Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

"Daddy?" "No, he is not your da-" "Well hello, there little baby." ❀❀❀ Phoebe and her daughter Echo were an interesting pair. Always clinging to each other and whatnot. Phoebe couldn't go a day without her little Echo, and Echo couldn't go a day without her tiny mommy. Zameer was a very stern professor. It's always just been him and him alone. He loved the feeling of higher power and the cold demeanor he holds. When Phoebe is put in Zameers psychology class, the attraction cannot be denied between the two. What happens when Zameer finds out about Little Echo? Will he become the father figure that she's been missing in her life, or will he reject both Phoebe and Echo and go back to his sharp demeanor. *NO SMUT* Completed 12/14/2024

"What I feel right now even if I have my notebook or create something new with Chemistry I wouldn't describe it" she said and kissed my cheek once again ... When Noah accepted a job as a bodyguard for a rich girl despite his hate for them, he didn't know that he will be thrown in a different world than his, where feelings are only seen as Chemistry... Not a fantasy sorry and not a cliche (give it a try I am sure you won't regret it)

"Dance with me." While I knew it wasn't a demand, it wasn't a question either. I hesitated and he noticed. "Come on Grace, give this gentleman the honor of a dance." "I don't see a gentleman anywhere." He chuckled, stepping closer and tucking his thumbs into his tight jean pockets. He looked like every woman's dream--dark jeans that hugged him sinfully, golden-tanned skin contrasted by his white-fitted shirt, a black, wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and a smile that could send any woman on her knees. Not to mention a voice that coated your skin like silk sheets. I hated how much I noticed. "You're right, but I would like the honor anyway... ma'am." ********************* Meet Grace--living the city life, reserved, eager to please, loyal to a fault. Feeling empty for reasons she's not yet sure of, she's adamant on chasing anything that makes her feel free. Meet Colt--living the country life, private, stubborn, outspoken. Feeling empty for reasons he's well aware of, he hides in his daily routine. Grace can't seem to figure out why she holds nothing back when it comes to Colt. He's absolutely infuriating. Colt can't seem to understand the affect Grace has on him, and why he cares what she does. She's entirely maddening. When the two get lost in the wilderness, it's up to Colt to get them back. Can they put their differences aside long enough to survive? Is it Colt who will save Grace, or is it she who will be his saving grace? Wattpaders have said: "Seriously if you get this published I will be the first to buy it!!!!" @LivingRed "Wow man!! I am speechless. I feel like I an watching an orchestra with you as the orchestrator. The characters tend to run wild...yet completely under your grip. You have earned yourself a fan! Beautiful!!" @DrNamanGoel "That was unnecessarily cute" @whitegirl9 Started: October 1st 2020 Completed: March 31st 2021 Word count: [50,000+] Top Ranking: #1:Timing #1: Horses #1: Country #1: Cowboy #47:Love #37:Romance

Being the son of the sheriff puts a huge target on Liam's back. Innocent, shy, Liam Rawley is a victim of harassment by some of the older boys in town. It wouldn't be a problem if the people harassing him didn't have any kind of criminal records. Liam's father decided to make one of his deputies lookout for Liam at all times. Being forced to spend every second with Deputy Brady Hutton had been kinda challenging for Liam, especially when he just wants to spend time with his new friends. Brady hates everyone but he seems to have a soft spot for Liam and does not hate the fact that he is getting paid to do nothing. The problem of having a bodyguard that spends every single second with you is that you might catch feelings for him. Deputy Hutton is not a line that should be crossed.

*UNDERGOING EDITING* *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKING #14 TEEN FICTION/ #5 HUMOUR/ #2 CHICKLIT/ #1 CLICHE "Your skin is so soft." He muttered trailing his lips down my neck. I gulp as his hands grip my small waist. He moved his hands down to my bum and put me so I was straddling his hips. My hands lay on his chest as he kissed my face. "You are mine Audrey only mine." *WARNING* This book was published a few years ago when I was younger. I am very well aware about some parts coming off as cringy and I've debated whether or not on leaving them be. I've decided to leave a few parts there as they were a few years ago so I can always come back and see how much I've improved. Please be considerate on what you comment and enjoy the book. I promise it gets better passing the first 3 to 4 chapters. PG-13 This book is my book. My as in I own it. I'm working hard on this book for it to have a smooth plot and such. If anyone sees this book in other sites please inform me. All Rights Reserved.

[Completed novella: Imperial Monarchy- starting from chapter 63 where the mafia king ended.] A/N: besties, if u choose to read this story, know that this story is being edited, read at your own risk! I warned you! --------------------------------------- i had to look up at him since he was so close to me. i backed up hitting the wall, his body pressed on mine. "you want to know why i get all worked up when i see other guys around you? do you want to know why i get so angry when you treat other guys so innocently?" i nodded my head he groaned & ran a hand through his hair "you really are clueless aren't you!" when i didn't reply he spoke again "because you make me feel things aurora! i cant control myself! every time i see another guy around you i want to rip them to shreds!" he yelled "why on earth would you feel things?! you don't even like me Leo!" i retorted "I DO!" --------------------------------- an angel meets a devil. They both were so different yet so similar. In the end they both learned the same lesson; that Love is a strength not a weakness. this story is set in a Dystopian era Where Mafias, Gangs & Mobs gained control over everything. They flipped the world upside down creating their own system. the only way to survive is to abide by their rules. Aurora Amherst. a 21 year old girl. Kind, compassionate and has a strange sense of humor. Enjoys hacking for fun. isn't scared to speak her mind. Leonidas Gambino. Leader of the Sicilian Italian Mafia; the strongest mafia on this earth. He is brutal, violent and without an ounce of mercy in his body. He is the description of the devil. He controls everything from the down low. what happens when she hacks into his Mafia's system "accidently"? This is their story. ~TW: contains dumbass M.C Very toxic, bipolar but hot love interest lastly, fights with google translate Note: there's no smutt (this story is PG)

Lillian Blackheart was what someone at her school would call crazy, mad and rude. She said what was on her mind with a skip in her step and giggle on her lips. Andre Taylor was what someone at his school would call dark, handsome and kind. He didn't talk much and helped as much as he could around the school. When Lillian and Andre get stuck in the cleaner's cupboard for her detention, become Biology partners and Lillian won't leave him alone; an odd crazy couple comes out of it. ***** He rolled her eyes. "Enough questions for you. Did you really kick Jake?" "You will have to be more specific. I have kicked Jake heaps of times, which one are you talking about?" Lillian obviously knew when he was talking about, but, she likes to draw things out sometimes. Andre raised an eyebrow with a small smile. "You mentioned it in the hallway before." Lillian's eye's brightened in fake realisation. "Oh, you mean when I kicked him in the balls? Of course, I did." "Why did you do it?" "Didn't you hear? If he thought that he could get away with squeezing my ass and not retaliating, he was stupider then I thought. And that's just sad because I thought he was really, really stupid before that."

***DO NOT READ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I have not edited this and I was so young when I wrote this it's trash. Seriously. Save yourself.*** •*•*• She laid on the ground, breathing heavily and gasping for air. "What did you do to me!" She screamed, terrified of what was going on inside of her. She could feel her body changing. Her body was trying to adapt to the liquid poison that was put into her. "Please! I'll give you anything! Just let me go!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. •*•*• This is the first book in the Operation Animal Series! © I do not own Marvel (X-Men or Avengers or HYDRA or SHIELD or the mutants) I only own the main character! Enjoy!

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.