𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐱𝐛

She knew him before the chains. Before the fame. Before the diamonds in his mouth. Some loves don't die. All this time Trying to find A little time To ease your mind

Two fierce souls collide - Jada, a smart-ass, no-nonsense woman grinding hard to get out of her tough neighborhood, and Trey, a ruthless street king who doesn't tolerate weakness or disrespect. When their worlds violently clash, the hate burns hot. But as they keep running into each other - sparring with insults and cold stares - the line between enemy and lover starts blurring. They hate what they see, but they can't stay away.

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

Love of her life is too deep in the trenches...

The Wildest Mikaelson... The Happy Homicidal Maniac... The Willy Fox... The Worst of the Worst... All names used to describe the youngest Mikaelson brother. Throughout his long life, Kol fancied himself the black sheep of the family, believing that his siblings considered him more of a nuisance than a brother. When Kol woke up after being daggered a century, he couldn't wait to leave Mystic Falls and his siblings behind. What Kol hadn't expected was to find an annoying young woman living in his older brother's house; even less did he expect said woman to possess a magic so fascinating that he simply couldn't leave until he'd found out what hid behind those innocent blue eyes.

She had a broken family. Yet she was happy. She didn't have a whole, but she was grateful for the half she had. All Talia has ever known is her life with her mother. The four-year-old only understood that she didn't have a father, unlike her other friends. Then suddenly a tragic accident changes her life and she finds herself being shipped to New York to her older brothers and father. There was a reason they didn't know about her. A reason her mother died protecting. Will it all be for nought? Note: None of the images belong to me.

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

"He is a scary man, Ivy! You should keep your distance from him." "His sons are equally as cruel as him.." "This whole family is actually heartless." Growing up, Ivy's ears are filled with warnings to stay away from this particular Santiago family. The leader of the family, Mr. Lucifer Santiago is a rumoured cruel mafia leader who doesn't think once before staining his hands with someone's blood. Then comes his three sons- Valentino, Denver and Alessio. Arrogant, cruel and manipulative. 16 year old, an normal looking orphan Ivy is told to keep her distance from these dangerous people and she tries to follow everyone's advice but none of her plans seems to be working as the family suddenly starts to show a different interest in her. Now it has become extremely hard to keep distance from them. Especially when Mr. Lucifer Santiago himself call her 'his little star'.

He sits her on his lap, rests his hand on her full hip, and looks down at her, "Why are you mad at me?" When she starts talking, he isn't listening to a thing she's saying. He doesn't mean to be rude but, he's just looking at her, admiring her. Admiring her big brown eyes that were filled with irritation. Admiring her dark brown curls in a messy bun, that shook when she moved her head as she spoke, emphasizing her frustration. Admiring her little hands that are currently balled up into fists. "God, you're so fucking pretty."