"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕." 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 Copyrighted 2020 He's got blood on his hands, hatred in his veins and a black heart beating away in his chest. He's dangerous. He's a criminal, a murderer, a tsunami of anger, hatred and abhorrence. He keeps a few people close, yet they don't see his smiles and happiness. He's had it hard from the start, blood staining his hands from young, his mind corrupted. He thinks he's a disease, one that will destroy everything that comes close. But he can't seem to stay away from one girl who he thinks is too innocent and pure to be near him. She doesn't talk, she doesn't laugh and nobody has seen what she looks like. She's sweet, she's kind and she's undeniably in love with the one boy she should stay away from. She lives in a home where she is treated like something you can just throw away. She's lonely, and all she wants is a normal life. She's in love with a boy, a boy who doesn't even see her no matter how much she wants him to, a boy who hates everybody, a boy who's dangerous and feared.

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

(used to be Black Light) UNDER MAJOR EDITING! " What did you call me!?" He asked in a low but deadly tone of voice. She backed away till her butt hit his desk. It was just him in the way, she could make it past him, right? " Don't even think about it ." He could tell what she was thinking. He always did. Wanna know what happens next? Well read Devon and Bray-Lynne's story and fined out. I'm not telling anything. Enjoy. BTW Rated r for a reason. Don't read if you don't like wipes and floggers. Just saying. # 1 in give This is a rated X story. Must be 18 and older to read. ( but most of you arnt going to listen to me so read at your own risk and if you dont like it then just leave.) All rated chapters will be posted in Rated X Only. I will inform you at the beginning when it is a rated chapter.

Caution: This story contains some consensual BDSM(Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). Read with caution. --- When Maria Delsante attends a BDSM meeting, hoping to research the topic for her next book, she never expects to meet Sylvester Jackson. A man who sets her body on fire. Much to her surprise, their meeting continues in a broken down elevator, followed by rope, handcuffs, and a little bit of murder. ---- 1m reads - Dec 06, 2019 #2 - New Adult tag - Nov 9th, 2019 #1 - Masters tag - June 8th, 2019 #1 - hotguys tag - Feb 20, 2019 #61 - Love tag - Jan 12, 2019 400k reads - Jan 3rd, 2019 200k reads - Nov 24, 2018 #3 - NewAdult tag - Nov 17, 2018 100k reads - Nov 09, 2018 #4 - Dare tag - Oct 17, 2018 Story started: August 2018 Story completed: November 2018 Image purchased from Canva

Kaidon Cross, top-notch assassin of The Order of the Black Knights, had only one mission in his life, exact revenge for the death of his mother until he met the innocent Alice Reed, and his priorities changed to keeping her safe from the clutches of The Order. "I'll hide her, protect her, shield her against the world, and even kill if needed, whatever it takes because she is my princess, and I am her Black Knight."

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. Twenty eight year old Giovanni Armani is known by everyone as cunning, smart, a playboy and most importantly, absolutely terrifying. He basks in scaring people away, but when he meets twenty-one year old Arabella Jones, she can't help but to see him for who he really is-a funny, egotistical man. Not a killer, not the man with countless warrents for his arrest and blood on his hands. When she finds out he's the investor of Primrose Elemantary where she had just gotten a job as a substitute English teacher, she can't help but to fall for him. Could his lifestyle scare her away? Or could she look past all his wrong doings and love him for the man he really is? Through trial and error, news and situations that could break them apart, they stick to each other like superglue on fingers. Or do they?

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.

Emery has always been troubled. After struggling to accept the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to depend on her grieving father for both knowledge and guidance. As she battles through her own conflicting feelings of confusion, her family's known resentments, and their hidden distractions, she must learn how to open her confined world to a new perspective. That is, the ostracized life of her fated mate-a werewolf who belongs to the Gods. note - cover is made by @ViaAlyssaNicole note - this is currently being edited!

(Rooming with Royals Sequel) He's the prince of werewolves. She's the princess of demons and witches. Silently falling for her childhood best friend, Aya doubts the chance of them ever becoming together and denies the feelings she has for him. "You're a werewolf, Jace! I will be a temporary substitute till your mate comes." My chest heaved up and down, struck by the harsh reality. Mates are sacred to werewolves. The love that mates have for each other is unlike all beings. The love Jace has for me is nothing compared to the love he will have for his mate. "Aya -" "No Jace. You love me but you'll love your mate more. You'll continue your life normally, but I'm the one who's going to be left heartbroken. Someday, you will find her and throw me away like I was nothing." My lips quivered as I chocked the words out. "I know what I want Aya. With or without a mate, I want you. "