"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

"What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one that I want around? What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one to hold me down? Girl, you don't know, that I know you should know Cause you don't know, you don't know, you don't know" A Bestfriend love storyy

If you like fantasy/romance you should try my story The Flower Longed Death. It is written a LOT better than this one is! -------------------------- "You must've got the wrong impression if you keep expecting to get away with shit like this, so let me make things clear," He says with a calm smile. He moves his face closer to mine, losing the lighthearted grin that had previously cooled my nerves. I get a better look at the scar across the bridge of his nose, and the vague one X'ed onto his lips. Now I want them even more. -------------------------- Eighteen year old Mileva never thought her past would catch up to her after leaving years ago to live in New York City. She didn't think she wanted it to. However, she also didn't think she would cross paths with a guy like Valen, the Italian Mafia's heir. He's only twenty three, but he's somehow the most attractive and intimidating man she has ever met, let alone heard of. Mileva battles her anxiety adjusting to this new life of hers, while Valen is just getting comfortable with his new obsession. -------------------------- Word count: 110,000 There is a lot of graphic content, so please read carefully! List of specific warnings can be found in the introduction. The writing gets better as the story progresses, I promise.

She didn't know that her father was cruel enough to sell her out to the most fearful man in all of England. Let all alone force her to marry the man who could kill anyone without a blink of an eye or a single regret because his heart was ice-cold since (at a young age) the woman he loved broke his heart for another man's money. Many years later, Valentino was the richest and not to mention the most dangerous man in England. If the rumours don't scare you enough, his torso and arms covered in tattoos would tell you. Or maybe the two guns he carries around wherever he goes no matter the circumstances. And if 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 doesn't convince you, how about the fact that he married a woman for the sake of his company, and then got her pregnant (which by the way he was never there for her while she was pregnant until the day his child was born). The birth of his child was an awakening to life. The day his baby was born he felt love and warmth in his once stone heart. He realized - while holding his child - that he must protect it at all cost. Even if that means defeating all his enemies one by one. But in doing so, he needs to keep his wife closest to him, so she doesn't get hurt. After all, she is the mother of the thing he loves the most. ⚑ mature content ⚑ strong language

DISCLAIMER!!!!!! This book is probably very bad! Who am I kidding? there's no probably, it's very bad. There are probably some things that don't make sense or don't add up, and the writing in the first chapters (or all) is bad. I know I have improved but this was just a warning, so I don't get cussed out in the comments. Lol, jk. I wrote this when I was younger (I hated editing) so there are a lot of mistakes with capitalizing, punctuation, sentence structure etc. Read at your own risk. You were warned. ************ Excerpt. The pounding of my head could be heard from a mile away. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to focus on the pain. I was becoming irritated by both the headache and the stupid chains. I opened my eyes and looked over at my sister, she was sleeping with her head hanging low. I looked away from her and pulled on the chains, ignoring the migraine I'm pretty sure I have. This is just pure cruelty, I really prefered staying in the room. I looked around the room, for what felt like the millionth time within this hour. I took a deep and long breath before I just let my hands hang to the sides of my head in the chains. My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes a while after I noticed that someone was in the room. "What are you doing in here?" I asked. ~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank #1 in General Fiction. New cover made by @lexusloveangels. Thanks again, I love it.

Mila Valentino X Isaac Martinez Isaac pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. "Look at me after I kiss you" he says, voice low and rough, like he's fighting for control. I nod, breathless, cheeks flaming. "Are you shy?" he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. I shrug, my voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what to do. It's my first time kissing someone." Isaac's eyes soften. He smiles-a slow, dangerous smile that sends another shiver through me. "It's also my first time, Mila" he says, voice warm and low. My head snaps up, eyes wide. No way. He's too good at this. "It can't be" I say, disbelief colouring my voice. He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. "Just because it's my first kiss doesn't mean I don't know exactly what I need to do to make you feel good, sweetheart." Heat blooms in my cheeks, spreading down my neck. My hands tremble as they rest on his chest.

The Giovanni's are the Italian Mafia. It is the most powerful mafia. For 8 generations the family have been trying to have a princess in the family but have been unsuccessful. That is until Alina Giovanni and her twin Adrian were born. Due to Alina being born she was target for the other mafia's especially the Russians who hated the Italians due to their success. Alina is taken by them and brought up in terrible conditions. The whole family was heartbroken but never gave up trying to find her. With 6 brothers and parents never forgetting her they were sure to get her back. They weren't the most powerful mafia for nothing. How long do you think it would take to get her back and make the family whole again, if that was even possible? Would things turn out ok in the end? Cover by @prielle on Pinterest

This isn't a common supernatural book. It has its own rules, its own twist, and its own magical creatures. Get ready for this unusual story between the most powerful Tribrid, Xena Raven Mensah, and the killer hellhound Elijah Gatewood. Xena is known and scared by many supernatural creatures. She's powerful, pretty, and hatred by many enemies. Elijah is a heartless and killer hellhound. He kills demons and monsters ruthlessly. He's hot, handsome, a lone hellhound, and envied by many alphas. What will happen when these two powerful creatures will meet each other on the Greenburg campus where many other supernatural creatures reside and instantly feel the sparkle ignite? The desires of two powerful soulmates.

The last thing that lowly Omega Seven expected was to be mated with the powerful Alpha King, especially when every wolf knows that Omegas and wolves with Alpha Blood can't possibly be mates...right? Season 1 of The Alpha King's Lost Mate *** Omega Seven was content with her life cooking and cleaning in the Blood Moon pack. No name, no family. It was all that she had ever known until ruthless Alpha King Ambrose Fitzgerald discovers that Seven is the mate he's been desperately searching for for countless decades. The only issue? Omegas can't be mated to wolves with Alpha blood, and Seven is just a lowly, nameless servant-at least, that's what she's been told. As Seven struggles to believe she's Ambrose's true fated mate, Ambrose goes searching for answers about Seven's past and is left with even more questions. Fleeing from her old pack with nothing but the clothes on her back and her new mate by her side, Seven is forced to reexamine everything she knows about herself. Torn from the Blood Moon pack, can Seven face her long-buried past, accept her powerful mate, and step into her power as the soon-to-be Luna Queen?