(Currently being re-written & grammar fixed outside of wattpad, I will be republishing very soon.) Josephine Katavana, the sweet librarian you would meet on a normal day at the library, struggling with her anxiety. She thought she knew it all and had her life planned out until she met someone, someone she never knew she would need so badly. Lucifer Luca Valentino, he was a psycopath and nothing more, he was the hot, inked, Italian, owner of a nightclub and publishing office everyone wanted so badly. But suddenly, after meeting her; she was all he cared about. Follow their journey from hate to love, if they have the strength to pull away from each other. ౨ৎ I feel like I can feel eyes on me from the back, but I didn't know where they were from, I turn around slowly to look around but my eyes land on someone else meeting theirs. By the color of the lights, I could make out the dark hair and the muscular form, his legs were spread while he had one leg bouncing up and down while the opposite hand was holding a clear tumbler glass while squinting his eyes leaning his head up to look at me with his neck veins and Adam's apple very noticeable. God that was hot, so fucking hot.

Alec grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down next to him. It was like he was embarrassed to meet his eyes, because he instead pressed his face into Mark's chest. For a moment, Mark was worried that Alec would hear his pounding heart with his head pressed into his chest, but then he realized he didn't really care. Before the other boy could fall back asleep, he asked a question. "Alec, why did you pretend to be drunk?" He knew that in asking this, he was admitting to the other boy that he cared. Alec's head lifted and he looked up at him with wide eyes "You know why." Their gazes locked, and Mark didn't dare blink. He thought back to Adam's words from earlier. Take the time to understand. So Mark did. He thought of his hands on Alec, taking advantage of the fact that the boy was wasted and most likely wouldn't remember in the morning. Then he thought about how he wasn't the only one to put his hands there. Sometimes they were guided, by Alec's own hands, and it realized that that if he wasn't drunk at the time, but sober, then Alec must have wanted his hands there. And then, Mark understood.

Kasper is the son of the President of the United States of America. Listed as one of the sexiest men in the world he has a lot going for him, but Patience thinks otherwise. Enemies as children, Kasper and Patience have made each others lives a living hell. However, when Patience is asked by the President to pretend to date his son because of 'personal reasons', Patience is continually included in all the state of affairs. Therefore, much to her distaste she has no choice but to face Kasper and his ultra ego. To add to the wound, something is not quite right. When Kasper and Patience finally get to college something happens that will shake Patience to her core -- someone gets shot. Now the question remains, who shot him, and what do they want? So follow Patience as she begins on a journey to piece together the mystery that threatens Kasper's life and her own. The only thing is, can she trust those closest around her?

He doesn't know love at all. She wished she never knew love. What if love came between them? Would he believe it? Would she give it another chance?

"He fulfilled her deepest desires." On a journey to fulfill the desires spewing inside her, Abigail Bennett finds herself at an anonymous club that looks more like Greek Heaven than a shabby BDSM establishment. It is the perfect place to meet the Greek God that is Preston Trice. He's ruthless, robust, arrogant, and believes he can walk on water. Most of all he's willing to fulfill all of Abigail's fantasies as long as she gives him total control. Drawn to a life she only read about in books and fantasied about in her dreams, Abigail is taken on a sexual awakening that enlightens her entire being. → | completed | → | highest ranking #1 in general fiction | Copyright © 2018 by paudickson. All Rights Reserved. Collared is completed and available on AMAZON for purchase as an ebook or FREE with Kindle Unlimited. You can head over to my profile for the link.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

"Can you unzip my dress? I've been trying but can't reach the zipper" I say as I turn my back towards him He comes towards me and starts to unzip my dress, his hand brushes against my skin while unzipping and his touch sent a shiver throughout my body. My heart started beating fast and I lost my breath. He rests his hands onto my waist and breathes against my neck. I don't know what was happening to me. He turns me around and pushes me against the wall with my back to it. I look at his lips and bite my own. He brings his hand up to my face and moves away some strands of hair. He looks into my eyes and mumbles under his breath "what are you doing to me?" He leans in closer and I place my hand on his chest. He stops, looks at me again and leaves my room. ******** When Mia Clark learns that she needs to live with her moms best friend, she thinks her life is ruined. But not until she meets Dylan Moore : A rich hot playboy that will get on Mia's nerves but at the same time, touch her heart. Follow Mia and Dylan on their journey as they learn to hate each other but feel something deep down. Will she finally become Dylan's "Mi'amore" (Mia Moore) ;) Highest rank: #1 in sexy #1 in nyc #1 in Mia #1 in handsome #1 in heart #1 in teenlove #1 in New York #3 in badboy #9 in romance #27 in hotguys #47 in CEO -1st Place Winner of 'The Future Awards 2019' Teen Fiction WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND STRONG LANGUAGE ⚠️

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

Highest Rank: #8 in Romance "You must never enter Master Brandon's bedroom, nor his study. He's not a very patient man. He allows no one in his room. You can do whatever you want in the house, but never go inside his personal space unless you are permitted to do so. Do you understand?" He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single person has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him-that's one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that's another rule. Except for me because I have broken every rule. Now I'm extremely drawn to him. He is peculiar in many ways, and his beauty is beyond physical. But the Master has demons of his own, and chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we've become the reflection of each other's nightmares. I realize that the Master and I are not so different. Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?