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

⚠️ This Story Contains Mature Content ⚠️ Elizabeth Bankbook, being in a highly religious family, was forced into a marriage with a man she hardly knows. Given this, her life revolves around all of two things: hating her husband, and evaluating the dead. There's a killer on the loose gutting rapists, and Elizabeth is left to preform the autopsies. Being an alcoholic with raging anxiety that she's being hunted by the very killer going after the men, she warms up to her newly wedded husband Victor, who shows her discipline, submission, and protection.

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

When Oliver Thomas calls his best friend to tell him about the best lay of his life, he doesn't expect a girl to answer it. Much less the girl who was the best lay of his life. "Hel-" "Holy shit. Where the hell were you dude? I've been trying to call you since morning." "I-" "It doesn't bloody matter. Caleb, I, Oliver Thomas had the best fucking lay of my life last night." "Oliver?" "Uhh-" "I'm glad you think I was good." "Shit." _____________________________________________ HIGHEST RANKING #2 in Short Story #1 in Call #2 in the Dialogue Series • This story comes packed with a lot of innuendos, sarcastic girl remarks and a protagonists who seems absolutely delectable and probably tops the chart alongside Channing Tatum *you have been warned

Why do people talk to me about innocence like it's something I possess? Men constantly strut around, acting as if they are saving me from something, when all they are doing is making themselves feel less disgusting. You can't take my innocence, Sir. For it's already been taken. -- "I can't be around you," he mutters, his eyes darkening. I furrow my brows, taking one step closer to him, as if challenging him. "Why? Am I annoying to you, do you hate me?" "Dios mío, Valentina. Can't you leave it alone?" He says, exasperation in his tone as he rakes a hand through his hair. I shake my head, clenching my jaw. "Tell me. Tell me what about me you hate," I ask, my voice shaking. "Tell me why you seem to hate me when I don't even think I did anything. Tell me, Orion," I say, getting louder. Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders pushing me into the door. His hand darts out and he locks it. Slowly, he leans down to my ear. "I hate that I can't be around you without wanting to fuck the innocence right out of you," he growls. I am rendered speechless. He brushes his lips against my neck, and softly sucks on my sweet spot as my breath hitches. "Now tell me, novio, what's my name?" He says against my hot skin. "Papí," I moan. - Cover by @whoiskim

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

Amelia Harper always knew that you have to work hard to get the things you want in life. With her bills piling up and difficult time finding a place of work after college, she lands herself working at one of the most high end restaurants in downtown Chicago. Elijah Alexopoulos, a billionaire that owns half of the city of Chicago, lives a different life. Men fear him and women have dreams about him. Elijah is used to getting everything he wants and what he wants is her. Not only does he offer her the opportunity that could save her financial state, but he also has different motives. He is buried in secrets that can turn deadly if anyone found out. Amelia doesn't make his quest easy for him, but continues to find herself drawn into his dark mysterious world. When Amelia's hate soon turns to something more, how long will it be before his secrets reach the surface? Find out all the trials they endure. Lust, Love, and "business" all wrapped in one. Highest rank : #1 bwwm & #3 billionaire

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."

[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

Rose Stanton is a bestseller contemporary romance novelist. She has a mortgage on her four-bedroomed house, a husband and her dream job all before the age of thirty. But. It's just not enough. Rose feels constantly empty, bored and fed-up. She hasn't been able to manipulate a sentence within three months. Romance is starting to feel just that little more dead. That is until he arrives. Who said romance is dead? It's time she rewrote her story. COVER CREDIT: NINJAZOUIS