Impel Down Arc

Derek has led a hard life. He was always looked down upon, bullied, made to look weak. To make matters worse, he was kicked out of the family house after being falsely accused of doing something wrong. Just when he all thought this was the end, an unexpected twist turned his life around. ------------------ Sequel, Who's the loser 2: The Don of Townsville, continues this unique novel. As the heir to his empire, Derek now has an unlikely right-hand man, his cousin Charles Smith, working in the shadows as the Don of Townsville. A new threat looms to take down Derek, Charles and their families and friends. Can they work together to take down this threat?

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS SYNOPSIS •°•°• His fingers continue down, trailing softly along my shoulders and down my arms feel electrifying even though it's so light. "I feel guilty"He grumbled, His eyes trailed down my chest. "For what?"I stuttered, trying not to look at his enchanting eyes. His eyes flick into mine, Filled with lusts and desires at the same time. He leans down to me and presses his cold, soft lips to the crook of my neck. "For the things I'm going to do to you"He whispered darkly. •~• Fight depression, Get a scholarship, Get a good job after school, Work on her confidence, That was Alessia plan after her mom got married four months ago. Not until she found herself in a new life, Filled with guns, Violence and massacres. She has no other choice than to being on the run with Enea, A mafia lord to avoid being kil*led by his father.

Things weren't always as simple as it was made to, he was cursed and she was an human who had no idea of the world she belonged to–two worst combination. She was meant to be the antidote to his curse but ended up bringing him down with her. Is love always enough? Enough to quench the fire they had both started? Two worlds scrambled down unknowingly

With his gaze fixed on her, Ryker Parted his lips, moving his hand down until it was on her shoulder covered robe. As he trailed down further with a feather like touch, a stream of tingles erupted on Tamara's skin. Her heart thumped at the feeling of her mate's touch, awakening the feelings that had since subsided. 'So smooth. ' Low, sexy voice enveloped her form as he pushed the edges of her robe off her shoulders. Her eyes followed the robe as it fell down and pooled by her feet. Anticipation, his beast panted and salivated as he admired the goddess before him. She enthralled him, man and beast were bound by the woman. 'Please. ' A spell binding whisper called on to him, her green eyes becoming slightly watery. She took his hands, guiding them up and down her stomach. ****** Tamara is an orphaned witch with multiple abilities in her sleeve. She lives in a pack of werewolves as the only witch, hated and looked down upon by many. However, everything changes when her mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack, Alpha Ryker. Their relationship is fated and so is Tamara's ability to save the pack. Alpha Ryker and Tamara must team together to defeat the enemy, following a prophecy about the very witch the pack hates. Nothing is as easy as it seems, and secrets get revealed through out their journey as leaders of the pack.

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.

My husband doesn't touch me on our wedding night. He claims he's too tired and asks me to wait. Then, he sneaks into the basement in the wee hours of each night. Whenever he returns, he needs to shower to wash away an indescribable smell. I ask him what he does down there, and he tells me he works out. Why would anyone work out in the middle of the night? I can't take it anymore. One night, I decide to sneak into the basement to see what's going on down there. He chases after me and grabs my pajamas, roaring, "Come back up here! I'll divorce you if you step foot down there!"

After Evelyn’s father was brutally murdered with no justice; she takes it upon herself to take down those responsible. Just shy of her 18th birthday she is recruited for a special ops team where she is given the resources she needs to take down the monster who killed her father. With her trusted team of Badger, Arrow, Buddha , Zombie and Chief, who have all been affected by Ricci Enterprises, work together to find, to hunt down , and eliminate the Butcher. What she wasn’t expecting? Her undercover job is compromised by falling for the most powerful Mob Bosses who owns a prestigious security business in NYC. Will the Ghost that is haunting her figure out who she is before she gets what she wants?

Framed for murder and exiled, I’m left alone in the wilderness, chained to a tree. But Jorin, my older mentor, finds me and helps me survive. Still, I’m done just surviving. I want revenge. When Bram, my best friend, tracks me down, everything changes. The heat between us is undeniable, a simmering tension we’ve always ignored but can’t deny any longer. As we hunt down Alpha Kaelen, the fire between us blazes hotter with every passing second. I’ll get back what’s mine. I’ll tear down anyone who stands in my way. And if Bram wants to follow me into the flames, he’d better be ready to burn as hot as I do.

"We need to stop this," I whispered, my eyes closed as pleasure crawled through my skin. "I'm your niece's fiancé?" I whispered again, trying to stop Damien from trailing down to kiss my neck. His hands traced down my chest, stopping at my groin. He raised my face to look him in the eye and whispered breathlessly, "I don't care." Eric's life is thrown upside down when his brother is killed on his coronation day, and he now has to become the king. and he can't because he is gay and he has a boyfriend who he loves dearly, or so he thought until he met Damien Monetro, his fiancée's uncle and his former one-night stand.

After recovering from breast cancer, my fiancé started making excuses to stay out all night. On my birthday, I finally tracked him down on a yacht where he was joking with his friends. "I figured once she died, the engagement would be off the table. Who knew she'd be so hard to die.” "But I've got a brilliant plan—I'll fake my death at the wedding. We can livestream it and watch how this woman who worships me to the core breaks down in tears." I couldn't help but smile to myself. If Travis Luther could play dead, so could I. In the end, he was the one who broke down sobbing, begging me not to walk away.