Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN THIS STORY IS A SMUT PARANORMAL THRILLER!!! if you are not into that or are 18 and younger do not read this story! His tongue slid up my sensitive thigh slithering like the serpent he surely was I whimpered helplessly hating and loving the control he harbored over my body; His ability to spread euphoria through me with a simple touch. A harsh breath escaped me when he reached my glistening pussy; hovering over it possessively. The heat of his breath felt equal to the inferno raging within my burning flesh "When I am done with you, you will remember who you belong to" he growled from his spot between my legs "That I own you and only I alone can bring you the ultimate pleasure" He pressed his face against me and went to work, licking slurping and sucking like it was the last supper. All I could do was hold on squealing with ecstasy while equally filled with disgust I despised him,yet I lived for the sinful things he did to my body. Every night Shanice is visited by a strange man she never sees his face and he is never there in the morning but each night when the moon is high, like clockwork he's there ravishing her. Forcing submission and pulling exquisite pleasure from her virgin body. When things take a sinister turn and Shanice has no where to turn for help she starts to wonder if she really is as crazy as everyone is making her out to be

Two Awesome Stories Included *In My Best Announcer voice* BEWARE SERIAL KILLERS ARE MADE SEXY AND ENTICING IN THESE FICTIONAL TALES! PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY!!! COME HITHER IF YOU DARE!!! 6 '3 with the body of a god and eyes that resemble gleaming diamonds, he was irresistible. But everything that glitters isn't gold and to love a man like him comes with a price...

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

"Everyone tells tales of boys who broke their hearts, but what if this one was sent to kill you?" Sydney Flores - around nineteen, lover of splattered paints, allergic to socialising and torn apart over summer. And Ryan Stone? Taught to pick locks since he was six, the definition of a bad attitude, covered in tattoos and lives up to the trouble maker aura. One cheating ex. One stupid mission to kill. One betrayed girl. One hectic boy. What could go wrong? Sydney Flores just wanted a night off, to escape a cheating ex and a bitchy queen bee. What happens when she's put on a gunpoint by a mysterious blue-eyed boy? That's right, Its the beginning of stolen phones, wild rounds of truth or dare, breaking into abandoned buildings, midnight ice cream hunts, glittery revenge plans and of course hash brownies. Most importantly? Its the beginning of one hell of a scandalous love. Here *gives you mango* to accompany you on your journey with them becaouse there's a dangerous ride ahead. NOTE THAT THIS IS A DISCONTINUED/INCOMPLETE STORY (WILL NOT BE UPDATED) all rights reserved. DISCLAIMERS: warning, mature language, mild sexual references and minor violent ahead.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes

https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ “It really is a beautiful piece” he murmured before disarming the safety. “Ah, I’d prefer if you didn’t-” “Hmm?” He tilted the gun back into an upright position now aiming it steadily towards her. “I’m sure he got you something without serial numbers I assume? Untraceable?” Her breath hitched and she immediately froze on the spot. What the fũck is happening right now? Her hands instinctively raised up near her head as if surrendering. “How do you know his name?” She asked attempting to mask the fear in her voice but failing miserably. “I never told you his name,” she continued firing away the questions rapidly. “If this is some sort of joke” she stated, “then it’s time to come clean now. You’re scaring me.” “Joke?” He walked towards her with his finger firmly on the trigger. “I thought I was going to have to get my gun out tonight, but looks like you had one just readily waiting for me” he motioned his head towards the dining room chairs pointing them out to her, “drag a chair over and take a seat bella.” _______________✏ Salvatore Abandonato, a Naples born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout New York City. When he meets Adriana Di Dio, a gorgeous young Sicilian, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now, but also the young life of Adriana. The pair commence a roller-coaster ride filled with danger and and immense emotions. A roller-coaster ride they can't seem to get of... _______________✏

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT AND THERE ARE GRAMMAR MISTAKES I pushed at his chest, but it was useless. He stayed, his arms caging me in. "Anastasia," he hummed against my ear, my name rolling off his tongue. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you." I couldn't deny it anymore, I was his. ~>~ A romance novel Started: 11/28/2017 Finished : 03/04/2018 Highest Ranking: #96 12.27.2017

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)