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Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓
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He set fire to the world around him, but he never let the flame touch her. Maybe we are all villains, it just depends on who's telling the story. Well perhaps, I was the one telling the story, not a sad story, not a story with a happy ending. A basic story. A story that deserves to be told. Because he was my light, a light I didn't know would blow out so quickly. A light. My light. Life is such a beautiful lie yet so toxic. So, addicting that you believe it's valuable only to eventually realise it's all for nothing. I was everything to him, the light to his dark, the sun to his moon, I was a part of him and he lost me and I can no longer find myself. Our story mightn't be the most romantic or the most desirable, but it's a story I could tell a million times without getting tired. ....... When Arabella Taylor has no choice but to leave the country with Ace Hernandez, a notorious, arrogant and billionaire gang leader after finding about her pregnancy, he forces her to move her entire life to Italy to keep her safe from other gangs. Little did they know, they gang they should worry about the most is their own. How can Ace Hernandez protect Arabella from harm? And what if long hidden secrets reveal itself?
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Lucifers Lost Angel
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“What does Artemis mean?” He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” “Was he a fallen angel?” “She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.” Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.” She shook her head. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name.” 18+
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Dirty Little Mates
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“There’s plenty to share around.” Ezekiel whispers into my ears, I bite onto my bottom lips, if i bite onto it any harder it would make it bleed. His hands glide down my chest “I do not share what’s mine, but to hear you moan…maybe a little.” Elias stood in front of me, lifting my chin. My wolf is going crazy, not knowing how to handle a situations. … Red. Having a struggling past that she tries to put behind her, she moves out from her uncles and into a school. A school where she found two of her mates. Thats right. Two. She has to try to handle them both, but with their kinks of pleasure and power, would she be able to?
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Kingston's Little Promise
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Charlie Moretti has been promised to the Kingston’s son all her life, she has been taught that her only job is to produce the Kingston family an heir. After being caught with the love of her life, Charlie’s father murdered him to keep her remained untouched. Her heart being broken, and now married to a Ruthless, Ignorant, rude and emotionless man. Would she be able to handle the things thrown her way? Only to reveal more secrets
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Predicted Love
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"So then what does this tattoo mean?" My hands grazed up to his chest, grazing the word Omertà over all the other tattoos over his body. He lets out a long sigh and turns to me, his hands ruffle up his hair. "It means a code of silence practiced by the Mafia; a refusal to give evidence to the police about criminal activities." My heart overlapped each other on how he said it so freely, why would he have this certain tattoo stamped onto his shoulder like that? "Are you in a Mafia? I asked and he moves light closer, his thumb rubbing against my lips before touching my nose with his own he whispers so seductively very rasping. "I am the Mafia." .. Ava Garcia, the blood of her mother in her hands, the abuse of her father on her body, the manipulation of her boyfriend in her head. She thought she was taken over by, she thought she would never find love again. She thought none of it exist until the first feeling struck within a second. After her cheating ex boyfriend finds his mate and leaves she decided to take things into her own matters. She made a plan to find him when instead he has been in front of her the entire time. He turns out to be the most ruthless, well known, handsome man on earth. He was Damion Luciano. The Biggest Mafia. Half the city. Was owned by him. But he didn't want her.
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Woodchoppers Secret
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He held a heavy bag as he drops it onto the kitchen counter, an Axe. My eyes widen as he looks up, scanning the area. He holds onto the Axe, slowly walking out of the kitchen counter, I rest my body against the pillar before a loud bang against my head alerts me as a small scream leaves my mouth. Immediately I feel my neck being grabbed as I was pushed against the pillar, my hands grab onto his wrist as he tightens his grip. "Who are you?" When he speaks, his deep voice is magnetic to the core of who I am, as if he's able to resonate with all of me when others can barely achieve a fraction of it. I could not breathe; I tap gently onto his hand and he slowly loosens his grip before the axe was pushed against my neck instead. "Anastasia, my name is Anastasia! Do not kill me." I whispered out with fear tangled along with my words. His emerald green eyes scan my face, clearly to see if I was lying or telling the truth. "What are you doing in my home?" It was the kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel. "I do not know how I got here! I promise, I woke up in a bedroom, I am just as confused as you." ********* When Anastasia decided to runaway for a few hours from the pressure of being a future Queen of England and the suitors asking for her hand in marriage, she runs into the forest wanting a bit of freedom. But what happens when that freedom finds her waking up in a cabin. Only to met with a woodchopper who hates the royal family, who was just as confused as she was
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Damon | Blacks | Secret
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He set fire to the world around him, but he never let the flame touch her. Maybe we are all villains, it just depends on who's telling the story. Well perhaps, I was the one telling the story, not a sad story, not a story with a happy ending. A basic story. A story that deserves to be told. Because he was my light, a light I didn't know would blow out so quickly. A light. My light. Life is such a beautiful lie yet so toxic. So, addicting that you believe it's valuable only to eventually realise it's all for nothing. I was everything to him, the light to his dark, the sun to his moon, I was a part of him and he lost me and I can no longer find myself. Our story mightn't be the most romantic or the most desirable, but it's a story I could tell a million times without getting tired. So, get ready for a ride, put your seat belts on, grab your tissues and make sure not to be distracted. Because I'm going to tell you the story of him. Damon Black.
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The Death Of De'Luca
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Matteo De'Luca is a powerful man. He doesn't play nice, not if you're his enemy. But I've learned one thing about him. He takes care of what's his. And I am his. His enemies have become my enemies, but he'll never let anyone hurt me. He's fiercely protective. It's the predator inside that scares me. . . S N E A K | P E A K "Do you remember when I told you that I despised liars?" He whispers into my neck pushing one of my curls behind my ears. "I do remember," "So then why are you lying to me Amara?" I turned my head to face his, his lips were inches away from my own. All I wanted to do was jump onto him and release my sexual frustrations. He knows what he was doing to me, he knows exactly what he was doing. From the neck tattoos to his hands. The arms that caged me in. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull myself up from the leather chair as I feel his hands press against my back. I push him against the desk locking him in my embrace. "Matteo, let me tell you something." I whispered back to him as I rested my body against his, allowing him to feel every curve I had without using his hands. I held them against the table. His eyes were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe. "You wouldn't know when I lie because you don't know me, you know nothing about me. It's time to get that into your head." My hands graze the table trying to find something to attack with, but that stops for a second when I feel his hands being pressed against my neck. "Seducing me with your body wouldn't help you find a weapon in this office princess." He grabbed both of my hands and flipped us around as he held me against his desk pushing both hands onto the edge of it as his hands covered it. "One day I'm going to kill you and I'm going to enjoy every second of it." He presses himself against me as he slowly brings my head against his shoulder, his hands sliding up my neck as if marking the spot. "Be my guest, but the main words in that sentence was one day."
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Overdosed
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When Maria Creed decides to go back to school to continue her course in Maths after gathering enough money from her recent job of being a stripper, she notices that the man she once stripped for is her teacher. Would they be able to keep it on the low? Or would the whole school eventually find out?
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Summertime Secrets
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He caught my eye, as I did to him. The softness of his touch colliding against my dark unusual coloured skin, it never changed the way he looks at me, the way he treats me, how his lips press onto my own.
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