Being born in the Medici family meant many things. It meant you had a soft spot for crime, an endless thirst for blood, an inclination towards violence and the guts to live up to all of them. It was easy for me because I was born a sick fuck. Ever since I knew myself "The Life" was what I was trained for, but nobody trained me for what was to come after she entered my life. Nobody ever told me that it would be this hard to distinguish my thirst for blood from the urge to own her very soul. For me, they go hand in hand. And maybe it is the same thing, really. I want the power over her that only a connection deep to the f*cking blood is able to assure it. When it comes to her I'm not sure of many things. I'm not sure of what I'm capable, or better said, what my limits are. I thought love was supposed to make you a better person. It only made me more vicious, more cunning, more violent. Love is f*cking twisted.

Full book is available to read for free on KindleUnlimited right now! Liviana has it all. An amazing life in L.A., flying through college, roomating it up with her best friend from high school, and the hunky All-Star boyfriend. Life is good and drama free- until the Demonte twins roll into town and Liv's life gets flipped upside down. A simple drinking game turns into a wild adventure of love, lust, and danger that may have deadly consequences when the mafia is involved. Grayson has nothing to lose... at first. L.A. is a far cry from home in New York, but when you're trying to forget, distance is key. Too bad Father doesn't believe in rest for the wicked. With a new assignment-and a new distraction will Gray figure out who his enemy is before it's too late?

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. . . J A K E Two words. That's all it took for me to experience my first heartbreak. I brought her lilies everyday, even went to the extent of playing songs on my damn cello for her but it still didn't align with her standards. She was royalty and royalty deserves only the best. That was six years ago and I buried everything to do with Julia Price in the ground. Literally. I dug a hole behind our house and dumped in the contents that reminded me of her. I was done with her. At least I thought I was. Life sure has a way of dicking you over. Now, little Miss Julia Price has decided to join the merry fucking band of the Carlisle family and she's making it clear that she wants to play with fire. The twisted thing is. . . I'm up for it even if it means I'll most likely get burnt again. [this is the first draft. i'll edit it once its completed] ***ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢʟʏ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs, ᴏғғᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs. ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀɢᴇ 18 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ***

under editing | will be back soon C L Y D E For a long time, I thought the best thing that has ever happened to me was the first time I met my grandmother. She was all smiles and warm hugs the second I stepped out of the car, a clear contrast from the coldness I received from my dad's family when they learned of my existence. And then there's the day I met her, the person who'd change my life forever and make it seem like every event that led up to us running into each other was carefully crafted specifically for us and nobody else. Maybe I'm just in over my head with that theory. I'm only eighteen, for goodness sake. What the hell do I know about love? But I swear I see it every time I look into Reyna Morgan's dark brown eyes. I feel it every time her hands reach out to touch me. I taste it every time our mouths are locked in a passionate kiss and I hear it every time she reveals any tidbit about herself and trusts me with it. I just wonder if she'd take it all back once she really knew who I am and what I've done in the past.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️