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Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers.  It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Meeting your childhood bestfriend back after 10 years would have to be a wonderful moment for anyone.But for Amy Middlestone things are never the same. The young man standing infront of Amy with tousle black hair which is thick and lustrous , strong and define face with features moulded from granite is non other than her childhood friend Zyn Redfield. But his empty stare and deep black eyes told a different story. Zayn's life was filled with the worst timings. He had gone through hell because of Amy.After all this time, this girl shows up back in his world when he had gone far away on a path where there is no coming back.All he could do is run away, but an unseen power make it impossible. Camp Atlantis,a camp for teenagers reunites the two childhood friends Amy and Zayn.Alongside their friends Chris, Phoebe ,Stacey and they discovers a whole new world. The souls of Zayn and Amy are like fire and ice.Two balancing extremes neither could exist without one another.

Olivia Holton used to have a secret crush on her brothers bestfriend, that is until he changed. Once they had gotten into high-school his entire personality changed. He forgot that he used to wear braces, and was a nerd before working out two summers ago constantly. He worked out until he was built like a god, got rid of the braces and suddenly popular girls were falling at his feet. It also doesn't hurt when he wears that black leather jacket, has brown shaggy hair and dark green hazel eyes. Jesus the boy is gorgeous but she couldn't can't stand him now. Her secret crushed faded when she realized it was never going to happen with Sean Walker. She gave up on getting her brothers best friend to notice her a long time ago and she wants to move on. She needs to move on but as soon as she started dating a boy, Sean had problems with it.

[WARNING: This story contains explicit MATURE 18+ scenes] "He's mine, William," said the messy-haired man. "I met him first." "Oh yeah? But I slept with him first, so he's mine, Oliver," retorted the man with brushed-up hair, his black tailor-made suit emphasizing his polished look. Luca looked between the two handsome men, both identical except for their differing styles. His jaw dropped as he tried to process what was happening. What had he gotten himself into? Can one person accept love from two people simultaneously? Can he belong to both of them? Can the three of them become something more? ~ SUMMARY ~ Luca finds himself entangled with two billionaire twin brothers, leading to a hot and steamy threesome. Initially unaware that he's been dating two people, Luca is shocked when the truth comes out. When the truth is revealed, it's already too late. There is no escaping the grasp of these irresistibly rich and handsome billionaire twins.

She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy. *** I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He’s silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer."

Brain with beauty that's Roxanne Sanchez. She was broken hearted to her ex-boyfriend, Rex, when she found another woman besides her and caught it on bed, having sex with his woman in his apartment. She promised to herself not to fall in love again. The pain is too much! She change her hair style maging ang kanyang pananamit. She looks like a tomboy na ikinagulat ng kanyang room mate at bestfriend na si Joy. She resigned also from her secretarial job para hindi na makita muli ang mukha ng ex and find a new job. What if her new boss, Richard Cruzvov will start to court her? A stick to one and romantic man. Magagawa pa ba niyang panghawakan ang pangako sa sarili na hindi na magmamahal muli? Malalabanan kaya ng isip niya ang sinasabi ng puso niya? Bibigyan kaya niya ng pagkakataon muli ang puso niya to love again?

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Séptima Belleza Velasquez started her journey after entering thr Roxwell Academy. It is a place where vampires and other supernatural creatures are trained to be in a full form and to be a warrior of their Nation - Seville against the Nation of the North. When the people knew she has a blonde hair, she was criticised, feared and hated by the people of the Academy. All the things got worst when the Travenjour selected her to be one of the Dauntless. The most dangerous and dark sect of the academy. But it was nothing to her to be one of the Dauntless, until she got to knew their stories. They accepted her as one of them. But then, troubles never die. The warriors of the North attacked the Academy. They're finding her because of the said prophecy that the elders only knew about it. Then she discovered her real identity, her purpose and her mission. She's the only weapon of the North to wipe out the entire Nation of Seville. A very dangerous prophecy that will turn them all into ashes and will cover them with bloods is on her hands. And the only way to stop the prophecy, is to kill her.

I stared at his bloodshot eyes as panic invaded my heart. “I hate the way you smell…it makes me want to sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours,” He hissed, walking towards me. He took some strands of my hair, sniffing and slowly biting down on his lower lip. “You drive me insane Bri,” His voice was starting to sound hoarse and deep with need. “I want to do unimaginable things to you, He continued. “Things…what things?” I asked in my naivety. I heard his low chuckle. “Anything you think a man could ever do to you,” He said. *** After being cheated on and rejected by her mate… Brianne, an omega without her wolf who thinks of herself as the ultimate damsel in distress goes into despair and depression. But not for long, as she soon got entwined with Jordyn, Alpha of silver-black pack after an accidental one-night stand. Something unexpected happens between them, leaving the entire pack puzzled and in an unsettled state.

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.