"I want you, Gray. I want you to give me every ounce of your being. I want know how you feel. I want to know how you taste. Most of all, I want to know what you sound like when I bury myself deep inside of you, and have you screaming my name." He breaths, running his nose against my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and whimper as Calvin's hands dig into my thighs. My body is begging to be touched.

#1 in Romance (23.05.20) A WATTPAD ROMANCE FEATURED STORY. "So the kiss was just a mistake?" "Yes." she nodded her head as if just the words weren't enough for him to understand. He looked at her for a moment and then turned around and started to walk away. She let out a sigh of relief as now finally there was some distance between them but then he suddenly turned around and with his hands on either side of her head on wall she was trapped. Again! -------- He likes control. She is uncontrollable with an equally uncontrollable imagination. He hates disobedience. She never obeys...atleast not without a fight or asking her thousand and one questions. He is punctual. She is always late...but never more than 5 minutes. So what would happen when this workaholic business tycoon, Liam Richardson would cross paths with a beautiful and feisty Evangeline Rose. Sparks are bound to fly with humour in the air. An office romance. A roller coaster ride of laughter, anxiety, questions, answers, love, separation and union. Word count : 67, 954 approx. Beautiful cover designed by @MilkweedSinthesky started on: 26 April '20 Completed on: 19 June '20

"I... I'm scared of falling..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. It was like she wanted to say something more but stopped herself. "I won't let you fall... alone." I smiled when I saw her smile at what I said. But little did I know that what I said to her was true. She didn't fall alone; I was the one falling with her. ***************************** I am Keith Warren, a self proclaimed player and this is my journey. Thank you, @KitellaMash for the cover! :) <3

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

When Isabelle Donovan doesn't show up for work one morning, it calls for great concern. Isabelle has a near perfect attendance record and wouldn't dare miss a day without giving notice. The police begin investigating right away and focus on her husband, Scott Donovan, who she separated from six months prior. Scott, who claims to know nothing about his wife's disappearance, is caught in a lie when Isabelle's best friend comes forward with new information. A year earlier, another young woman mysteriously vanished under similar circumstances to Isabelle and was never seen or heard from again. Her body was never found, but police were convinced it was the husband, though they could never prove it. Now, as the search for Isabelle continues, questions begin to surface. Why did her marriage really end? Is Scott telling the truth? And most notably, could there be a correlation to the other disappearance? But if there is, then Scott must be innocent. ... Or perhaps not. Because in this story, nobody is innocent.

SEQUEL TO THE PLAYER IN HIM, BUT CAN BE READ SOLO. Raising a baby is tough, but raising a baby without the father? Even tougher. Jasmine has a baby. Who's the father? Do I need to answer that question? Will he be pissed? Will they get together? Will they split? Who's got custody? And the biggest question of all: Has the player finally put away his games? Follow Jasmine Josefina Galvin and Liam Alessandro Forte on their road to new beginnings. This won't be easy, seeing there could be a stir of new animosity between them; there is a thin line between love and hate. And they each have two completely different, but extremely demanding careers. Bummer. There could definitely be some hindrance *cough* their parents' wedding *cough* along the road. But hey, it's Jasmine and Liam...what could go wrong? NOT EDITED BECAUSE IT'S NOT COMPLETED. Update: COMPLETED BUT I'M BEING LAZY SO IT'S NOT EDITED...yet.

"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

( EDITING!) He pushed me against the gym lockers and man did he look different. Not scary but...... Possessive " WHO IS HE !!" he shouted I was confused , who was who then I remembered and started laughing . " Oh you mean my older brother , yeah people say we are pretty cute ." My voice clearly with sarcasm He looked at me for a few more seconds and then stormed off . Who knew he can be Possessive?