Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

[Book #2 in the Nystrom series] [18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger. I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?" "I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?" εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

After unknowingly saving a mafia boss from a botched bank robbery, Kiara accepts an offer to work for him as a translator, not realizing love may become part of the package. ***** Though Kiara Payne may be a genius when it comes to languages, what she knows of the real world largely comes from books and movies. But after foiling a robbery on her first day as a bank teller, Kiara finds herself thrust into a world of danger, her life resting in the hands of the infuriatingly sexy Italian mafia boss Milo Di Vaio. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo's translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family. Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara are both forced to question everything they thought they knew. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for? [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes and violence

*FIRST COUPLE CHAPTERS ARE CRINGE BUT GET BETTER... I HOPE :|* FIND AN UPDATED VERSION ON @waddlefreaks Arabella Carter A sixteen year old with a naive heart and innocent brain; she is the literal definition of sweetness. She is one of- no IS the the kindest and purest girl you'd ever come across, with angelic features and a body girls could only envy. She has an unhealthy obsession with miniskirts and aesthetically pleasing outfits, attracting everyone to befriend her. That was until he claimed her. And unfortunately for her, she believes the world is all sunshine and rainbows, dreaming of a fairytale romance. Kade Kairo The total opposite. Being nothing alike whatsoever, can the sinful bad-boy protect the naive Arabella; the cliche good girl? And maybe, just maybe, there could be a few exclusive dates, one too many stolen kisses and a whole lot of cheesy jokes... 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. Cover made by @freakiestsoul

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.

His eyes darken, his pupils dilating almost entirely. His warm hand cups the back of my thigh and pulls me closer, so I am now straddling him completely. I am half afraid his motorbike will topple over onto the grass, but the thought is soon erased from my mind when I feel his hot minty breath on my neck. "I want to take you over and over until your throat is sore from screaming my name." He sinks his teeth softly into the plush skin on my neck. I purse my lips, looking out into the distance to see the beautiful twilight sky. I brush my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at it so I can look straight into his eyes as I roll my hips against his. He smirks. His lips look tempting, but I only smile when one of his hand slithers up to my hip and lifts me up before yanking me back down onto the now visible bulge in his jeans. "Touch me, Kings," I whisper. "I am, doll-face." He kisses my jaw tenderly. Teasingly. I frown, taking his hand that rests on my hip and placing it on my aching heat. A surge of wetness rushes out of me. "I meant here," I say breathlessly, my eyes threatening to flutter close. - Leah Stone is only a few months away from graduating high school. As she pushes through her last year at Riverdale High, she is convinced she will graduate with no trouble. That is until Hunter Kings, Leah's longtime crush and the town's bad boy barges into her life and rouses her awake from her 18 years daydream to show her what she really missed out on in her teenage years. Midnight dinner, wild motorbike rides and endless inappropriate innuendos are only some of the things that Leah Stone will undergo on her journey with the town's bad boy. But what will happen when they finally graduate? Only time will tell. // #1 romantic #1 explicit #2 maturecontent

Deadly assassins Allegra and Ace have been trying in vain to kill each other for years. With a mutual enemy threatening their mafias, they find themselves in an unexpected alliance, and soon discover killing each other isn't the only temptation they need to resist... ****** Allegra Grey is poised to be the next great American mafia leader, and she's more than living up to the name. A skilled assassin, there's only one target who's ever gotten away from her-suave, sinfully handsome Ace De Luca, heir to the Italian mafia and the Greys' biggest rival. When both mafias are faced with a dangerous threat, they're forced to work together to protect their families, and unexpected sparks fly. Allegra definitely isn't one to sleep with the enemy, especially an arrogant womanizer like Ace. But there's an undeniable electricity between them and Allegra's not sure it's all hatred. Ace may be bad news, but Allegra's never been afraid of a little danger. As the fire they're playing with grows to a scorching blaze, one thing is clear: trying to kill each other may have been difficult, but resisting this intense chemistry will be impossible. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes, violence and gore

She's probably psychotic. She's unbelievably innocent, doesn't even know the meaning of most cuss words. She loves her pictures and has a horrible sense of direction. She blindly trusts whomever she stumbles upon, causing them to either be touched or take advantage of her pure heart that only wishes to love everyone. She is beautiful, so truly beautiful inside and out. And I don't understand why in Hell's name I can't get her out of my head. She drives me crazy with worry, why does she have to so damn trusting?! For heaven's sakes! She trusted ME of all shitty people. A damned gang leader who almost blew her pretty little head off her petite shoulders. And I have never felt so savagely protective over anyone in my entire life. My beautifully innocent angel.