Amaya Rose. she is sweet and also very good at baking. she ignores her attraction for him because she doesn't know who he is, all she knows is that he works in the same building as her. what happens when she realizes he is her boss? Xavier Knight. He isn't nice to people unless he is close to them. But he has a soft spot for the girl who makes muffins for him? Sneak peek: I look at the time, 6:01, she is talking to him cause I'm a minute late? I need to start being exact again. "Hey muffin," I greet, cutting whatever he was saying off. "Hello sir," she smiles, God, her smile. Fuck. "I'll be there Blake, I promise," be where? Why is she promising him that? Why do I care? Why am I questioning everything when it comes to this girl? *This book contains sexually explicit scenes*

"I hate you for everything you are and what you have done to me." "I know" The devil answered before crashing his lips down to hers. ---------------- Celine's favorite subject in school is history without a doubt. She's always dreamed about being able to live through history itself, to experience what she could only read in books or in the movies she's watched. But what if there was a way for her to be able to travel through time and live an immortal life? To a point in life, she would give up everything for it, even if she has to sell her soul to one of the most fearful demons... ---------------- The story starts off slow and might be cringe at first but as soon as the demon shows up, the story is getting interesting and darker!

A reverse button has been pressed - at what place are we now paused at in Francesca and Ethan's journey? Four months have passed, what happened since that evening in January? Did she get the help she so desperately needed? Did he keep up his end of the bargain? Only time will tell. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Strong Language and Sexual themes - Smut, Drugs and Alcohol. - - - ~ ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ~ "You're such a desperate whore, aren't you, huh?" He asks, and I nod, screwing my eyes closed, his words making the knot in my belly tighten further. "Then you're going to wait." "What-" I'm opening my eyes, seeing his hand reach for his belt. In a blink of an eye, he's ripping it out of the hoops, and he's grabbing my wrists, restraining them. "This okay?" He checks, his guard lowering, and I nod, biting on my lower lip. "Use your words, baby." "Yeah, it's okay." I say breathlessly.

For so long, Guinevere West had been Blake Ivy's 'Iris.' His play thing. Nothing but a woman he could torment and manipulate when he felt like it. Then came her. Ophelia. His Rose. And suddenly, Gwen was more than just his pet. But Ophelia escaped. And Gwen was left behind. Now, Ophelia is left with the broken remnants of her sanity and Gwen is stuck in the same hell she had always been in. Except this time, the world is watching. And her freedom hangs in the balance. ~ ~ ~ "You want this," he said. "You want me to want you. Don't you, Iris?" I sucked in a breath and shook my head. He smirked. "Liar," he whispered. ☆ Black Rose book 2

He wanted a Queen, she had no need for a King. He wanted his mate, she wanted adventure. He wanted her close, and she wanted to stay away. But as we all know: Opposites attract.

If someone told me it would end like this , I would have laughed in their face and walked away. But now , now I know better . He made me like this, he brought me to reality . Yes ,he's no saint and he isn't an innocent....yet he's a drug I can't stay away from. I'm an addict that would die without their drug. Even if I tried to get away I'm his possession. I'm a possession of a mobster. Violet hasn't had the best of lives ,with her parents death and all.She has always been kind to those around her and kept to herself . But it all changes once the sole person that matters most to her is in danger by no less than the sole Mobster Eduardo Millas.

On hiatus • unrevised • not yet recommended for reading (very boring no fluff/revisions added yet) --- "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I smirked. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Tell me again." He pulled me closer, planting a hot kiss on my lips. "I love you here." And then one on my neck. "Here" And on my collarbone. "Here, most certainly." "I've definitely told you I love you here," he murmured, his fingertip trailing further down my skin. "Are you sure? I can't quite remember." A deep chuckle escaped his lips. "I suppose I'll have to give you a reminder." --- For Rosaria Castellanos, there isn't enough time in the world and there never will be. Two years after nearly being imprisoned and fleeing to Italy, she's finally free to return to her home, to her lover, and to her family. Yet a lot can change in two years. A lot can happen in a few months. Therefore, New York will have to wait. Where rivers once ran peacefully, currents now stir restlessly, hungrily seeking justice. White clouds have become grey, rumbling with taunts of fury waiting to be unleashed. Time isn't of the essence, and now, she faces the ultimate game of cat and mouse. --- Side note: Warning: mature sexual scenes, swearing, violence ✨Milestones ✨ ~ Dates ~ WP Start Date: June 14th 2021

*MATURE**Erotica**18+* [COMPLETED] "Let it ring or answer. Either way. I'm not stopping." His dark husky voice sent goosebumps down my arms. His hands tightened around my hips, digging into the bone as he backed me into the side of a truck. The cold metal made my bare back arch, sending my hips directly into his. #1 EroticaRomance #1 xxx #1 Read #8 Sexy #1 Hook-ups #1 girlxboy #8 boyxgirl #1 kink #1 hook-ups #2 tattoo #3 tattoos #8 matureaudience #3 motorcycle

BORGATA - BOOK 2 ***NOTE: This is Book 2 of the Vendetta series. I recommend that you read Omertà before this book so that you have a gist of what's going on. However, this is a prequel, meaning this story happened before Omertà, and CAN be read on its own! :) ** Samantha finds herself imprisoned in a world of illegal trade and criminal activity, where she must face the consequences of her actions and repay her father's debt. She also will try to resist a mob boss, who understands her on a much deeper level than her heart can allow.

"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading. It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next. "Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all. The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him. ---------- In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century. Why? Simple. Every lycan needs a mate. (This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)