A woman with a tragic past learns she has ties to a group of vigilantes and finds herself the target of their leader; a cocky bastard who won't take no for an answer. ***** Two years after the death of her brother and a tricky escape from a volatile boyfriend, Reese Kentwell is living in Manhattan pursuing a career in photography. Her remedy for dismantling her turbulent past is to keep the company of bed buddies who don't hassle her when she tells them to bugger off. Reese's routine veers off course when she meets the Valentino brothers and unintentionally starts a feud between them. Vincent, the eldest, is a well-known philanthropist with a playboy reputation, while Colin is relegated to living in his brother's shadow. But a family feud is the least of Reese's worries. When the truth finally comes out that a dynasty of strange beasties lives in her city, Reese knows there will be no going back to her old routine of love 'em and leave 'em. DISCLAIMER: This piece needs a serious edit. Please bear that in mind as you read. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. If you attempt to plagiarize, a swarm of demons will be released in your backyard. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD. COVER ART for this story and the Stone in Love sequels was done by AEKCreates on Etsy

After a wish on the night of a blood moon, Mouna wakes up in the body of a familiar but beautiful woman. And the man she wakes up next to? An equally good looking man who has the personality of the sun but brown eyes hiding deep pain. Dhruv isn't sure what to make of his wife all of a sudden. She acts like a completely different person. Usually cold and confident, she is now shy and...can cook? Things finally seem to be going right and maybe there might be hope for their rocky relationship. Mouna doesn't know what to do or how to get back. But the more time she spends with this man, the more she feels like she doesn't want to go back. But she's the wrong woman. And falling for him isn't right. Right?

Hill Swartz LLP: a name synonymous with precision, power, and cold efficiency. Founded by the iron-willed Sebastian Hill and the sharp-as-a-knife Daniel Swartz, the firm is a kingdom built on rules, boundaries, and the unwavering separation of the professional and the personal. Their world runs like a finely tuned machine, each part moving seamlessly, each cog in place. Until, one call shatters everything. Daniel's father is gravely ill, and there's no time to lose. The urgency is immediate, and there is no room for hesitation. He must go. But there's a problem-his daughter, Rene. Stuck in the throes of law school, she can neither go with him nor remain in her family's home. As the cherished, overprotected girl of the family, she's Daniel's world, and no one else would do. Not even the hands of strangers. So, in a moment of desperate clarity, he does the only thing he can. He entrusts her into the care of his firm's partner, the ever-composed Sebastian Hill. Sebastian's first glance at Rene is like a bullet to the chest. He's been through it all-nothing rattles him, nothing unseats him. Or so he thought. But in the silence of that first look, something snaps. A single instant, and a chasm forms between them, deepening and widening with every breath they take. It's not enough to drown them, but it's enough to bring a storm. This storm, however, is like none either of them has ever faced. The situation is tragic, vehemence unhinged, with emotions spinning out of control like a tempest that neither can predict nor contain. Boundaries are blurred, hearts are torn between what they want and what they know is forbidden. Their struggle will change the course of their lives, their firm, and their very selves. The question isn't whether they will fall-it's how far they will fall and if they'll ever find their way back. [First Book of the V-series] A Stand-alone Novel.

Dove Genovese, daughter of the second in command of the Italian mafia boss, has one sole purpose in life. That's to never dishonor her mafioso father. Marry, bring peace, and money: those are his demands. Meeting those demands comes at a high price, though. She's betrothed to an abusive man from another notorious Italian family. He's the last person she wants to spend her life with, but there's no way out. Her life is in the gilded, golden cage with strict rules and even harsher punishments. Gedeon Sokoloff wants revenge. The vindictive Russian mob boss has made it his mission to avenge his mother's brutal murder. There's nothing he wouldn't do to assert his power. When one of Genovese's henchmen breaches his territory and slaughters one of his men, Gedeon brokers a deal: war or Dove's hand in marriage. Dove should hate and fear Gedeon, because of his feared reputation. Yet, the infuriating man that enjoys teasing her and making her feel things she never felt before offers her one way to earn her freedom. Win him in a game of chess. Will Dove get the freedom she had been longing? Or will she stay as Gedeon's caged little bird in his games? _____ WARNING: Story contains rape, self-harm, suicidal ideation, physical/sexual abuse, violence, mature themes, sexual content, strong language. Ranks: #1 in Violence #1 in Adult-Romance #10 in Mafia #95 in Romance out of 1.7 million

The Ice Lady... She is not the most charming. In fact, she is too cold, too frank, and too flat. Worse, the only home she has known all her life has been taken away from her and she has to find a way to keep it. Upon her mother's strong suggestion, she has to at least try to seduce the next Lord of Langworthy. The Cursed Friend... He is charming and rich. He is handsome and smart. Women wanted him. If only he was not cursed. For now, having everything leaves him with nothing to do but be the friend to help the future Lord of Langworthy escape from Lady Ice. When these two completely opposite individuals cross paths, sparks fly. (This story is a standalone prequel title in the Everard Family series.)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

||#1 Teen Fiction|| *Book 1 of the You're Mine series* Damon Queen- the dangerous, arrogant billionaire who doesn't like it when people disobey him. He never hesitates, he could kill with cold blood and cares about nothing. Natalie Sene- the girl with a troubled past, sometimes too feisty and just wants to be free. What will happen if she crossed her paths with the famous Damon Queen? .................................................. "Don't bother, I'll drop you off." I turned around immediately and there he was, Damon in his handsome suit leaning over his black Porsche. God, why haven't I noticed him? "No, thanks" I said a little too sarcastically. I didn't even notice when he walked up to me, grabbed me by the arm and whispered in his harsh voice, "Do not disobey me." This story is completed on 18/04/2017.