[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

||#1 Teen Fiction|| *Book 1 of the You're Mine series* Damon Queen- the dangerous, arrogant billionaire who doesn't like it when people disobey him. He never hesitates, he could kill with cold blood and cares about nothing. Natalie Sene- the girl with a troubled past, sometimes too feisty and just wants to be free. What will happen if she crossed her paths with the famous Damon Queen? .................................................. "Don't bother, I'll drop you off." I turned around immediately and there he was, Damon in his handsome suit leaning over his black Porsche. God, why haven't I noticed him? "No, thanks" I said a little too sarcastically. I didn't even notice when he walked up to me, grabbed me by the arm and whispered in his harsh voice, "Do not disobey me." This story is completed on 18/04/2017.

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

[VENCEDOR DO PRÊMIO WATTYS 2020] O destino de Lady Francesca foi traçado desde o seu nascimento. Filha de um conde, sua vida, que deveria ser uma sequência de bailes suntuosos e cortejos de lordes encantadores, é levada a um diferente - e desesperador - caminho: um casamento arranjado com o galanteador filho do Duque de Crengford. Raff Callegari, sexto Conde de Plimont e herdeiro do ducado de Crengford, está acostumado a fazer e ter o que deseja. Sendo um dos homens mais ricos e influentes da Inglaterra, tudo que não quer é se ver amarrado a uma lady mimada e ambiciosa. Estar aprisionado a um acordo que o força justamente a isso é só mais uma das razões para detestar sua futura esposa. Dois destinos interligados. Duas almas ansiosas pela liberdade. Um único objetivo: impedir o próprio casamento. Cavalheiros, escolham suas armas. Damas, coloquem seus melhores vestidos. A temporada começou... E na fuga do altar e na guerra, vale tudo.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)