finally meets a curvy yet small girl with curly hair at his Club. Will she be his future Mafia Queen? Why don't you find out [Still to be edited]

Every breath is a story about two people in love . They first meet in highschool when she was 14 and he was 16. They weren't in a very good place when they meet. She had just lost her parents and he had trouble facing his reality. He was used to people walking out on him and she was trying to get used to people leaving her. Through their journey they learn to face many obstacles.

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of how I found myself in a world I never knew existed. My father disappeared when I was young, taking the truth about our family with him. Now, years later, his enemies are coming for me, and I don't even know why they want me dead. Then there's Asher. Dangerous, mysterious, and always one step behind me. He says he's protecting me, but why? What does he know about my father that I don't? And can I trust the one person who seems determined not to leave my side? As I uncover the secrets my father buried, I'm forced to confront a world built on power, betrayal, and blood-and discover a strength inside myself I never knew existed. Who is my father really? Why does everyone want me dead? And who is Asher when I'm not looking? Maybe surviving his world means becoming someone I never thought I could be.

"I know what you're doing," I said, pointing my spoon at him and he cocked a curious eyebrow, "Is that so?" I nodded as I spooned more pudding into my mouth and straightened my back, "You're trying to intimidate me, make me spill my secrets. I have none so your psychology-ridden methods won't work on me." "I don't buy it," he grinned mischievously and I shrugged, "There's not a price." He walked towards me and placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, leaning in so almost our noses were touching. I cleared my throat and shook my head, "Elliott, you have to stop." A smile graced his plump lips as humor danced in his eyes, "And why's that?" I wriggled out of his stance and hopped off of the counter, eating another spoonful of the delicious goodness, "I want to see where things go with Dean. He's your brother so why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" He asked, knowingly. He asks so many questions. "That thing you do. That smile. Your touches. The way you look at me, Elliott, please." --------------- Cameron Moore, a troubled girl from a small town in England, flees her dark past and wounds up living in her sister's house in America to attend university. She turns friends into family, involuntary love interests, and eventually finds herself in a love triangle with two brothers despite telling herself she has no time for romance. Will she stick to her promises or will she give into her love affairs even after everything that happened to her back in England? #1 in Recovery on 5/15/20 #6 in CollegeStory on 9/20/21

"Wait!" I called out to the dark shadow figure that was leaving without turning back. "Please," my voice wavered as I eyed the bleeding body that laid on the ground ay my feet. Swallowing the urge to vomit, I stepped over his body, reminding myself that the dead man was going to kill me if he wasn't dead. "Go home." The figure demanded in a low voice that echoed from the walls of the alley. I never believed in the stories about tall, dark-aura, scary men that roamed dark alleys like their home. The ones that wouldn't bat an eye at killing someone in order to get what they wanted. The ones who ran the most dangerous organizations, yet never got caught by the government security. I never believed that, it all seemed like a fantasy. That was, until it became my reality.