Baila- Social butterfly, Puts others before her, but she is really just broken deeply. Putting on a fake smile too hide your sadness can be draining sometimes. Jay- Most known gang leader, Spiteful, 1 out of 4 of the biggest Mafia's in town, Doesn't care about anyone but him and his sister. Jay afraid of nothing well that's what he lets people believe but honestly scared of feelings. He kilt his family with no remorse and around town he is known for nothing but the most frighting and harmful deaths. Baila sees the good in people.. but did she mess up by seeing the good in him? Both hurt each other and both total opposites. Can they let their past go to move forward? Can they get out the dark to find their light? Can they both face their obstacles together? "be in love don't fall in love. cause everything that falls breaks."

Dangerous. Unpredictable. Unstable. Possessive and Toxic. He was all things bad. Messy black hair, scars covered with tattoos and sadistic like tendencies. He was all things violent. A twitchy trigger finger, a facinatin for blood and murder he always got what he wanted. So why couldn't he have her? Amira had been sent to assassinate nightmare. All she had to do was gain his attention then kill him Right? Wrong. what Amira failed to realise was being the centre of this psychotic mans attention was a dangerous and unpredictable place to be. Nightmare always got what he wanted and he wanted her. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• An enemies to lovers story ♡︎ For... •••••••••••𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 ••••••••••• 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸! "𝑆𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔" he muttered trailing the dagger over the edge of my jaw and down to my lips. A mistake. "ℎ𝑚𝑚" he grumbled inching closer to get a look at the 'accident' he had just caused. My lip had been cut thus blood trickled down to my chin. His dark onyx eyes watched it with a deep lustful intensity. The pad of his thumb runs over my now slightly sore and bleeding lip. His eyes light up in facination as he deliberately smears the blood across my lips. Already inches apart he slowly edges closer, our lips brushing against one another he glanced down a them. Paused. And whispered "𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢" Ranks 1st in action-romance 22/7/21 1st in mafia 9/5/21 1st in femme fatal 26/7/21 9th in assassin

"Don't tell me you're not mine, Scarlett. I'm yours and you're mine, sugar. All mine. So go finish your shift quickly because I'm taking you home to pay for your shit tonight and the longer you make me wait, the more creative I get with what I'm going to do with you." Scarlett Peters just moved into an apartment above a bar, owned by a man who's practically her family. She planned to escape the mess of her life and an abusive ex, having swore off men. But plans don't go so well when she meets a regular at the bar and former marine, Ryker. He's chaos and dangerous, wrapped up in an irresistible package. Ryker has never been one to settle down or be with a girl more than once. But there's something irresistible about his friend's niece he just can't stay away from, especially not when he finds out her abusive ex is still bothering her. This is a sample only, full book available on Patreon through the link in my bio

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

He was in too deep. She didn't know that, of course. So she decided to plunge down with him. ***FFD SEQUEL***

I started to walk away, but was pushed with my face against the wall. "Obedience. That is what you need." His body was pressed against me, his breath hot in my ear. "Punishment" I could feel the smirk on his lips as he lightly bit my ear; I could hear the strain in his voice, holding back. I heard someone moan and realized it was my traitorous body. ***PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS YOUNG AND HAD NO EXPERIENCE WRITING THIS-THE BEGINNING OF THIS STORY IS QUITE AMUSINGLY SHITTY, PLEASE STICK TO THE END WHERE I EVENTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO. THIS BOOK IS UNDERGOING EDITING, BUT IT IS IN A DRAFT SO IT DOES NOT AFFECT YOUR CURRENT READING.***

College is over, and now Jane and Jake are starting a future together. They have a baby on the way and cannot wait to raise it. See their life and it's many turns with having a new baby in the family.

Jane was just 19 when she had her first college roommate Jake. He was her world. See how Jane and Jake's relationship grows and how their relationship escalates. A/N I'm thinking of starting a badboy series of books so please vote and let me know what you think! Here's the first badboy book I hope it works out and you all like it. I love you and thanks ❤️

Emilia has never been the type to be quiet or pushed around, that is unless it was Lorenzo. He's the only one who has ever make her knees shake...in more ways than one. She kept her distance from him as much as she could the older she got, feeling all too intimidated when she liked to be in control; he doesn't allow others control. Being close with his wife and him being a long time partner with her dad, they would have never thought what a bottle of cheap wine and cramps could lead them to. •••• "You know damn well you can't leave me," I tell her, squeezing her thighs. She bites her lip, cheeks turning a bright shade of rosy pink. Her skin is soft against the rough callouses of my hands. I never looked at her as anything other than a girl who got herself into trouble behind her daddy's back a little more than a year ago..now I'm the one she's fucking calling Daddy.