Licorice Cookie X Reader

"You will stay far away from me. Is that clear?" He seethed. "Crystal. At least, I can fuck other men without worrying about how you'd feel." His fists banged on either sides of my face, causing me to gasp, wide-eyed. "Do that and live with the guilt of their blood in your pretty hands." ~~~~~~~~~~ No one dares to bully the Mob Boss. Well, no one except Liliya Orlov. Mob Boss, Dice Rexroth is back to take revenge and he plans to hit her where it would hurt the most. Being as ruthless and cold as he is, he intends to watch her crumble with sadness before his eyes and beg, just like she had done to him in the past. Liya's greatest fear is a loveless marriage, as her parents' evergreen relationship had caused her to be full of expectations for her love life. Little does she know, that the parents she looked up to, would sell her off to a man who was hellbent on being her nightmare—all because of a stupid bet. What happens when a one night stand starts the duel? How well does Dice's revenge play out? Too well for his own good, or too bad for her own good?

He's sugar. She's spice. Together, they will never work. She has done the impossible. Working for the country's most difficult boss for seven years. Rosaline Carter's work life is fueled by her love for spicy food, a fat paycheck, and dreams of sending her brother to Harvard. She's sworn off love completely. Until that fateful monday morning. "I need a fiancée, Miss Carter. And I need one who at least knows my favourite brand of coffee." A contract marriage to her boss, the impossible and difficult Alaric Sylvester? Rosaline never even saw him as a man to begin with. But for five billion dollars? She would propose to Mr Ice king and plan the wedding alone. Alaric Sylvester hates his assistant. With her sensible shoes, horn rimmed glasses, and perfectly polite way of speaking, she never fails to get on his nerves. She's the last person he wants for a wife, or even a romantic figure. Yet she's the best option. No one knows his schedule by heart, or his love for sweets. It's just three years. And he'll never see her again. With his inheritance on the line, the board of directors hounding him for being too antisocial, and rumours starting to stir...he will do anything to save his reputation. Including marrying his cold hearted assistant. And with her hatred for sweets, he's sure he'll never like her. It's only a marriage agreement. The terms were simple. But simple doesn't always equal easy. And the human heart is a traitorous beast.

Amigos' Love Story (Series)- Standalone book His Cupcake (Book One) Carlos Gonzales + Cassandra Johanson Cassandra Johanson, a girl who likes to write romance stories. She was on cloud nine when her new published novel became 'top picked' books but not too long until she found out something real about the book. The reality freak her out at the moment she found out the main character that she created from her own imagination was real and the guy was standing in front of her, proudly introducing himself. Carlos Gonzales, a successful businessman in the hotel industry, known as a serious, less of sense of humor & grumpy man. Unexpectedly found out that someone made him as the main character in the novel. He bought the book due to his curiosity but immediately got hooked up with it. The girl behind the book caught his attention. He came out with a plan to know more about her, but it wasn't easy as opposite personalities often need time to get along. *** "Damn, we should make it to one week. We shouldn't talk right now." I knew she purposely did that to piss me off. I smooch her lips without any warning. "This plump lip of yours," I said in between my gritted teeth after the kiss, "talked too much," and I continued while my eyes can't tear off from her lips that were slightly parted. "That's our first kiss," she whispered. "Yes, that was our first kiss. Should we make the second one?" I whispered back. *The picture doesn't belong to me. Credit to the original owner.

Life before Sugar knew it took a turn. But whatever Sugar wants, Sugar gets. She is comfortable with her sexuality. And wears the pants to her life. When she is called in to take down a man who got Her cousins club shut down and raided. She takes it, not realizing her Untrusting heart was going to be pulled in different directions. Suffering from self identity, can she go through with it or find herself in a different bed each night. Can the fight between Jace and Aiden trying to earn her heart be enough to lower her Ego??

Warning! 21+ areas. *** Married with a loved one, maybe everyone’s dream. But, what’s the point of it all if the person you love actually loves another woman, even though they have become husband and wife. Until divorce was inevitable. Lucrecia Lanzo, a young widow, 31 years old and has a son with her ex-husband. For the 6 years since her divorce, she had been trying to hide her son’s identity from her ex-husband. But fate united them together by accident. Lucrecia panicked and tried to think of ways to keep her son by her side. During the confusion and confusion, suddenly someone came. Until someone came into her life, but it was never in her plans, and she suddenly felt comfortable. What’s that? Could it be a prayer answered by God? Or is it love? Meeting in the middle of the night became the beginning of everything. Until finally they ended up in a complicated relationship that was bound by a contract. Black over white. An agreement to become lovers between Lucrecia, who is full of experience in all aspects, including bed matters, with a 27-year-old young man, who was very innocent and even unmarried man. What’s about their story? Did they successfully complete the contract or did they violate the contents of the contract. “I want to be by your side, but not as an alternate for the person in your past,”-,

My roommate, Andrew Hayes, has become obsessed with this viral tiramisu place off campus. Every night without fail, he brings a box of it back. He tries to sell us on it more than once. Supposedly the texture is silky and rich, and it melts in the mouth. I just can't be bothered to care. Everything changes on the day before the grad school recommendation list is posted. My pen is moving across the page of a paper when something at the edge of my vision suddenly catches my eye. A few lines of text have appeared. [Tonight, your roommate, Andrew, will ask you to help him buy tiramisu from that viral dessert shop. After he eats it, he'll rush out of the dorm. The next day, the police will take you away on charges of aggravated assault. [Online exposés will say you attacked your roommate out of jealousy, and the Internet will explode with outrage. Relentless cyberbullying will consume your life. Even your parents will get dragged down with you and lose their steady jobs. Ultimately, you'll be driven into a mental breakdown and die from depression.] I figure I've started hallucinating after finally cracking under the pressure, so I toss the workbook aside. That night, Andrew pushes open the dorm room door. His tone is easy and familiar as he asks, "Luke, grab me a tiramisu on your way back, okay?" My brain blanks for a second. This scene matches the prediction word for word. Andrew's smile is bright and sunny as he walks closer, but I only feel a chill down my spine because of one of the prediction's sentences. [After you're taken in for questioning, you'll miss your interview. The guaranteed grad school spot will fall right into Andrew's lap.] Is Andrew really going to ruin my entire life over a single guaranteed grad school slot? My grip tightens around my pen. I say, "Sorry, Andrew. It's not really convenient for me."