[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I tried getting out of his hold, but he had more strength in his finger than I had in my body. He flipped me over until my back was touching his broad muscled front. "Leave me, Ares," I pleaded. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me down as he squeezed me tight against him. His nose buried in my neck, inhaling my scent. It turned me on and I cursed my traitorous body for reacting this way. "You still wear that same perfume, the day I first met you." He ran his tongue on my neck. "Babe, since the first time I landed in this country, I knew I had to end you." And just like that I believed him. His eyes stormed liked twin hurricane about make landfall. He seemed like a perfect gentleman until his sinister lips made me ache with pleasure. I thought I would never meet him again, but fate had different plans for me. * SUITABLE FOR 18 + OR TEENAGERS WITH OPEN MINDS * cover by IvvyKy

Marco Dallas Never failed to make a girl's knee go weak. Everything that everyone envy. Always throwing the biggest party every once a month. Always getting laid. Ellena Scarlet Never failed to make her parents and teachers proud. Always have been the easy target. Mortal enemy of Marco Dallas. "You are mine, Ellena. If I can't have you, no one will. You know I don't share what's mine. And what things I can do to get that."

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing... and also slightly annoying. "Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?" she asked and returned to her seat once again. "I don't think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail." My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. "My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize" "Wow..." I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist "it must be difficult at times" I added. "yeah, its difficult every time" she laughed "but today isn't about me, I have a question for you." There was a brief pause in between before she carried on "Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?"

"Drake?" I call out shakily. His eyes slowly flutter open and he smirks amusedly at me. "Gotcha." He whispers before pulling my head down to his and pressing my lips against his. And just like that he did. The asshole got me stuck in his trap, making me feel things I've never felt before. -*-*- WARNING : INCLUDES EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, SEX SCENES ;) AND GUYS THAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL ALL HOT BOTHERED. (UNDER EDITING)

THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED!! -If you wish to still read it, then feel free to do so. It is not the best, it has many things that need to be worked on, but I am no longer interested in it to fix them... Sorry --. "Whether you like it or not, Mr. Big Shot, this unborn child is yours!" I glare at him as my annoyance and anger intensifies. He stares at me for what seems like hours until he finally laughs, "Liar." °°°°°°°°°°°°°° One dance, one night together is all it took to change Marie's life. Follow Marie as she goes through the journey of being pregnant with 'The Italian Billionaire's Baby'. (WARNING: There will be mature content in a couple of chapters/ Unedited)

Tobias and Talia are complete opposites, yet thrown together in an arranged marriage. Can they navigate married life in the wake of a terrible tragedy? ***** After being pressured into an arranged marriage to merge their families' companies, Talia and Tobias are stuck living together as husband and wife. Although they are both unhappy, neither tries to make the best of it. Tobias is too busy, and Talia is too distraught by the tragic death of her former fianceé, Jason. But as time goes by and they spend more time together, an undeniable attraction develops between the two. Despite this, Tobias can't seem to see past his jealousy of Jason and accept Talia - and Talia, plagued by guilt, is unwilling to let Jason go. Are the two heading for better - or are they headed for far worse? [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

Four years ago, Chassie George Lewis gave her heart and her body to the one person she was never supposed to fall for: her sister's best friend. One night with Nathaniel Forester became something neither of them expected-a baby boy, and a bond they never quite defined. Now, they're co-parenting like pros-friendly, functional, strictly platonic. Or so she tells herself. But when she sees Nathan with someone else, feelings she thought were buried resurface-sharp and stubborn than ever. Along with them comes the ache for a chance... one she never allowed herself to hope for.

||#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.

"W-why do you want me?! Just leave me alone!" "I cannot. You have something I need. Something I crave that no other woman can fulfill." his eyes grow dark. "Its stronger than any drug. I want you all the fucking time. Every fucking second of the day. It's fucking torture." There's genuine anguish within his eyes. "Do you want to hurt me, " my voice is low, scared. "Yes." At my horrified expression he amends. "But I want to give you pleasure." I swallow gaining some bravery. "How?" His smile was a mixture of lust and something dark that danced outside of my comprehension as he began removing my panties...

This is the ENGLISH VERSION of TAKING WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY HIS! "You're planning on leaving me again? Tell me, is that really how you see me? That after we made love last night, you would just go and leave me like nothing happened?" she looked down while trying her best not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Answer me, damn it!" He said in a thunderous voice. She got startled because of his loud voice but she couldn't help but to feel resentful towards him. Why was he acting as if she was the one who did something terrible to him? She pushed him away from her. "Yes! I am planning on leaving this house because I can't stay here with you!" He looked at her with disbelief and....pain? "Why?" "Because-" she wanted to speak and tell his resentment towards him; all of the things that she's been keeping inside all time but nothing came out of her lips. "What? You can't say anything? Admit it Gaelle! You still love me but you can't accept that fact that's why you're leaving! You're leaving because you're a coward!" her tears fell. She couldn't stop them. Why is this happening to her? Why do they have to meet again after all this time? "That's not true!" She tried to sound stern and brave as she met his gaze. He smirked and stared at her intently like he wanted her to melt under his heated gaze. "I know you very well, chérie. I know it's still me and no one else. The way you made love to me last night told me so" she couldn't accept what he was saying. Her brain was against it. "Don't call me that! I hate you! I f*cking hate you!" She yelled and hit his chest with her fists. "I told you before, chérie; you're mine and always be mine. No matter what you do, it's still me, Gaelle! Only me!" he hissed and then claimed her lips for a punishing kiss. Highest rank in romance #17