Everything was seemingly perfect for the innocent and naïve Annalise, as she had the perfect life that any teen could ask for. With her mother, aunt and the almighty by her side, she didn't need anyone, for she trusted them with all her heart. And she was getting married soon with a guy who was four years older to her but she didn't mind it one bit as it was her mother who arranged it for her and had complete faith in her mother's decision for her. But one day out, caused hell to break loose as she was spotted by the devil himself. He who ruled the underworld like the king. When his eyes landed on the sweet little teenager, he wanted her and all for himself. And what he wants he gets either by hook or crook. For he had already written his name on the innocent Annalise with his lustful eyes. Falling in the depths of hate and lust, Annalise, has no way out but accept her fate and submit. But soon finds herself involved in something sinful and dangerous with the man that detests dearly. (Psycho-thriller)

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.

Most of the time people adhere an addiction on their life times. Whether it's drugs, sex, or intimate objects. But in the book, someone finds himself addicted to a woman. He craves the touch of her skin, the smell of her breath, her heartbeat near his. He'll go above & beyond to keep his addiction . . .

Carter thought he knew what he was getting into when he was hired as the secretary to cutthroat CEO Faith Becker. Romance may not have been on the agenda, but the line between business and pleasure seems to be blurring. ***** Eager to gain business experience before he takes over his father's company, and to learn from someone who will see him as more than a spoiled heir, Carter Pierce accepts a job working for the most difficult CEO in town. Faith Becker's reputation precedes her, and it's nothing good. Nicknamed the She-Devil of New York, Faith is known for her high expectations, and she's sure Carter won't meet them. But even as they drive each other crazy in and out of the office, there's a chemistry between them that's hard to ignore. Faith may be the most beautiful woman Carter has ever met, and Carter may be the one person who seems to understand Faith as more than a tyrant boss, but romance is completely off the table. After all, they hate each other...don't they? [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Frances Louise De Ramos

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

The world's gone to hell, and Helen MacKenzie's only chance of survival is the two sexy commandos determined to keep her safe by taking her to the newly secured Base. There's an unwritten rule at the Base where women are scarce. The soldier who finds a woman gets to keep her, only this time two commandos want Helen. When zoologist Helen volunteers to remain at the zoo to protect the animals until help comes to rescue her from flesh-eating braindeads, she doesn't expect her work colleagues to turn too, thanks to the virus that's changed her world-and everyone else's-into a living hell. On the day Corporal Peter Clark and Corporal Adam Tenny rescue Helen, she doesn't know which commando she wants more, until she discovers she can have them both. Heat is a ten thousand word story that is linked to the novel, Base.

***DISCONTINUED*** OLD BOOK. READ NEWER ONES. "Bentley... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it that way.." i softly say, sighing. "no, don't give me that bullshit... you fucking think of me as a fucking prick, and you know what... you're getting punished" He shouted in a stern voice. I looked up at his tall self, compared to me. I was a size of a child.. He grabbed me by my wrists and directed me to his bedroom, The spankings, the hickeys, everything that happened between us, I can't forget. -----------------------

Aria Willows is a strong-willed girl in a highly rated private school, where most of the kids are pushovers. She longs to find a guy who can handle her fire, and is excited to hear about the new kid's bad boy ways. But as they always say, be careful what you wish for. Ashton Parker is a rich dominant with a rough past and mental health issues who takes his temper out on those who disrespect him. His father owns the #1 BDSM club in the country so that world comes naturally to him. He gives Aria more than what she bargained for when he joins her school after being kicked out of 5 others - and immediately has to have her. He is everything she never had. 𝓘𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓼 BDSM Abuse BxB Lesbian / Gay / Bisexual Group S*x Spankings Sadist / Masochist Violence / Crime Revenge Mental Health Issues Happily Ever After (HEA)

|Highest Ranks| 🏅# 2 in 3rdperson 🏅#2 in non-fanfic "I'm sorry, I really am sorry Steph" Marshall frown stepping closer to her now and taking her face in his hands. His thumb runs over her cheeks wiping her tears away. "I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to have you Steph" Marshall frowns. "Well you did....and you still continue to do so" Steph cries not bothered to push him away. "And I'm sorry Steph, I truly am sorry" he apologize again his face now inches away from her's. His green eyes soft and glossed over. Her big brown eyes stares up at him watching as he move the strands of hairs that were falling on her face back before wiping her tears as he slowly move closer to her more his lips inches from hers. Steph stay frozen where she was feeling his warm breath hitting her face unable to move. Marshall's eyes move up to meet her as if asking for permission. Taking her silence as permission Marshall crash his lips on hers. His warm lips caressing her's softly. A familiar warm feeling spreads through her body. WARNING ⚠️ BE READY FOR THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER THIS BOOK IS GOING TO TAKE YOU ON ⚠️ His Toy 2 is now out

《 Highest Ranking: #1 Teen Fiction 》 《 Highest Ranking: #2 Young Adult 》 《 Highest Ranking: #2 Love 》 "You want to know my secret, love?" He asked, his breath tickling my ear. His hand snaked around my waist, holding me tighter to his firm body. "Yes" I replied, breathless. "My secret is that I imagine tearing your clothes off and having my wicked way with you" he growled softly. Goosebumps littered my skin as I pulled away to look into his desire lidded eyes. "Really?" I asked, a smirk gracing my face. "My little temptress" he whispered. ~ Michael Hayfield, CEO of Hayfield Enterprise's has a secret and no body knows except his closeted friends. Hope Jackson is his Personal Assistant and now Michael's weakness. He's tried to keep her out of it but she gets sucked right back into his cruel world and not everyone is as they seem. Copyright @tavanalee No Rights Reserved 2018