Alaric Windsor has lost everything. His twin is dead, the blood hasn't stopped spilling, and the only thing keeping him breathing is revenge. When grief drives him to Cedar Creek, he's just looking for another job... Until he sees her. Vaela. Grey-eyed. Fragile. Haunted. She's barely holding herself together after years of abuse-and she has no idea the devil just stepped into her life. She's too young. Too damaged. Too off-limits. He was never supposed to get involved. But the moment Alaric sees her, he makes a decision: he's going to protect her. Own her. Break anyone who ever touched her. So he twists his way in- Becomes her teacher. Marries her mother. Kills her abusers one by one until there's no one left to hurt her... except him. But Alaric doesn't give a damn about right or wrong anymore. She's his salvation. He's her obsession. And he'll bury the whole world to keep her... _______________________________________________________________________________ Trigger warning: CSA, SI attempts/ ideation, mental health disorders, SA, illicit substance use.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I don't think I can hold these feelings back anymore," he continued. I tried to brush it off with an awkward chuckle. "I'm sure your feelings only came back because we ran into each other after years of no contact." "Came back? Please..." he scoffed, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me. "They never left." He scooted closer, resting one of his hands on my ankle and gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. My back straightened as every muscle in my body tensed. I wordlessly watched as he softly glided his hand up my calf. My hand clasped around his as it neared my inner thigh, "What are you doing?" "I know you want this as much as I do," he breathed out. - SEQUEL TO MUFFLIATO | MATURE CONTENT WARNING | Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #3 in dracolovestory #9 in spice

His hands gripped her waist, and his head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck. She leaned back into his chest, a small smile spreading across her face as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him to lean down and plant light kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up and curled around the back of his neck, gently pulling him down because she wanted him even closer. Her hips began swaying with the music. He tightened his grip on her waist before moving his hips as well, pressing them tight against hers. She moved her hips from side to side, the friction sending a new wave of heat through Draco. "Fuck, do that again," he muttered against her neck. │MATURE CONTENT WARNING; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+│ J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters except for Alora Lin. Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #1 in dracofanfic #1 in dracolovestory #1 in dracotok #1 in hermione #1 in ravenclaw #1 in ronweasley #1 in spice #2 in dracoluciusmalfoy #2 in dracomalfoy #2 in harrypotter #3 in fanfiction #3 in hufflepuff #7 in malfoy #8 in draco

MATURE CONTENT Farrah has always known that her father intends for her to replace him someday. On her 18th birthday, she learns that her father's second in command will train her in Italy come summer. His capo is Diomiro Ferrante, a ruthless and dangerously attractive Italian with a penchant for violence. Mr Ferrante scares Farrah...but, for some reason, he excites her, too. He is a stoic but sexy enigma who barely says two words to her. She can't work him out, but she wants to. Farrah has no idea how she is supposed to resist the man for five years (the length of training), but she has to at least try. Mr Ferrante warns that she will leave a very different person to who she was when she arrived. Little does she know exactly what Ferrante has planned for her. Perhaps Daddy's capo isn't as loyal as he seems...could the mafia man have plans of his own?

COMPLETED • • • She was so brave. He couldn't understand how she didn't hate him. He did this to her, he was the reason of her scar. Had she not meet him that night, her life would've gone on as per normal. She wouldn't have to hide in shame, she wouldn't have to cry to sleep. She shouldn't have gone through any of it. She barely knew him! -- "I don't need your pity." She said, turning her face away. He didn't see it, but he knew she must be tearing. Fuck, did it ache to watch her cry for the umpteenth time. He couldn't take it anymore. He cupped her face with both his hands, forcing her to look at him; to see the truth evident in his eyes. "Dammit, I'm in love with you!" ••• ION series: Book #1: Insatiable Book #2: Scarred Book #3: Game Over cover done by @AndiApplexoxo ♡︎

COMPLETED • • • It was one night with a stranger at a bar. Harmless, right? • • • Ion Series Book #1: Insatiable Book #2: Scarred Book #3: Game Over cover done by @AndiApplexoxo ♡︎

Isaac Di Inferi doesn't feel. He cuts. He kills. He obeys. As the Blood Hounds MC's quote-unquote enforcer, he's a walking weapon-cold, controlled, and empty. Except when it comes to Lila Priest... The Vice President's daughter is everything he isn't-light, beautiful, soft. He thinks he's stalking her. He doesn't know she saw him first. Lila doesn't fear the darkness-she wants to be devoured by it. And Isaac? He's the monster she's been waiting for. Their obsession is violent. Their chemistry, unhinged. He tries to resist. She refuses to let him. But while they circle each other in the dark, someone else is hunting. A killer is on the loose. And Isaac's psychopath of a father wants his "favourite son" back-blood-soaked, broken, and obedient. Too bad Isaac just found something worth disobeying for-and he's not giving her up without a fight.

They say you always want what you can't have... And in my tiny, upper-class town, everyone wants the Savage Six. Whether it's to be them, beat them, or f*ck them depends on who you ask. But for me... it's Cole Callahan that I want. The Savage Society's unofficial leader-and my dad's best friend. He pretends I don't exist... at least until my eighteenth birthday. That's when everything changes, and this dangerous, ruthless man decides that I'm his. His to worship. His to pleasure. His to own. Cole's got big plans for our future, permanent plans that he won't let me say no to. But we've got bigger problems as a new rival threatens the Savage Society and Cole's position in it. War's coming, and my hitman boyfriend's about to learn what 'til death do us part really means... ***PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOW A SAMPLE AND NOT THE FULL STORY*** The later chapters have been removed because this book is now available to read on Amazon and enrolled in KU (which requires the book be available exclusive to Amazon). If you'd like to read the full version, you can do so here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BGJYM3YM

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*

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