People always say...Don't hate the player, hate the game. I say...Don't play games with the girl who can play better. *** I never wanted to start dating. I got tricked. (Emotionally blackmailed, actually.) By one of my very best friends. I wasn't exactly thrilled about it. I actively didn't want to date anybody. I especially didn't want to date some loser who was desperate to be set up with me. I. Just. Wasn't. Interested. Then I heard something. And straight away I knew... Those guys? They weren't your average losers. They were up to something. And me? Well, I wasn't about to let them get away with it. *** This Is the first in a series of six stories that make it clear - once and for all - that girls are not here to be played with.
" Why are you looking at me like that? " I said as i caught his eyes traveling down my body. "No reason" he muttered while quickly looking away a slight blush on his cheeks. "Whatever" I turned around to get a good look at the ocean, after all this was technically a vacation. Well, a vacation with certain guidelines. I wandered off within my thoughts, feeling a strong presence behind me. When i attempted to turn towards him I was engulfed in large, strong arms. "Marcello, what are you doing?"I asked as he held me. "I want you"he whispered as I rested the back of my head on his chest, powerless to his hold. He began to move his hands towards my breast. "Bella..." His deep husky voice lingered near my ear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bella Rosalinda has always been known to be an enthralling yet oddly cold beauty. Her angelic looks paired up with her distant aura makes for one interesting character. She's envied by many and admired from afar. Her coldness only adding to the illusion of an iced beauty queen. She likes her space and doesn't appreciate when her comfort in solitude is meddled with. Add that to the fact that she is working as an agent and hides behind the role of a CEO, she is a beautiful, successful, and wealthy woman, who's always looking for a thrill kicking ass and not looking to settle down any time soon. Marcello Alvarez on the other hand is more of a misunderstood misfit trying to fit into a puzzle piece that was and has never been made for him. A hardworking and humble man, who is willing to do whatever it takes to keep the bills paid and the fridge stuffed for his mother and siblings to come home to. Even if that means risking his life involving himself in shady business. Marcello needs a bodyguard and bella has been given a new assignment, interestingly enough their two worlds will collide. An array of lustful drama awaits.
"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
Aleah was seven when the men who were after her Father stormed their house and took the lives of her beloved parents and only sister Amelia. Now she is an Orphan alone and cold, she has shut herself out of the world. Until Devon shows up and starts to cause chaos in more than one way to herself and her city! Will she fall for Mr. Satan? Or will Madam Satan have him on his knees? *WARNING, Not suitable for young audience. This book contains blood, death, gore and sexual scenes *NOTE, this is my first novel and I will update when I am free! Any and all support is appreciated! I will try to update more if I see you all like the story ?