"But...you promised..." She sniffled trying her best not to bawl her heart out. "You promised me you wouldn't hurt anybody if I come with you..." She was biting her lips harshly, trying to keep her emotions at bay. His heart tightened and his face softened a little, but not enough to feel apologetic for his actions. Cupping her flushed cheeks with his calloused hands, he cooed, "Baby, I did not broke my promise. That fuc-," he cleared his throat, not wanting to curse infront of his baby and continued, "I mean, that man got what he deserved for attempting to take you away from me. He brought this to himself." "But he is my brother!" She cried out suddenly. He was trying so hard not to smile as she just looked so madly adorable, but he didn't want to anger his baby even more so he just decided on sighing, growing tired of this conversation as she was his either way, he caressed her soft cheeks with his thumb before bringing it forward and pressed his lips on her wet ones. She froze, her cheeks still damped with tears. He pulled away and spoke to her earnestly before she even had the chance to open her mouth, "Baby, you are mine and I will get rid of anybody and I mean, anybody who ever dared to take you away from me. You are mine and mine only. You should have known that by know." ••• He was known to be the most powerful mafia leader who killed people that did him wrong in the slightest bit and one who was rumored to be heartless---literally. Everyone who had ever crossed paths with him trembled with fear whenever his name was spoken. And those who had never met him prayed to never bumped into the ruthless man. Poor, little Aurora one day stumbled across his path. And that same, unfortunate day, he claimed her as his. ••• In which a ruthless mafia leader treated a young girl who thought the world as a place filled with sunshine and rainbows, like a princess, unknown to the rest of the world behind the cold facade that he always puts up.

Mason Roberts is a successful CEO of multiple business including "Red Velvet" a club catering to the BDSM and DDLG lifestyle. Elizabeth lords, is a 18 year old ballet dancer, forced to get a job to help pay for dance school. What will she do when her new job as a PA brings her in contact with a certain Mr Roberts? Short chapters!

"Lennox." He watched her longingly as she twirled around the room in her summer white dress, her white blonde hair bouncing with every steps she took, emerald eyes glittering beautifully. He kept his gaze on her as his eyes hooded with something dark and dangerous. Something that shouldn't be associated with his sweet Lana who have a heart as pure as an angel. One look at her face, one with that beautiful smile of hers, and that pale flushed cheeks of hers, he knew. He knew he was going to have to be selfish and keep her for himself even though she didn't belong in his world. Something so pure and delicate as her most definitely didn't belong in his f*cked up world. But god he needed her. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. His mind couldn't functioned properly without her. His heart beats at a rate that cannot be considered as normal whenever he laid his eyes on her. "Lennox?" He snapped out his thoughts when he heard the soft voice calling his name. "Yes princess?" He questioned her as softly as possible with his deep voice. The young girl blinked up at him curiously while grinning, "What are you thinking so hard of? I've been calling out your name for a few times now." He shook his head and chuckled, "Nothing you need to worry about princess." ••• He had always been the quiet and brooding one, even with people who are close to him, which aren't many. He was tainted in every way. He knew it was wrong to have such strong feelings for his friend's innocent little sister who was way younger than him and especially since she treated him like her own brother. ••• In which a reserved man became obsessed with his friend's little sister who had always thought that there's some good in everyone, even in the worse kind of people.

-Was previously named ' his little devil'- She's cunning. He's possessive. She may seem innocent-she's anything but that. He's exactly what he looks like, angry, intimidating, the list could go on. Almost 4 years ago they meet and became madly in love. Some may say it more like an obsession. The both and 4 others are the most deadliest group Of Assassins. They all are twisted-some more than others. Yet they all love each other dearly as if they were one big family-that is one big family filled with psychos. I honestly suck so much at descriptions but yeah read it if you want to or not. Oh and as I said in my first book English is NOT my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes.

Rough. Soft. Dirty. Innocent. Dark. Light. Pure.

It's been five years now and I'm old enough to enter the square, eligible for the wizard. Although no one believes it will be me. I am the Fowler's daughter. not even borne to him by blood. An unknown girl found on the streets. And I am not beautiful like the girls of Lasireen. I am not one of the pretty girls they sing of in the town by the sea. I do not have to hope it will be the girl to the right or the left of me. Because I know. not even a blind man will pick me when faced with the girls of Lasireen. ~~ A/N See full description inside because wattpad is evil and i always go at least 150 characters above what I'm allowed >.<

"Y-your nine years older than me," I squeaked. He moved his hand underneath my blouse and gently rubbed the skin on my waist, "Age doesn't matter, my sweet." "You look so innocent, so untainted; it makes me think of ways to taint you, to show everyone that you're mine." He darkly claimed. His words were said with such precision and determination. I liked it a lot. He made me feel something different, something good and desirable. "From this day forward, call me Daddy."

"What is troubling you, Annabelle? I can feel the tidal waves of emotions wrecking you and it's making me and my wolf restless." His green eyes were furrowed with concern and that was the first emotion other than lust or rage that I have seen on him. "Nothing", I quickly muttered and ducked my head from his perceptive gaze, hoping my hair would shield me further from his view. "If you don't wish to tell me freely, then I have other ways of extracting the information out of you, bambina", the husky tilt to his voice and the gleam in his eyes caused me to visibly blush and shudder. ------------------------------ Alpha Xander inspired fear in any unfortunate soul that crossed him. He was ruthless. A monster even among the beasts of his kind but could he be tamed by the charms of a weak werewolf such as Annabelle? Author's note: I really suck at summaries but I hope you check out my story. Thanks! ;]

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

Harlow Frost isn't what you would call a normal teenage girl. Sure she's angsty, and blunt to a fault. But that just comes with being the daughter of a former gang leader and sister of a current one. Seductive when she needs to be Harlow knows just how to make a man fall to his knees. Conveniently she also knows how to put a bullet in his head without getting blood on her shoes. But what happens when her gang, her own brother, betrays her for their own benefit, leaving her to their long time rivals?... A very bad girl gets a hell of a lot worse. ~~ "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "I said I wasn't surprised by your blatant teenage rebellion considering where you come from." I squinted up at the bastard. Vodka loving mother russia fucking bitch..."Yeah? Well at least I didn't name my gang after a line in Humpty-fucking-Dumpty." His eyes narrowed at me. Grinning dangerously I leaned a bit closer to Dimitri, "And all The Kings Men couldn't put the Russians balls back together again."