"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

Love in the shape of poems. Pain in the shape of words.

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

Cover by @Horanluver12 "It's been a while, babe. I left you a gift, hope you enjoy, Pheobe." -♪HS (New Author ':| heavy editing going down 😘 so if you're confused ab the writing quality dropping after the first couple chapters then getting better again... um like half of this was written while we were in middle school... If a chapter has a ** beside the number, it means I'm currently working on it. 💜)

*(previously known as 'the Gangleader's girl' and 'him&i') 'In the end, it's him and I He's out his head, I'm out my mind We got that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine In the end, it's him and I' _____________________________ 'No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true They say "all good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you It's automatic It's just what they do They say "all good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you' _____________________________ "Your mine" he yelled at me and pushed me against the wall. "I don't belong to you" I say and I can just see pure anger in his eyes. "I payed 2.5 million dollars for you" he yells back. "I don't give a fuck if you payed 100 million dollars for me, I'm not your property, I'm a human not a object, you cant just tell me can and can't do" I yell. "Watch me" he says and leaves the room. _____________________________ Angelica Alveraz Martinez is not your average 21 year old. She could take down a whole gang by herself. She fights better, shoots better, assassinates better, handles a knife better, and many more things better than any one else so this makes her the most feared girl in the world and the most skilled hacker and assassin. She is not the one to mess with. But most of all she beat the living shit out of the number 1 top and feraed Gangleader. She's not afraid of anything. She was hurt before so she is not the person to be in love with someone. She is not gonna share her feelings with anyone. --- Daniel Lopez is not your average year old . He is a heartlsss, cold, selfabsorved dick head. He does not even care for your feelings. His gang is the best of the best. His gang is made of only the best. He is the most feared person on earth. The main thing is, he got beat up by angelica, the girl who he thought was the same girl as she was before. --- Started: December 14, 2017 Ended:___ Ranks: #1 in ganglove: 7|12|2018 #5 in action-romance: 12|16|2018

SEQUEL to 'Waiting For Mr. Left' **This is Book Two of the Fighting Temptation Series.** Bruce and Alexis are taking a break...or are they...you'll have to read to find out. Bruce "Alexis...you know what...whatever...I'm done." I hang up the phone. Tossing it on my desk. "She wants out... F*** her!" I stand to my feet, straighten out my blazer, and reposition my tie just as my assistant Deidre walks in. Alexis I throw the covers off of my bed, and get out of bed. I walk to my walk in closet with a purpose. I slam the doors open. "He still has my heart. So what, he can keep it. I don't need it. That muthaf***** is going to regret the day he met me."