Luanna the daughter of a doctor was born to be Riccardo's. Riccardo the son of a Mafia lord was born to be Luanna's. Did Luanna's father know what he was getting his daughter into when he arranged her marriage with the son of a Mafia lord ? --- "I'm a dangerous man, I do dangerous things almost everyday, in fact my whole life is danger I am danger itself" Highest rankings: #1- madlove #1-promised #1-stalking #2- forever

Jasmine is used as debt for her brother's weed habits and her mother's crack addiction. She has to give herself away to the biggest drug lord of New Orleans to keep her brother alive. What will she do? She faces abuse, sexual harassment, and hard times with her newfound "owner". Will she ever get adjusted to her new life style? Read on to find out more.

"Wait!" Bird yelled out He looked at his daughter then back at David."She fresh, virgin. Sell her, make money. Just please don't kill my baby girl." Tiffany eyes widened but she kept quite and watched a sinister smile spread across David's face. "Bird, you just sold me you me your Daughter. Let's just hope she's as good as Rose," David said before aiming the gold and black desert eagle at Birds bloody and banged up face. "Goodbye Bird," It's hard to explain the story...just read and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. This book do have some sexual parts in it also cuss words violence and so on :) © COPYRIGHT 2013 All Rights Reserved. This story contains very detailed sexual content, explicit language, and violence. Rated-R for the mature. copyright© /- Shania

He was feared. He was known. He was dark. He was notorious. -

*Story is under construction currently2019* Na'chelle Holland is a 23-year-old black woman. She gets kidnapped from her city and taken across seas to a foreign location, for trafficking purposes. How will she get out from such disturbing surroundings? Can she save the other girls? Where is she? Read to find out.

The Scar on her face....could never match the one on her heart.

Cautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep reef scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other side of ally. She took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the confrontation that would take place once she could convince her body to turn around. there she was greeted by a tall, slim man with a sickening wide smile on his face; his hair swaying in the wind like grass in an open plain, his eyes dark and sinister like those of a camera lens. She could taste the nicotine in the air where he stood and she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he spoke "Where you goin' sweet thing"

||UNDER EDITING|| IFFY WRITING -THIS STORY IS DARK. NOT FLUFF- A few long years after moving away from Derry to live with her Father, eighteen year old, Y/n returns for her Mother and young brother's funeral and to inherit the old house she used to live in, along with a few more valuables. With the suspense of how her Family really died, Y/n can't help but be afraid. So naturally... IT can't resist. || Book One ||

#Teen Fiction # |Rosetta| " Do you understand me ?" I nodded . " Do you trust me ?" I nodded " Will you obey me ?" I nodded again . On the land of the RainStone territory , There was nothing one could do to refuse The Royals . There were the only source of food and shelter for the villagers , they were their only gods . No on shall go against them . # Cover by : @hot_steamy