After losing her both parents Venessa Clay is left alone on her own. Despite her parents death Venessa learned to be happy and content with her normal life, and normal job as a waitress in a diner. But will her life remain normal after the most dangerous Italian mafia leader Vincent De Costello laid his eyes upon her?. After all he always gets whatever he wants. ⇥NVlBZY6T⇤ Most impressive raking. #34 in Italian (19/08/2019) #16 in waitress (17/08/2019) #3 in controlling (21/08/2019) #1 in loveatfirstsight (22/08/2019) #18 in love out of 1.54 million stories (30/08/2019)

Rose King doesn't live a normal life. Being the little sister of one of the most feared gang leaders in the world isn't easy. When she is involve in a world of power and death her life doesn't turn out the way she wanted and not with the happy ending she wished for. Jason Black, gang leader of the Black Skulls, one of the most powerful gangs in the world. His life turned upside down when he was younger and he never knew the only person who could help him was right in front of him. COMPLETE STORY All rights reserved, please don't copyright this book! Sorry for any grammar mistakes this is my first book. TW: some chapters contain mature content (rape, anxiety,alcohol) -editing Highest ranks #1 action-romance #1 broke #1 gangs #3 gang leader #12 love #72 bad boy #190 romance

Laleh was a princess, she should've had everything she wanted and she did, until she met him. Heath was gone for five years, he was a brother, someone Laleh held closer to her heart than anyone ever be. He came back and all he wanted was her utmost attention, only in a way they both knew they weren't supposed to be. [Warning : Mature Language. Sexual scenes. Disturbing theme. Read at your own risk]

'He is completely taking over me.' Belle Ascot. A 17 year old is completely infatuated by Damien Leo, her English teacher. This story follows Belle trying to make Damien fall in love with her, just like she is. Being in a secret love affair with her teacher, comes hiding the truth from many people. Copyright reserved

Lily was just your typical 16-year-old not-so-innocent girl until her mother passed away and left her with the only person she could consider a father figure in her life, her brother Luke. She had never pinned him as the fatherly type, though he did act as the protective man in her life throughout the years when their own biological father had left them to fend for themselves. With Luke just graduated from college at the age of 25 and having to act as a legal guardian for his hormonal younger sister, will he be able to create a stable home for them both and keep her from being taken into custody of the government? Or will things spiral out of control when a hazy drunken night sends Lily into even more trouble than she can handle? (WARNING: This book contains heavy profanity and mature scenes. Highly disturbing themes, depression, self-harm and other disturbing features are contained in this book. Read no further if any of the parts bother you.)

~Sequel to Taken~ Atlas Michael Torres, the only son of Alexandra and Ezra, has finally turned 24 and taken over his father's business. Raised just like his father, he thought that love was something that was only for the weak. The day he saw Bryndalyne, two years ago, everything inside him changed. From that day forward he would secretly follow her from a distance and letting her know that he was there but never showed himself. One day when he gets to close to her, he makes his final move to make her his. Bryndalyne River Hankins, a 17 year old girl that has been back and forth from her parent's houses since their divorce. This has caused her to be very distant from everyone she knows. Working at a small cafe with her best friend, Emma, the only person she has told about the feeling she gets when she is walking home from work or school. She knows what is causing this feeling of uneasiness, but has never meet this mysterious person, only seeing him from a distance and the occasional text message from an unknown number.

Elora part two.... (Must read first book before reading the second)

A strange man with no name upon Ella's door at midnight sends more than a shiver down her spine. MATURE AUDIENCES.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.