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)

(BEING EDITED IN PRIVATE) "No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful. In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in 70. We are all meant to be utterly destroyed by the fact of death. Of the fact that love can't save you. Unless it can.

In order to have power, there must also be the powerless. Without them, there is only delusion. He was used to power, dominance -- never having anyone dare question his decisions. But so too, was she. "His entire personality is a mystery to me. He lives and breathes for his work; his body is merely a vessel he uses to get around. I've yet to see him smile, or even become enraged. I've never laid eyes on someone so intriguing, yet so utterly empty." ---------------- When power meets power. She was everything he despised. Disobedient, strong minded, impulsive. But most of all -- powerful. "I don't doubt for a second that his power, entrancing demeanour and skin deep charm was enough to have women falling at his ruthless feet. The difference with me, is that I have more than enough power of my own. I don't need him at all. And there's nothing a powerful man hates more, than to be powerless. He simply isn't used to powerful women -- if only he knew how much 𝙛𝙪𝙣 we can be." After a grave mistake in a business deal gone wrong, two of the most powerful Mafia families in New York collide in a desperate attempt to deceive, and bury their mistakes. When the only option to save face is down to Sierra & Lucian, chaos is unveiled; as they are forced to form a relationship like no other. Passion, power & seduction. An enigma to one another; a hate fuelled explosion of heat and impetuous desire. In what began as a means to an end, she became 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Two strangers who complete each other in all the wrong ways. Annie was the typical rich girl. That's what he thought. She was a snobby know-it-all who has no understanding of the hardships in life. Roman was the all-time troublemaker. That's what she thought. Commiting crimes and giving no room for anyone in his heart. anyone but her. He didn't care about life, and she cared about it a little too much. But they complete each other, in all the wrong ways. what can 92 days of summer do...