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Gaslight is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. ***** Studious seventeen-year-old Maddie must learn self-defense while trying not to fall for her womanizing trainer. ***** When straight-A student Maddie is forced to move to LA, she plans to keep her head down, grades up, and make it through senior year as unnoticeable as possible. But when she stumbles upon an underground boxing match starring the intriguing Hayden Walker, she sees a chance to protect those she loves from her crazy, abusive father. She offers Hayden money in exchange for self-defense lessons, a dangerous arrangement that just might end up changing the pair of them forever. *If you aren't reading this book on Wattpad, it has been stolen. Please report the website!*

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

I hear a single pair of hands clapping coming up from behind me ripping me out of my thoughts. I stand up with my soar body and sweat dripping down every crevice. "I'm impressed." Millionaire guy says outside of the ring. "Welcome to the Mafia." He says simply and turns around. Wait. What?? "Mafia?" I ask suddenly hoping I heard him wrong. He turns around with a smirk on his face. "Yes, since you defeated my best fighter. Now you're my best fighter. Welcome to the Beneveti Mafia." He says with a big smile on his face. Oh hell no. A surge of anger went through my veins and I couldn't control myself. I sprint out of the ring and dodge all of the men trying to pull me back from this piece of shit I've heard about my whole life. I grab ahold of his shoulder to swing myself over him and body slam him on the concrete but he counter acted my hold. He swung me in front of him holding me in a hold with a sharp object up to my neck. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, pretty." He says whispering in my ear. ----------- Brynn Vera Moretti is a 21 year old girl who can fight better than any man. She gets captured by the Beneveti Mafia. The leader Mauro Nazario Beneveti sees she's an amazing fighter and feels she could be to good use. Join her on her journey with the Beneveti Mafia and new friends she makes down the way. *This book is dedicated to my niece Brynn. You're the love of my life and when you're old enough to read this I hope it gives you the power to be who you are.

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

Ruby O'Brian was born into this world of guns and war. After being away at school she comes back to some News. Ruby has been promised to marry one of the most notorious Mafia prince. Colton Salvatore. Colton Salvatore is a cold hatred killer. He takes what he wants and doesn't hesitate to do so. He set his eyes on Ruby years ago and now he had returned to clams what is his. ------------------------- "You really got a bad attitude." "Only for you." I smirked going to turn away from him. Colton grabbed my wrist and pulled my body right to his chest making me squeal for how fast his movements were. "Now don't make me play the bad guy little one." I was pushing as hard as I could to get out of his grip and doing everything that I could. What shocked me was when he slapped my ass. I was mortified. No one had ever touched me like he was right now and I didn't want it. I couldn't help myself when my hand came up and went across his face. His head went to the side with the force I put behind my smack. I won't lie I was proud of my work. I went to move back but he kept his hands on my waist. He picked me up and grabbed the bottle from my hand throwing it somewhere on the lawn. This is where all panic came to me. I didn't know what this guy could do. He was from a family of KILLERS! "I-I'm Sorry! Please put me down!" I cried as I saw him carrying me closer to the pool. "To late now baby."

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin

Highest Rankings - #1 in gun, #2 in jealousy, #7 in innocent, #10 in mafia #12 in love --- She cringed as she spotted the bus a good 20 meters away from her, she would have to run in the pelting rain. As she inhaled a breath to hold as she ran, she turned abruptly as she heard a loud groan. Turning to her right she spotted a giant, lumbering figure stumbling towards her. Biting her lip nervously, she threw a glance at the bus, before facing the injured man, it was getting dark so she could not see his features well, the street lamp shining on his back. From what she could see, the giant man was gripping his shoulder, there seemed to be no blood. Going against her better judgement, she watchfully approached him, placing her hands in the air to show that she meant no harm. She surprised herself with this action, she should've left, she should've just gotten on that bus and never looked back, but there was something about him, something that pulled the innocent girl towards the menacing man. A pull she couldn't deny. - Marcello, King of the Mafia, claims a bright, innocent girl, a stark contrast to his dark, tainted self. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. She was born to be the Queen. --- Editing - the chapters that have the word 'chapter' on it, haven't been edited.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)