Isabella had never really fit into the mold that her family was forcing her in. Luckily, she finds a place that accepts her as she is. However, she didn't expect it to be among a bunch of rowdy bikers. *** Isabella knew how her life would go - even if she didn't like it. Since the day she was born she had been shaped and squished into the role of the perfect high-society trophy girl. But the shoe never really fit. She was too curious, too clumsy, too nice. When she intercepts a flying coffee cup for a complete stranger, little did she know she would soon be staying with the city's infamous motorcycle club. And it seems the rowdy men have little intention of letting her go any time soon. Especially not their large, protective enforcer. And that is alright with Isabella. Home is where the heart is and she's lost hers in the Steel Rebels' club house. **** This is the first part of Isabella's and Knux's story and will be completed with "Hammer & Anvil (Steel Rebels MC #2)". ***** Fictive location. Mature scenes. Strong language. Past abuse (Trigger warnings in chapters)/PTSD. Violence. D/s (mainly bedroom, gentledom/sweetsub, light ddlg). Relates to "Neighbor cottage" but can be read independently. Word count: about 200 000 Original cover picture: https://unsplash.com/photos/DdPvyjLOeyA - Edit by noige22 Completed May 2023

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]

/Rafe Cameron/ She's lying, I know she is. She saw who it was. In and out of consciousness, between blurbs, she knew. But for some reason, she wouldn't talk.. Bella was a born pogue, maybe more so than any of her fellow pogue friends yet somehow she ended up being the best friend of kook princess Sarah Cameron. They met on the playground at four, and have been inseparable ever since. // One night at Topper Thornton's annual kick off to summer pool party, the night is just getting started and would only keep getting better.. until Bella finds herself drunker than she anticipated and separated from Sarah. Soon everything goes black.. When Bella awakes she finds a pair of Cameron eyes staring down at her. Except Sarah's eyes are brown And these were blue.. Warning This book contains violence, SA, self harm, rape, drug use and more. All Obx characters and storyline of the show belong to the writers. I only own my own parts of the storyline created in this story and characters.

"I think you've already starved me enough, Amia, just one taste. I promise I won't bite." Marcello implored, his hands slipping gently between my thighs whilst his thumb slowly caressed my skin. ***** Amia embodied everything Marcello Ortega, a violent and dangerous mafia leader, loathed. She was his cock's itch, and the only way to get rid of it was to either destroy her or pin her against his bed, relieving his impediment. Amia was returning home from work late one night when she came across a critically injured man on the street and, being the kindhearted and unselfish girl she is, decided to assist. She had no idea that the man she had assisted was the vicious and callous underground Mafia leader, and she would soon find herself entangled in sweet yet deadly illusions. ********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

The world is split in two by a fence separating the upper Class and the lower Lawless societies. Class are raised to hate Lawless, believing them to be dangerous and uncivilised, with the exception of Dove Amor. It's one thing when she begins to question the morals of Class and another when Sage Creed appears in her bedroom one night, holding a knife to her neck when he gets caught on the wrong side of the fence. *mature & language warning*

The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

What would you do if, after getting drunk in a party and passing out somewhere you don't remember, you woke up in a cart that is pulled by a horse with two people speaking weird language and wearing white sheets over their bodies? You panic, obviously. Era never believed in Gods and magic. Why? Because it wasn't explained by scientists. She doesn't even change her view when she is thrown down the time hole and back to the ancient Greece -time when people believed in everything, especially Gods of the Olympus. But her talk of "Gods don't exist" lands her into a festival of the Gods - a festival where people marked by one of the Gods of the Olympus fight for their life by performing something sociated with the god that they represent. And she is supposed to survive when she is marked by the God of the Underworld himself. He goes by the name of Hades. 2# in Festival 2018/05/20 123# in Gods 2018/05/26 2# in Ancient Greece 2018/05/31 Cover by PhoenixOfStorys

Delaney James was wearing Chanel the night her husband told her he didn't love her anymore. In an instant, her picture-perfect Manhattan life-complete with a brownstone on the Upper East Side, a blossoming career as a fashion journalist, and a devastatingly handsome, high-powered husband-shattered like glass under a stiletto heel. Heartbroken and blindsided, she does the only thing that makes sense: packs her bags and heads south to the small North Carolina town she swore she'd never return to. It's just temporary, she tells herself-a quiet place to lick her wounds and plan her next move. But South Grove hasn't forgotten her. The porch swings, the sleepy afternoons, the scent of honeysuckle on the breeze-it all comes rushing back. She reconnects with old friends, finds solace in morning coffee runs and barefoot walks along the beach where she once dreamed of escaping. And then there's Greyson McKinnie. The boy who broke her heart is now a man who carries his own scars. Their reunion is anything but smooth. Tense, electric, and full of history, their connection flares to life the moment they cross paths again. And this time, walking away might not be so easy. Now, torn between the career she built and the love she thought she'd lost, Delaney must choose: is the life she always wanted worth the price of the one her heart is just beginning to remember?