Everyone on campus knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's a legend, the most ruthless fighter in a local, underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed.When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer on the school's newspaper, decides that she's going to make him her next featured piece - nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels with him when they finally meet throws her for a loop, and she embarks on the most wild ride of her life as she begins to uncover, and unravel, the man beneath the legend - Harry Styles.

    

    

    This is the sequel of Temptress.

    Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that.I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds."

    We're not talking lately.Don't you call her what you used to call me...A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them."Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin.

    I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back.Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate."W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong."Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

    You're desperate for recognition in your career, but issues with your assignment (spoiler alert: it's the Command Shuttle) end up making you the clean-up crew, instead. Your annoyance with Kylo Ren lands you into some hot water. How many messes is he going to make you responsible for?Warnings: This is a very smut-heavy fanfic. Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with that.

    With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

    she tried to find the man who got her pregnant but he is nowhere to be found 6 year later, fate brings them togetherJoe "Devil" Collision is the boss of the biggest dangerous mafia in the world, he has no time for romance nor is he looking for it, but when he gets an unexpected call for a deal, he comes face to face with the woman he couldn't forget but had to.

    

    fanfic

    She knows how to make a man kneel to his knees for her. Alexander Russo is one of the biggest players known in the Mafia world. He knows how to not only mess around with women but also push Thalia's buttons. He is good with guns and fighting but the only thing he isn't good at is communicating with Thalia De Luca. When both Thalia's and Alexander's parents come together to assign an arranged marriage between the two, will sparks fly or will they burn in sorrow?Spin off to Ace De Luca

    So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look.DRAMIONEWords: 129,960

    I thought that my brother was the hottest guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl’s dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He’s got the looks, and he’s got the brain. Come on, he’s got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber orbs. He’s not every girl’s dream. He’s every girl’s nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn’t even started.