THIS BOOK IS ALMOST FOUR YEARS OLD!! He is heartless. She has a heart of gold. He's feared by everyone. She hides from everyone and hates being the center of attention. He values no one but himself. She values food over everyone. They are polar opposites, but as the saying goes "Opposites attract". This book WILL NOT contain smut #1 in Anxiety 8/21/2020 #2 in Mafia 10/6/2020 #1 in Murderer 10/11/2020 #1 in forever and always 10/11/2020 #2 in love 10/18/2020 #1 in devil 11/30/2020 #1 in Depression 1/26/2020 #1 in Hurt 6/22/2021

#1 in TEEN 9/10/2018 #1 in LOVE 15/06/2020 #15 in ROMANCE 4/06/2021 #14 in ACTION 6/10/2018 "That's Frank by the way, he's going to look after you when I'm gone." I look across my dad's shoulder, watching Frank nod slowly and barely noticeable, firmly holding eye contact. I'm not sure if he's challenging me, but just in case, I'm not looking away first. I have a hard time believing he's going to look after me while my dad's gone. Up to now, he lets me feel nothing but hostility.

I crossed my arms defiantly,"Listen here buddy, you either give back what's mine or we do this the hard way," I glared, my gaze not straying from his. That pack of cookies is mine and I'd be damned if I let it go without a fight. Without breaking eye contact, he let go of my pack of cookies letting it fall unto the ground before he gave it a harsh stomp. An amused expression crossed his face as he turned to look at me,"What are you gonna do about it tesoro?" He taunted. "I'd gladly show you," I sneered, before doing something that every typical female would do. Kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Highest Ranking: #1 in TeenFiction (9/26/2020) #1 in Jokes (11/16/2020) #1 in Skittles (2/13/2021) #1 in Cookies (3/4/21) This is the Rewritten Version of The Bad Boy and My Cookie. Copyright 2020 ©ElaBearXx. All Rights Reserved.

18 year old Florence Remy has three things that mean the world to her: Twizzlers, her best friends Ade and Clancy, and her parents' coffee shop the Espresso House in downtown Brooklyn, New York. As a small business amongst huge corporations, Florence and her parents struggle to make ends meet. However, they remain optimistic and happy. The coffee shop may not bring in much, but it's enough to keep them on their feet. But what happens when a group of dangerous Brooklyn mobsters force Florence's parents into giving them co-ownership of the shop? Crime boss and leader Wolfe Sterling takes a great interest in the tunnels that lead past the Espresso House cellar. Dirty business is what he's best at and dragging people into his dangerous (and illegal) activities are no bother. But things go sideways when he also takes a strange interest in Florence. And it really doesn't help that he's hotter than freshly brewed coffee...

When 17 year old November Jones accidentally burns off her left eyebrow in a freak accident, she brushes it off. Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix, right? But when she finds herself shoved into the backseat of her own car as a couple of very big, very bad, and very dangerous-looking men drive off with it, things can't be so easily fixed...especially since it's not just her missing eyebrow that needs to be covered, it's also the fact that one of the most wanted criminal organizations in the country accidentally kidnapped a teenage girl while trying to escape a drug deal gone wrong. Could things get any worse? Well, with a girl like November in the mix, the answer is yes.

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019