Revived and rewritten Captivating Camillo Description: After being caught with a substitute teacher, Rosaleen Martin's brother transfers her to a new academy, throws in a driver to follow her around, and depends the fate of her college years on one deal: one more strike and she's sent to their father in New York. Rose's plan to change her seductive ways become forgotten once her attention lands on Goldenlux Academy's principal: Nikolas Camillo, a man with pretty brown eyes, Portuguese blood, a dazzling smile, and oh, a wedding ring.

Hennesse, who only wanted to live in luxury through swindling and embezzling the unjust wealthy, became greatly troubled when three handsome men suddenly began to cling to her. Elhannes, who would offer her a great amount of golds in exchange for spending every night together. Khairos, who claimed to be the husband that she abandoned. And Devonne, who is desperate to start anew with her. Not knowing what to do with the three stubborn men, Hennesse had no choice but to flee. Refusing to give her up, each of them curried their own plans to conquer her to themselves. __________ #1 adult-content (5/30/22) #1 conman (5/30/22)

"A different woman every single day, and yet you're completely alone," she mused, swirling her drink as she looked him up and down. "No wife. No legacy. Just a revolving door. I can't imagine your mother and father look at what you've become and feel an ounce of pride. Am I right?" She met his eyes, offering a cruel, knowing smile. "Silence. That's what I thought." "Keep my mother and father out of your mouth," he slammed his fist down, his voice dropping to a dangerous, thundering growl. "Don't you dare."

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

Dahlia, who was mistakenly arrested, somehow found herself in the same prison cell with the most dangerous prisoner in the empire. Killian, who was the strongest knight of the fallen enemy kingdom, was kept as a prisoner after his homeland's defeat in the war. He was known as the crazy madman who ruthlessly slaughtered hundreds of men in the battlefield. He was all the things one would be terrified of when heard. The story used to scare children to sleep. A killer A lunatic A madman who laughed while slaughtering his enemies A man who only lusted for blood. Those were the names attached to him. Valuing her dear life, Dahlia decided to earn his interest by pretending to like him. After all, he was known to spare interesting things, especially women, according to the rumors she heard, that is. However, her act of pretending to like him was no use at all. The more she fawned over him, the more he threatened her. Eventually, the time came when she was finally free to go but couldn't bid him a proper farewell. And years later... "Why did you suddenly disappear that day?" Never did she expect she would encounter him again. "Do you know that I've almost gone mad searching for you?" He said with his deep calloused voice. And though her body was frozen in his arms, she gulped as he leaned into her ears. "You told me before that you'd marry me once we got out of that prison." A breath hitched in her throat. "Aren't you going to keep your words, my beloved?" He said. It seemed like he had no intention of letting her go.

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

At sixteen, Delilah made a choice she thought would save her daughter from repeating history. Terrified she'd become the drug-addicted ghost her own mother was, she walked away from her newborn without looking back. Matthew-the only person who'd ever loved her unconditionally-promised to raise their daughter alone. His wealthy family disowned him on the spot. Ten years later, Delilah has built a new life: new name, new city, successful business empire, lawyer husband who doesn't know she ever had a child. Then Adrian mentions his new case. A struggling single father. A sick ten-year-old daughter. Medical bills he can't pay. A custody battle designed to destroy him. Delilah recognizes the details when she sees the file. Matthew Hale. Faith Hale. Her daughter is dying. The man she abandoned is drowning. And her husband is the one trying to take Faith away. Some mistakes don't get second chances. Some debts can never be repaid. But Delilah will sacrifice everything-her marriage, her carefully constructed life, her right to remain invisible-to fight for the family she left behind Even if they never forgive her.

I open my eyes to see her right above, smiling. She's so adorable. My finger lightly traces her smile line. "Don't you think we could do something else other than watch this movie?" I questioned. I laid kisses on her ear and neck. "Mmm... But the movie," she moaned. "We can finish it later. Let me eat you out," I replied. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Hazel lived right next to Xavier. Her parents made sure to always interact with his family by planning dinner dates. During those times, there wasn't much interact between Xavier and Hazel. He was too busy trying to hide behind his comic books. Hazels parents had taken this as a sign of a crush. Hazel denied it instantly. Years and years go by and the two still remain together. High school was ending and the two had been separated. Well that was until now. Hazel comes back from New York to her childhood state, Michigan. When she comes back, she sees that not only has the architecture changed but the boy next door as well. He was no longer that shy nerdy boy. What will happen when the two relink? (The pictures within this book aren't mine. I edit details and change a few things.)

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

What happens when a one-night-stand turns your whole life upside down? I didn't mean to end up in his bed. Hell, I didn't even know his name. All I remember is the heat of his stare across the club, tattoos snaking down his arms, black hair falling into his face as if even gravity bowed to him. One second I was dancing, laughing, teasing my girls. The next, his lips were on mine. Hard. Demanding. Dangerous. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Gone. And me? Screaming his name like I'd known it all my life. But the real problem wasn't the way he kissed me, or the way he fucked me like he owned me. No. The real problem started the next morning. When I walked into the office... and found him sitting at the head of the table. My new boss. Damien Blackwheel. And God help me- he was smiling.