"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

"This is a story about our love. An intoxicating, fast-paced love that didn't think of time as a source of measurement over the course of a summer that changed my life forever. "A love that resembled a firework. It went up with a bang - outbursts of colors, sounds and emotion - but only out with a short fizzle. An outline of smoke, with the ashes on the ground as the only telltale sign that we actually had something." ~~~~~~~~~~ « further description inside » #2 IN YOUNG ADULT (2/20/20) #6 IN #SUMMER (4/8/19) #93 IN TEEN FICTION (3/25/18) #97 IN TEEN FICTION (3/22/18) #263 IN TEEN FICTION (3/6/18) #647 IN TEEN FICTION (2/23/18) #674 IN TEEN FICTION (2/20/18) #853 IN TEEN FICTION (2/18/18) (An Ex-Featured Wattpad Pick)

"Babe, come here." He says sternly "Yes daddy." I say slowly and seductively "Do whatever it is that you have to do to make that fucker talk." He grumbles slapping my ass as I walk towards the door to get the necessities. Once I gather everything I walk over to the despicable man tied to the chair. I get down on my knees and start to kickle his pants. As much as it was killing me to be on my knees for any other man, I needed to do this. "Milan! What the fuck are you doing!" He yells at me. "Trust me." I say He seems to back off but tenses a little when I reach his boxers. I look straight into the mans eyes when I start the process. His eyes grow wide and loud screams fill the room...

"Aw, are you scared, petalo?" He said, walking towards me menacingly. I glared at him, positioned in a protective stance as he strode confidently my way. I backed against the wall as he buried his face into my neck and chuckled, placing both hands against the wall behind my head. "You should be, baby." He whispered, his teeth grazing my ear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 22 year old Rose Waters was innocent, she had grown up that way. Even after both parents died, Rose was strong, in her own way. She focused all of her energy on three simple goals. 1) Stay out of trouble 2) Have the perfect husband, family and life 3) Fall in love But when she meets the charismatic, stubborn and insanely gorgeous Marco Pacciello, could she hold it all together? Even when he takes full control of her life? How do you defy the boss of the Italian mafia and live to tell the tale... or not to tell.