"How long have you worked here?" Logan felt her heart slam against her chest as he approached, closing the distance between them. "A few weeks. I was here... We spoke..." "You're the servant who walked in on me," Nicholas said, his lips curling into a smirk. "Yes, that was me." Logan gasped when his hands wrapped around her wrists. "What are you doing, Mr. Wilder?" "Next time you walk into my room like that, I'll bend you over and show you what a real punishment is." She couldn't breathe. She didn't even dare as he released her then stalked away as if he had not just threatened her.

"Look at you," he said, throwing a strand of brunette hair over the girl's shoulder, "reading that romantic nineteenth century crap." Serena instantly cowered away from the man and fought herself not to look up. "It's twentieth century, and I'm reading this for school." Theo's mouth popped opened to form the perfect O shape. Then out of the blue he asked, "Are you a virgin?" "No," she surprised him by saying. She hadn't even missed a beat. "That's a shame."

"Make me better." His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes moving over her sculpted body. "But, sweetheart, you're already perfect." If it weren't for her pounding heart, she would have rolled her eyes and replied with a snide remark. But instead, she said, "Make me irresistible. Make me someone better so he wants me." He lifted a brow, using his long index finger to considerably stroke his jaw. "Then it wouldn't be you he'd want. You'd be someone beneath you." "I don't care," she found herself saying. "I just want someone to look at me the way everyone looks at you - like you're something they want." He deeply sighed, nodded his head then turned away from her before saying, "We'll have to eventually break you in then, sweetheart. No one wants an inexperienced lover."

"Pregnant," he said, the word rolling off his tongue. "Yes, Mr. Devereux, I am pregnant with your child." She cast her eyes down at her nails to avoid his intense hazel eyes. "Anyway, you don't even remember me. I just thought you should know. Goodbye." Oh, yes, he remembered this one. She had been a challenge, and when he finally stumbled into bed with her, he didn't ever want to stop his deep thrusting or the desperate movements of her hands in his hair, pulling him closer until they came together. "Olivia," he said, drawing out her name the same way he had during their passionate night. "I want my child. Give me proof it's mine so I can take this predicament off your hands." She laughed at the insensitive man. "How dare you have the nerve to call my child a predicament? There is nothing unpleasant about the blood I carry. Goodbye, Mr. Devereux, and I hope you rot in hell."

Wynter Graham was a quiet, timid soul-a woman who apologized too much and bent herself to the will of those around her. She'd spent most of her life trying to please others, even at the cost of her own happiness. But, as fate would have it, she became the target of the worst kind of tormentor: her stepbrother, Nigel AeTos. On the surface, Nigel appeared the perfect gentleman-a well-mannered, charming man who everyone adored. But beneath that polished veneer, he was a sinister force. A walking contradiction, his darkness simmered just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge. His obsession with Wynter was growing, spiraling dangerously out of control. He didn't like her. She was weak, unremarkable, lacking the passion and fire that drove him. Yet, no matter how much he despised her meekness, there was something about her that pulled at him in ways he couldn't comprehend. Vengeance and ecstasy became a volatile cocktail in their twisted dynamic, each encounter leaving them both more entangled. Neither was meant for the other, but somehow, they couldn't stop hurting each other. They fed off the chaos, the tension, the sharp edge of the wounds they inflicted. Vindication would come, but it would not be pretty, and neither would escape unscathed. The question remains: How long can they continue this destructive dance? How long until their pain consumes them both entirely? (Eleventh Book of the V-Series) A Stand-Alone Novel.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

(THIS WAS MY FIRST BOOK!!, it may not be what you like and that doesn't matter to me because it was long ago, ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOY) ALSO ITS NOT EDITED BECAUSE I CANT BE BOTHERED:( ALSO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THATS FINE I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID WRITING A BOOK 😂😂. Some call me bad Some call me unlucky Some scream and cry in fear when they see me But I smile because their fear gives me power And have strength over them • He is ruthless He doesn't care what people think He hates everyone Everyone fears him She's beautiful She's sweet, kind She is kind to everyone Everyone loves her But on the inside no one knows her secret, she's broken Her life is like a challenge that gets harder and harder • • He has a wall around his heart Her heart is broken He found her at first he didn't care She saw him She thought he was beautiful and the most handsome man shes ever seen, but little did she know...... That he was the most feared man in the state, until she finds out about him, we will see what happens then...

Never do what you're told, never boil your own head in vinegar and, most important of all, never ever marry a man-those have always been Lilly Linton's principles for a happy, carefree life. So, how the heck did she end up engaged to multinational industrial magnate Rikkard Ambrose? Right now she's too happy to care. But what happens when she discovers the dark secrets of her fiance's past? Can she still love him if she finds out the truth? The sixth volume of the award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.