**Currently being edited** "You drive me insane, Mia," he continued, stepping closer, his voice dripping with possession. "Every time you smile at another guy, every time they try to talk to you, I feel like I'm seconds away from losing my mind." His fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch hesitant yet burning. Then, his voice drops into a whisper. "Can I kiss you?" A shiver runs down my spine. I don't hesitate. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

*Book One in the Every Other Memory Series* Elle Montgomery is a model daughter, student, sister, and friend with everything ahead of her. Her ambitious, A-type personality doesn't leave a lot of room for her to relax, and she struggles to find balance as life becomes more and more complicated. But when she finds herself drawn back to childhood friend and reluctant bad boy Greyson Pruitt, who she's loved longer than she can even remember, life as Elle knows it will never be the same - and neither will she. From the outside looking in, Greyson Pruitt has it all. A one way ticket to division one college hockey and fast track to the NHL, parents who are madly in love (emphasis on madly), and no shortage of girls who are interested in capturing his cautious heart. But no one can see his world crumbling around him as we watches his friend battle a potentially terminal illness, his sister move six thousand miles away, and his parents' unpredictable, rollercoaster relationship fracture. So when the girl he's looked out for all his life sees what no one else can, how is he supposed to say no to what she offers, what he's always wanted? The only thing standing in his way? The fear that his happiness will come at the expense of hers. Stay tuned!

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

((A Wattpad featured story)) *COMPLETED* #1 in Fantasy (Book #1 in the DAWN series) #greekmythology The Red Dawn has come. Death is upon us... Or rather upon small-town girl, Aurora Venerelli and when we say 'upon', we mean right on top of her. This young beautie's life is turned upside down- or right side up- when a very perverted and equally cocky Thanatos, the Greek god of death, shows up at her door. Aurora is thrown into a world of myth and legend and she'll have to try and discover her true self, while being haunted by her ancestor Hecate- the goddess of witchcraft- and of course, trying not to get herself killed by the enigma that has acquired a certain odd obsession towards her- Death himself. And let's be realistic here... Doesn't Death always get what he wants? #darkromance #OFTW Covers Done by @I3sbianaf

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.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

"I never made love, but we sure know how to fuck." She smiled biting her bottom lip. "I'll be ya bad girl, how about that?" she laughed slipping her pants on and buttoning them up. I couldn't help but admire her as I sat back against my headboard with my hands behind my head. She winked at me while grabbing her jacket and left... ...I wonder how her nigga would feel if he found out his good girl was far from it and was bad in every kind of way...

Eh, this rude, but, if you comment something rude or something I don't like, you getting "muted" as Wattpad calls it. ir·re·place·a·ble /ˌi(r)rəˈplāsəb(ə)l/ adjective -impossible to replace if lost or damaged. 17 Year old Zaidee Carter had been a good girl all her life. She had the best reputation and had no dirt on her name. She was shy and humble, and sometimes she let people do her dirty. She was a girl who was struggling but still smiled. A lot of guys wanted her because she was still a virgin and not many girls at her school still owned their innocence. But Zaidee wouldn't let them get to her just so they could use her. 18 Year old Kofi Azeem had spent his junior year locked up. Kofi was young but his name was ringing fear and terror in niggas' hearts. He was a cold hearted nigga who had spent most of his life struggling and when he finally came up off a check he chased the money and didn't let no bitch or nigga stop him from getting his bills. Kofi was that nigga who only fucked bad bitches- he didn't do relationships but bitches were quick to go crazy over him even if he'd never given them any attention. Kofi comes back to school his senior year. Tune in to find out what happens when him and Zaidee cross paths. Of course they're gonna fall in love. Read to find out how it all comes about. How the both of them end up Irreplaceable for one another.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.