whats my name you ask well im not really sure I'm a failed experiment well thats what my father used to say. he calls me damn cat girl but my crush calls me kitty or angel. I try to hide a part of me from him the part of me thats little the pacy loving daiper loving self that is until he finds me sobbing amd laying on the floor outside his door. thats the day it all changed

Rosiella was forced to grow up to fast in the darker side of the worlds sins when she finally escaped she tries to live a childhood she never had. Antonio is a mafia boss ruthless in his ways of work. After many heartbreaks and betrayals he gave up looking for someone to care and love for. What will happen when they are pushed together searching for the same thing but afraid of the past that haunts them.

What the title says #1 in Frankiero 21/10/19

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.