Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig me out of the ashes." I was ready to start a new life. After graduating at the top of my class, I finally had everything. My apartment. My gallery. A perfect boyfriend. Basically, I was living my dream life and I was loving every second of it. But then in came him. And then chaos occurred. All great love stories were supposed to have a happy ending. Mine did too, until he came along. This is the tale of how he found me, how he stole me, and how he lost me. I was a damsel, one who already had her white knight. But every fairy tale had a villain, someone waiting in the wings to rip it all down. A scoundrel who would set the world on fire if that meant he got what he wants. It was me. He wanted me. You know, they say it was bad when you fall for the wrong guy, but the thing was, it was worse when the wrong guy falls for you. WARNING: Contains sensitive topics like cheating. Also contains mature/sexual content and situations that some people might find offensive so it is intended for mature audience only. [18+ content]

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡: 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. Meet Delilah, a girl whose past was destroyed because of a certain green-eyed boy. Meet Maxwell, the green-eyed boy who destroyed her, and vowed to do it all again. What will happen when they are bound in an alliance called marriage? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥. What happens when they realize that the person who was responsible for their nightmares is the answer to their hiraeth. ||Highest Rank: 1 in mafiagirl[16/9/2021]|| [𝘖𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨] ♡ [𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴]♡ [𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥]♡

If asked, baby Emily Robinson would have gleefully said that, her life revolved around two cornerstones: volleyball, Riley. Volleyball was the passion that gave her life. Riley was the "special friend" that fueled said passion and offered an otherwise insecure, shy little girl the means to grow up strong, confident, badass. Professional volleyball was a dream close to becoming true. Riley was reality. The most reassuring one. If asked, Emily would have said, she could not live without those two. That's why when, in a matter of months, she loses both, Emily's life starts spiraling down. The self consciousness about her looks goes from easily containable to fullout war waging deep inside her, menacing to bring her down any minute. So when, four years later, Riley comes back, he finds that his cutely shy Honeybee has turned into a beautiful quasi woman that is inexplicably paralyzed by fears. How can he help her regain the strength she had? And what happens when he starts realizing that indeed, his Honeybee is no longer a child, she's become a dangerously attractive girl. How can he help her fight her demons, without letting his mind and heart stray? He can't fall for the same child he used to babysit ... or can he? Highest rank #14 in General Fiction (04/08/2017)

BOOK 2: The Badboy Prince series After finding out about her heritage, Annalise is on the brink of loosing the Prince to the Tarzlian Princess. Henry and Annalise have concocted a plan to save her homeland and their people, along with ending the Rage of Demotis. The only problem is that the Prince is under the Tarzlian Princess' spell, and nobody can figure out why. Will they ever make it to Descuvi? What is wrong with Damien? And will they stop the Rage of Demotis forever?

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

"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

Last times are never easy, especially when you have to say goodbye to the person you love. At some point everything inevitably comes to an end, everything but Davina's misfortunes, or at least that's what she thinks after the tragedy that has unfairly fallen upon her young shoulders. Having no other choice but to eventually move on, she decides to find her real self and leave everything that's holding her back in the past, even if this means that she'll have to leave him in there, too. THIS IS THE THIRD AND FIRST TO LAST VOLUME OF 17 MISSED CALLS.

"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing down on mine. In one swift motion his arms are around my waist pulling my body flush against his, closing all distance between us. I don't even hesitate to kiss him back, all thoughts from a second ago withering away as I melt into his embrace. The kiss is electric, his lips bringing me to life ; igniting me in the best way possible. I snake my arms up to the nape of his neck grabbing his hair, kissing him hard with so much emotion. In response, he kisses me even harder moaning into my mouth before gliding his tongue hungrily against mine. It takes a while to register that I'm standing in my doorway kissing Greyson freaking Reynolds, the guy I hated from before I can remember. He pulls back breathlessly, and I open my eyes as he finally replies to the question I forgot I asked. "You."

"What's your name?" he asked sitting down beside me. "Natalia," I said shoving my phone into my back pocket. All of a sudden he started lighting a cigarette, which made me leap out of my seat and to stand in front of him. I hate the smell of smoke. "I won't burn you sheesh." He said rolling his eyes as he took in a puff of that toxic, deadly, nasty smoke. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crushes, friends, homework, and bad boys. The basic highschoolers life. Natalia Tucker's life is nothing near basic. Read more to find out.