He bakes. She hates cakes. WARNING This story does not contain: - Mil/Billionaires - Fast cars - Hidden Prince - Sexy muscled whatever Characters are 30+ years old. Please find the extended summary inside.

18+ only A short story of a steamy romance that is filled with lots of drama and love. Synopsis inside .................. Mature explicit content: sex / abuse / alcohol / language / suicidal thoughts ............... 🔥 Highest Rankings: #1 in brothersbestfriend #1 in fluid #4 in openrelationship #6 oldfriends #8 in sexscenes #2 in eroticromance #10 in adultromance #11 in adultfiction #7 in chemistry #30 in independent #48 in sexcontent #48 in eroticstories

a little girl who didn't know the difference between good and bad is swept into the world of chaos. Sofia Lawson, the little girl who lived with her prostitute mother, a mother who didn't love her. Diego Lawson, a multi-billionaire CEO, tyrant, and cunning to outwit his foes, finds himself being a father to the unknown child. find out how the turn of events change both of their lives. COVER DESIGN BY ME

"It was love at first sight. Until reality struck like lightning and burnt up everything, leaving me with nothing but scars." The story of Death, the change of fate, and the fall from grace.

❝ The boredom that comes with quarantine, leads a guy to ring up a stranger in the middle of the night, hoping to find someone to talk to. Someone to laugh with. Someone to annoy. Someone that'll make it hurt less. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "What happened yesterday?" "𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂." "I'm certain, I heard something fall-" "𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁..." "No way, it sounded louder than a shirt-" "𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘀." ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ HIGHEST RANKINGS- #1, IN QUARANTINE #2, IN MESSAGES #2, IN PHONECALL Copyright © cherry, 2020

*** When Delilah Lancaster wakes up in a disheveled motel room covered in nothing more than crimson blood and her undergarments, you might be thinking that hell's run loose, but when you find out that she wasn't ALONE when she awoke from her slumber, we'll just say that more than hell did run loose when that person that strangled their hands around her waist and sunk their head in the crock of Delilah's neck just had to be Chicago's most feared man, Isaac Fisher a sociopath. Highest Ranking: #151 Mystery/Thriller 03-26-21 #36 Thriller 04-31-20 ©Copyright2021_AllRightsReserved

"Stay away from me." I yelled. How could he do this? Why the bloody hell did he have to do it now? Now when I finally felt that everything would be okay and why in god's name did I kiss him again? Even though I felt confused, one thing was clear that this had ruined both of us. "Why?" He asked, a pained and distraught expression adorning his face. He still tried holding me, but I shoved him away. "I can't let it happen again." Tears started to form in my eyes making my anger turn into dust. My mind was asking questions I couldn't answer, 'Why? Why couldn't I stay away from him? Why did I kiss him?' "I'll never let you fall." He placed his palm on my cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb trying to make me realize that he would never hurt me, never go away. All I wanted to say, was that I did, I did fall a long time ago. ___________________________________________ Emarald O'Connel is everything a guy can ask for. Sweet. Innocent. Most all sarcastic. Beautiful, inside and out. Just perfect. But no one can be that perfect, now, can they? Brett Hartwell is your typical bad boy. Eyes anyone could die for. Trouble. Sexy and handsome. For any 'bad boy' leather jacket and behaving like jerk is just necessary. "There is always a story behind a bad boy." Is what she thinks and is just adamant on climbing his walls. "It's the eyes that made me lose." Is the reason he just can't let her lose. His hazel. Her jerk. His light in darkness. Her savior. His peaceful haven. Her happiness. His impression on her is not anyone would say the best but, fate decides all. Can these two people who were trying to get away from their demons 'alone', find each other? Can they move on in their lives accepting everything that has happened? And most importantly... can they fall in love? 'Why does this falling feel like flying?' Join their story of overcoming darkness, demons, pasts and find happiness and peace in these moments of joy, madness and of course, love.

Dante Brown has met many challenges in his life, all of them crumbled beneath the ground he walked. He is arrogant, cunning and brooding. He's on top of the world, a CEO for one of the largest companies in New York City. Nothing was tearing him down. Until her. Amelia Rhodes had been dealt the worst in life. Facing many hardships and a rough past. With no family as a safety net and only the strength of believing in herself, she makes it. She's finally found a decent job and a half decent apartment in the big Apple. When one night forces these two complete opposites together, bound by a contract, both face an even bigger challenge. Hating someone as much as you are falling in love with them. Highest rankings: #1 in Fiction #1 in Arrogant #3 in Enemiestolovers #5 in NewAdult #8 in Chicklit

"Haven: a place of safety or refuge." - Google "Haven: an explosion of all feelings good in this world - in the form of a girl I came to love" - James

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.