She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Katherine's life was never meant to be a fairytale. But she never imagined it would turn into a nightmare either. Sold to the most feared mafia leader, forced into a marriage she never wanted, she becomes the unwilling bride of Sahil, ruthless, dominant, and dangerously obsessed. She despises him, his control, his dark gaze that sees right through her. She fights, she resists, but nothing prepares her for the way her body betrays her at his touch. He owns her now, body and soul, and no amount of hatred can mask the hunger clawing inside her. Sahil never wanted a wife, but from the moment he laid eyes on Katherine, she became his. She can fight, scream, and curse his name, but he will break her, ruin her, make her need him as much as he craves her. Because she was never meant to escape him. She was born to be his. Hate turns to obsession. Loathing turns to desperate, all-consuming desire. And soon, Katherine finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where love is just another form of possession. She was his bride. Now, she is his obsession. And he will never let her go.

"Can you honestly believe your sister is marrying Damien- fucking- Gray??" "Yeah." "Aren't you excited? He's rich. He's hot. And now you get to see him everyday!" "Yeah." "I feel like you aren't listening to me, Tia." Lilian pinches my cheeks, snapping me out of my daydream. "Oh sorry." "Are you excited?" She repeats waiting for me. A tall, broad figure behind her distracts me again. And it's him. Damien Gray. And there's my sister, Marinette. Right behind him. She kisses him deeply, and I notice his eyes remaining open. The gray orbs gaze around before settling on me. And he's just staring at me, an emotion filling his eyes. I've never seen him give my sister this look before. Is it good or bad? Wrong or right? I mean, he's looked at me this way before. Does he only look at me this way? "I guess I am." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "I don't know. There's something about you." His fingers graze across my cheeks, eyes piercing into my soul. "Something like what?" I blush unconsciously, anticipating his next move. Damien tilts my face up and I tip-toe to match his height, but fail. Taking his free hand, he holds my waist and pushes me up on the wall, inching closer to me. Our lips graze across one another and his eyes darken. "Oh. I think you know, babygirl. I'm attracted." He groans out and I bit my lip. Setting me down, he pulls away and fixes his suit. Leaving me alone in my room, confused. Yeah, it's good. But it's wrong.

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

TWISTED SERIES NEXT GENERATION FAN FICTION AN IMAGINARY STORY. SYLVIA RUSSO, Spoilt, Reckless, Clumsy. She is busy faking who she is as her mind told her to do so to fit into the society Until her heart says something else... EUGENE DAVENPORT, Straightforward, career freak and reticent. He pursued his career in boxing while his mind never allowed him to see the world beside it. Until his heart says something else... When the mind fell in love with the heart.

When Layla finds her boyfriend Knox deep inside his bestfriend and realises this has been happening for a while now she makes a decision that bewildered him. "Layla I-" "let me finish" she said as she looked at him with a determined look. he hesitates but nods and runs his hands through his hair. "Lets keep our relationship open" she said and he looks at her stunned. "You mean-" she nods, "I want to try and see how i feels to know that you can fuck around without worrying about your partner leaving"she said and he feels like it's a joke. He didn't believe she was being serious till he comes back home after work one day to find her with an undressed man standing next to Layla who wore nothing but a robe around her lingerie in the kitchen of the house he shared with Layla. ***** ⚠️WARNING⚠️ -Sexual assault/Rape

I'm reworking this book right now so please be patient haha. Thank you for all the love and support <3

Promising student and avid reader, Zahra Calimeris, attends a book club where she meets Romero Vitale; A judicious professor and bibliophilic aesthete. book 1 | ongoing