"My mother named me Miracle, but I am anything but a miracle in her and our family's life. I am a mistake. I am a product of a heinous crime." Miracle Astor was born after the rape of her mother. Aurora Astor was convinced by everyone in her family to have an abortion when she found out that her assault had resulted in a child, but much to everyone's shock, Aurora kept the child, and after a long and excruciating labor, on her last breath, she said the word Miracle, which became her daughter's name. After Aurora died giving birth to her daughter, little Miracle was left under the care of her brothers, all of whom blamed her for the tragedy that happened to their mother. But in order to protect the reputation of their late mother and their well-known family name, the Astor brothers raised Miracle as their own and made the public believe that she was the full-blood daughter of the Astor family. Sixteen years later, Miracle became depressed and neglected as she carries the heavy weight of pain, guilt, and blame for what happened to her mother. But what happens when history tries to repeat itself with what happened to Aurora now threatening to happen to Miracle? And the terrible secret of their family cracks and reveals itself out to everyone? Will Miracle finally break? Will her brothers finally step in and be the brothers that she needed? Will someone stop the history from repeating itself and finally save Miracle? Read to find out! (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

DISCLAIMER: this is not the whole story! Only 1/3 of the book is here on wattpad, the full version is available as a paperback& ebook... After an accident killed her parents, Malia's life is turned upside down. She's going to an academy she's never heard of with people that have powers she didn't know existed. Will she be able to keep up with the other students or will she fail? Can she possibly be what people expect from her? And more importantly, how will she possibly survive living in the same place as a certain curly-haired, deeply infuriating boy? Only time will tell. Check trigger warnings on my website:) link in my bio &don't be intimidated by the amount of chapters. They're all only around 1000 words long to make it an easier read:)

-COMPLETE- [09. 10. 20. - 03. 06. 21] Angelo Giovanni had eyes for a certain fiery black haired beauty. No matter what he couldn't just get enough of the petite minx working as an exotic dancer working in his club. Ariel LaRusso has had a passion for classical ballet for as long as she could remember. But she also had a passion for exotic dances, sensual music and her body on the twelve feet high pole. Dance. Music and Sex. That's all drove Ariel. That was all of took to keep her sane. She was perfectly okay with no strings attached relationships, and that was wonderful because Angelo didn't want to settle down. At least not any time soon. Some unfortunate events of the night, drives both the Ballerina and Underboss away. But eventually they find each other, because they can not help but come back for more. But what will really keep the Underboss and his Ballerina together? Will they even ever be together? Will the Ballerina have her long wanted happy ending? ____________________________________ WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT THEME, SEXUALIZED SITUATIONS, GRAPHIC CONTENTS, MATURE LANGUAGE, and in NO WAY is APPLICABLE for readers under 18 years of age. Don't contain any fluff rainbow stuff. Proceed at your own risk. THIS IS A TOXIC BOOK ____________________________________ [Book 2 of the Mob Boss Series] ____________________________________ ____________________________________ ©-2020- all rights reserved. November O'Riley. Romance fiction ____________________________________

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

He broke the girl who loved him more than she loved herself.

{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1} 𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔 Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents'. Sure, when she gets in trouble or someone picks on her, she can defend herself perfectly fine with the way she does illegal fights and wins time after time. But it's when she's utterly alone, and locked up in her personal hell that she doesn't dare to speak up or say a thing. It's when the voices get through her that she cowers away in the shadows and doesn't dare to come out. Not even when her own life is in danger does she uses everything she's learned from that special boy with the mesmerizing smile and the kind reassuring eyes. Zina lives in her own shadows and deals with her own demons, but what happens when a random boy on a random day, decides to show more interest in her than anyone ever did? What if he tells her something that'll change her whole life?And what happens if that particular boy claims to be related to her? And is blood really thicker than water? Can her 5 caring brothers pull her out of her own shadows and free her from the voices calling her back? Or will she give in and be a danger to everyone around her? ---- "Don't break her heart." I suddenly hear Lucas speak up next to me. "How did you know?" I ask him. "The eyes. Everything you feel for her is displayed in your eyes." He answers me and I nod slowly. "I won't." I say quietly to him. "You won't what?" He says, wrinkling his brows in confusion. "Break her heart." I finish saying. I see him nod from the corner of my eyes, contemplating on what to say next. "Good." ---- No incest, nor cheating in this book!

Mona, a 12-year-old girl who has always felt like an orphan, grows up selling hot dogs and sausages, believing she has no family and no surname to call her own. But everything changes when she discovers that she does have a family-one far larger than she could have ever imagined. With 18 brothers (not including her cousins) and overprotective parents who watch her every move, Mona is sent to live with her family. Now, she must navigate life with her new, boisterous, and protective family, where being the only girl among so many brothers comes with its own set of challenges, surprises, love, and lots of humour.

Old version Just a modern-day love story between a quiet boy with obnoxious friends and a girl that likes flowers Sommerstall Academy is a contemporary teen romance novel filled to the brim with cute, funny, and occasionally heartbreaking moments- not to mention steamy scenes... Tw's for this story can be found on my website (check bio) If you are nee here, better to read the more recent version on my account!

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

Layla Campbell • four years after her boyfriend dies she's left to raise her three year old by herself. Her job allows her to provide everything necessary they may need, but she won't allow herself one thing: love, which goes against the promise she made. Lorenzo Romanoff • struggling with finding his reason to keep going and stop drinking. The day he meets his brothers lawyer and her little boy that changes. He finds his reason to resist temptation. ••• "I don't want you to leave me." His fingers stop brushing my hair when my confession leaves my lips. "I don't want to leave you, but I have to. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I grip his hospital gown and let out my silent cries as my body shakes. His arms tightens around me trying to comfort me, he knows nothing can. He's dying, and nothing is going to stop that. ••• "I do that a lot, you can't fool me." He says in a softer tone. I clear my throat and look away, the way he's looking at me's making me feel like he can read me as clear as a book, "Do what?" He gets closer to me making my eyes flicker to him, "You don't have to pretend Layla." For some reason it feels though as if I should whisper, "Who said I was pretending?" "Your smile," he murmurs, his eyes drop to my lips making a frown settle on his face. "It's so beautiful when you smile," his finger runs along my bottom lip, "but this one? Darling, this one is fake."