She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

He was her best friend's brother. She was his little sister's best friend. He was a player. She had a crush on him. --------------------------- Ariel has always liked her best friend's brother. She knew that he only thought about her as nothing more but his little sister's friend. They had a great friendship regardless, and Ariel didn't want to ruin that by admitting her feelings to Adam, especially when she thought it would be pointless. Every week a new girl and every week, a broken heart. Ariel decided she wanted a change and her best friend Libby was there to help her. From that day, all eyes were on her. What will Adam do and what will happen between them? Will Ariel get over her crush for Adam or will she fall harder? -------------- Such a good book! ~Chloebetts0506 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THAT I AM READING THIS AGAIN! 😂❤ ~VanessaElizaldeUrzua This brought me to tears and I felt that, I really did ~jjstyle05 Whoa plot twist I'm loving this ~ShipingGoddess I LOVE YOU ATHOUR, YOU'RE SO FUNNY!!! ~ilove_unicorn 101 This is so amazing. Sweetest scene ever. Ariel is so kind ~_goldgirl ----------- *Beware that the comments in this story is way funnier than the story itself*

~In which a girl named Eris meets a boy named Killian.~ ... Killian was looking at me through hooded eyes, scanning my attire. "What are you wearing?" He asked. His tone was defensive, showing he wasn't sure how to act. "Nothing, why? You don't like it?" I asked innocently. "Eris, you look delicious. Take it off." ⚠️ Trigger Warning; mentions of rape and abuse.⚠️

DO NOT READ!!Undergoing editing When Scarlett Hayes gets dragged to the most known and famous club in New York by her best friend Jada,what are the odds that she catches the eye of the most feared and notorious Italian mafia boss? He claimed her,made her his and worshipped the ground she walked on. Will they be able to outweigh the problems that come with both their existence? ~ "Sorry,I-I have a boyfriend," "Princess.A scrawny little boy isn't going to keep me from claiming you," Started:18/11/2020 End :03/03/2021 ~ Top rankings: #9 in romance #1 in claimed #1 in hot #1 in inoccent #1 in mafia #1 in mafiaboss #1 in doctor #2 in mature #2 in completed #3 in graphics #3 in possessive #5 in youngadult

Warning: Only for ages 18+ "You are in my seat," I repeated. "You said that already," the boy beside him voiced with a profound russian accent. The undertone sent a chill to break out on my skin. My hands curled around the books in my arms as I studied him a bit more. The two were similar in the physical, same bone structure and sharp jawline except for the crooked way the second one's nose was angled. As I looked him over he studied me with the eyes of sweet honey, the pools of gold shameless in their perusal. "We are entitled to sit anywhere we like." "You haven't listened the first time," I gritted. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. Not after what I went through this morning. "You are both entitled to a empty seat such as those in the back row." I pointed to the desks Mrs. Murray keeps free of name tags. "This is my section." His lips pursed. "And what about this seat? It is empty. No name, therefore I have claimed it." "I don't do well with partners," I explained. "Not if you like people who bite." His smirk was devilishly sly. "Vy mozhete ukusit' menya v lyuboye vremya, krasivaya devushka." You can bite me any time, pretty girl. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ This is Korina Volkov's first encounter with Maksimillian Nikolaev, a Russian fighter for the Bratva. He's charming and persistent, but Korina wants nothing to do with him. She's a girl with dark secrets, a thief forced to steal to uphold a debt with the Dom of the Russian Brotherhood. Boris Sokolov. The father of her fiancé, Erik. Despite her future with another boy, Maksimillian chases. He wants her. He's adamant about stealing her heart. But soon Boris returns with Korina's past, and a deal that can set her family free from the chains he cast upon them. In order to save her family she'll reach further into the mafia's madness, tangled in a mess of lust, love, deception and the hunger for Maksimillian that will result in giving up being a thief and welcoming a new role.

"Vincent." "Yes, Amour?" "W-Why do you call me Amour?" "It means love in French, and you're my love" ♡♡︎♡︎ 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 3-22-20 Leilani Winters. You're average 17 year old, black girl. Only, there's nothing average about her life. She has to deal with the continuous beatings of her ex- boyfriend. One day the beatings got so bad, she thought she was going to die. But, luckily she was saved by a hazel eyed man. That was going to change her life forever.

I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't tug my hair. Grab it. Don't graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don't caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in. Don't nudge my knees apart. Move them like they're yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Don't hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still. I want it to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Don't ask me if I'm ok. Tell me I am. I need to let go and not think. I need you to make me yours. Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs. These are the things I can't control. I don't want to control. That's the point. Don't doubt. Don't worry. Don't overthink.

"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