A businessman with the world at his fingertips and a body built to fuck. Elliot Salvatore was every women's favorite heartbreak. Not only had he got it all but he knew it too. Except her. Azrael Carmen hated all men and they hated to want her. Cold bitch was her middle name and whispers on the street was to beware of said bitch, she drank the blood of her enemies. People in the business world disliked her. So what? She thrived on their hatred. Until, it became a fucking problem. Investors started pulling out. Business was crumbling apart. Her father watching the whole thing with perfect view from his million dollar yacht. Seeing him again was the fucking cherry on top. He had a perfect solution to her problem. Fake date him. Everyone loved him. Strolling around London on his arm was basically the golden ticket to the top of the world. All she had to do was try not to stab the man in the throat with her heels. • book four of the Salvatore's series can read as a stand-alone (best to read book 3 first) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

Eighteen-year-old Nat falls for five different boys during her first month at college, but never openly admits her crushes - until one night she drunk texts all five of them. She finds her freshman year turned upside down as she navigates the world of first love. ***** Nat keeps a list of all her crushes' pros and cons on her phone - the most logical thing to do for her list-making, highly organized brain. The lists were never meant to be shared, but when Ty, the school's star hockey player, dares Nat to tell the boys how she feels, how could she back down from a drunken dare? The sober light of morning leaves Nat questioning her sanity when she sees three messages awaiting her response: the hot guy she met at a concert, the kind guy from orientation week, and the perfect guy from lit class. Now, Nat must confront her feelings for these boys face-to-face, or her chance at love will pass her by. In this story of firsts, what happens when Nat just presses send? Book One of the Just Press Send series. [[word count: 90,000 - 100,000]] Cover designed by Cil Ojumo

Kiara is an assassin. Born in the industry, she knows her work better than anyone else and she's the best that her clan has. Kiara has never failed a mission in her life and never plans to. But this mission is different than the others. More difficult - dangerous, even. Her newest task was to get rid of the Prime Minister of England's son, Niklaus St. Clair. At first it seemed easy to her seeing how she has killed many presidents and prime ministers, and many of their eldest sons, so why was this one so different? Besides his face of zero flaws, and his muscular body and rock-hard abs, and that oh-so-sexy accent she involuntarily fall for - oh, and the fact he has many dark secrets of his own. She calls him an arrogant brute. He calls her his feisty kitten. So what happens when their first encounter ends up with her trapped between a wall and his body instead?

"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************

The only thing Mia Hope has in common with Jake Carpenter, Artwood High's most popular quarterback, is a love for the coffee served at The Coffee Pod. He wants her to tutor him - and if she can do it without a single cup of coffee, he'll pay her triple. Easy. Nothing could go wrong, right? ***** When Jake learns he's failing English, he knows he needs to pull his grades up or he'll risk being kicked off the football team. He strikes a deal with the elusive Mia - the quiet girl with secrets. If she can't go without a single cup of coffee, she has to tutor him for free. If she can, he'll pay her triple, and with Christmas around the corner, there's nothing Mia needs more than money. But as the pair grow closer, Jake learns the real reason for Mia's bad habit, and what starts as an innocent bet between enemies grows into something more serious. Can the pair survive the next two months with their hearts - and secrets - still intact? Content/trigger warning: This story contains themes of assault and abuse. [[word count: 60,000 - 70,000]] Cover designed by Jenna Conrad The Coffee Pact now has a sequel: The Kissing Pact

"Sell your virginity to me and I will clear your father's debt." ~~.~~ Angelique Ryans had a promising future ahead of her. Prestige school, lovable personality, talent. She had it all, until the day her father gambled away their lives to a man famed for brutality. The choice was simple - strip for the mafia or die a miserable death. Or..to strike a deal with the devil himself. Nikolai Ivanov had his sights set on her. An innocent and pure Angel - all his to break. Ruling with an iron fist and wicked heart, he was ought to ruin her. Every curve of her was made for him to take and ravish. Only, this Angel is fiercer then she seems. She's the light to his darkness. The calm to his storm. In the end...who will break first?

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Selena's life is in shambles. Isolated by most of her family, witnessing a lifelong friendship crumbling before her eyes, and being torn apart from the boy she fell so idiotically in love with, she doesn't see how things could get much worse. But once again, the universe finds uncanny enjoyment in proving her wrong. On the other end of the spectrum, Conner's not doing much better. Like Selena, his family is completely against Conner and his girlfriend's entire relationship. The only difference being, his family is on the side against him. And as if he wasn't unlucky enough, Selena's handsome and foreign almost-ex-boyfriend picked the perfect time to come and pay them a visit. With more than ever on the line, what started out as harmless fun has morphed into something entirely more heartbreaking. Even best friends have their issues sometimes, right?

Conner Rogers: Hot, athletic, and popular, with an ego the size of the Empire State Building. Selena Rider: Clumsy, uncoordinated-and-most-definitely-not-athletic, and sarcastic, with an unfortunate affinity for making self destructive life decisions. Against all odds, Selena and Conner have remained best friends longer than either can even recall, joined at the hip and constantly searching for adventure. Or trouble. Or both. Until puberty kicks in, and BAM!, they go from being best friends for life, to best friends with benefits. No one else knows, for now anyways, and keeping it that way will prove more of a challenge than expected. The two will have to deal with the fact, that the things they want, are sometimes the things that they never expected to want. There's a test of devotion and friendship approaching them, and no one is certain that they will make it out with their hearts in one piece. After all, best friends are forever. Right? UNDER MASSIVE CONSTRUCTION! So if things aren't making any sense, it's because I've been going back and editing everything XD

•••Excerpt••• I walked Vivian up to her apartment. During the ride back she couldn't stop talking about the clothes she saw and her smile was constant. The spark in her eyes never left. How could I ask her to stay just because I was a self-centered fool. I'd miss her. "Thanks for dinner, Rich. I really appreciate it." I knew she meant for more than just dinner. "Your welcome, Viv." I hugged her. She was still here for another week. There's no need to go all sappy now. It was only 3 months. She'll be back before I know it. But for now, I needed this. To be with her. We pulled apart. That glow was still there. If I hadn't known any better, she looked like one of my many one night stands after hot sex. Wait, she looked like- "Oh, shit." "What is it?" She asked. Her face was surprised that I cursed out of nowhere. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's who?" "The man that you're fucking, Viv." *primarily in Vivian's pov, and this story was created about 3 years ago with not much editing. Sorry for the choppy style and grammar. I won't be changing it much because I wanna keep the memory of my writing.