"You really think I would've ruined it?" I asked quietly because I needed to know if she meant it. "You think I would've seen you-you-and turned around?" Her lips trembled, just a little. I ran a hand through my wet hair, heart pounding too damn hard. "If I'd known from the start that it was you writing those letters," I admitted, "I would've fallen ten times faster." 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 What would you do if the guy you've been in love with your whole life barely noticed you existed? Popular, confident, and just a little too perfect. Harry LeBlanc's my best friend's brother, the guy everyone loves, and the one person who's never looked at me the way I look at him. So when a school pen pal project pairs me with someone who actually sees me, I can't help but pour my heart out to this mysterious stranger. He's funny, thoughtful, and just the right amount of flirty. For the first time in years, I feel like I might actually be falling for someone who's not him. But life loves its cruel little games. Between tutoring sessions, late night chats, and the way Harry is starting to look at me like I am more than just his little sister's best friend, things are getting complicated and keeping me up at night. That's without counting on me to find out the most disturbing thing ever. Because, what am I supposed to do when the boy I have loved forever is the one who has been holding all my letters since the very beginning? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 This story contains mature themes and inappropriate language, not suitable for all audiences. For a full list of TWs, please go at the beginning of the book, under "author's note". Reader discretion is advised. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 Status: ON PAUSE. Update: One chapter every Friday STARTED on the 9th of February 2025

Grass was green, the sky was blue, and Asher Chase hated Cas Jackson. The town's golden boy, Asher Chase had a perfect face, a perfect girlfriend, a perfect track record, and a perfect life. Or so it seemed. Cas Jackson was the complete opposite. Leather boots, smoke rings, a bad attitude, and defensive walls slammed up too high to reach, putting the two together was like pitting fire against fire. But when all comes to a head one drunken night, they might be each others only salvation. As the thin line between love and hate gets blurrier and blurrier, one thing gets clearer and clearer. Fate brought Asher and Cas together to bring everything to the surface. Now, will they be the saving grace in eachother' s narratives, or will they leave flames in their wake? #2 in pining 20/4/24 #4 in mlm 26/7/24 (cover made by @dorianrocci)

[complete; editing, ROUGH draft] "Say something in Spanish." I snorted, "Like what?" "I don't know... I just want to hear you speak it." Our gaze stayed on each other for more than it should've. But I couldn't look away. Her hair laid out behind her on the pillow, her hands under her cheek and her head nearly under my arm. I inhaled, "Puede que me esté enamorando de alguien que nunca me amará." She parted her lips and for a second I thought she understood me, my heart skipped a beat until she spoke, "And what does that mean?" "It means, this woman beside me asks too many questions," I lied. ***** Oakley Marrero has been nothing but a rebel since witnessing her parent's murder at the age of eight. Leaving everything behind ten years later, she settled down in New York City in hopes to track down the killers that have never been found. While on her mission, she had what she thought was a one-night stand with August Creed. But when she collides with him while just mere seconds away from catching her parents killer - getting away yet again - the two find out they have more in common than just sexual attraction. ***** -Does not portray IRL Mafia's- Start date: May 22nd, 2021 End date: Nov 18th, 2021 Status: Complete Achievements: 50k reads- July 22nd, 2021 2k votes- Aug 13th, 2021 100k reads- Sept 16th, 2021 3k votes- Sept 24, 2021 4K votes- Dec 10, 2021 150k reads- Dec 10, 2021 200k reads- Dec 18, 2021

Book 2 in the Solace universe ❦𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙮 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡❦ (FULL DESCRIPTION IS INSIDE😏🙏) 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟. He left the love of his life when she was 17 and he was 18, with the promise of him finding her later in life. It's 5 years later, with her being 21 and him 22. His sweet Mayella that he left behind isn't the same. She's independent now with her own college dorm, her own routine, her own 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. And little does she know that he's been there through all of it. He's watched his girl prance around without him, stalking her from afar. But now the danger has past and he's back to collect what is his. Five years is too long without her touch, her smell, her 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒. She'll hate him for being gone as long as he was, but that's the thing about Kenji; he'll move heaven and earth if it ensured her happiness. He's back, but he's damaged. Worse than before. He's bigger, stronger, quieter, deadlier, but it all crumbles the moment he sees his sweet little baby. He had plans, but will Mayella approve of his new kinky fantasies? What will his traditional Asian parents have to say about him being in love with the same girl since 8th grade instead of a wife of their choosing? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's missed him. 𝐺𝑜𝑠ℎ how she misses him with her entire heart. She aches for him, cried for him, 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 for him. His sweet girl became a broken mess. But she picked herself up, and was determined to do all the things he planned for her. －𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒． －ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 －𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 She had a full sized dorm room to herself, which wasn't an apartment but she didn't think he would mind. Now five years later and the same ache still stays her her hea

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline. "Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add. "Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies. *** Anastasia Levkin has recently taken the title of Donna of the Russian mafia after her father died. No one knows she exists, let alone is the most feared and deadliest assassin in the world and the new queen of the Russians. When Anastasia goes on a mission to infiltrate the Italian mafia, she believes it will be an easy task - get caught, lie her way into the Italian mafia and destroy them. Simple right? Except things don't always go according to plan. When Vincenzo Medici, the Don of the Italian mafia, catches Anastasia in his warehouse, he falls into her trap and accepts her into his mafia. Using her as an asset... but is that really all she is to him? The question stands: Will blood always run thicker than water? Or are there exceptions? The more time she spends with Vincenzo and his family, the more difficult her decision becomes. *** *Book 1 of the Medici series* BEING RE-WRITTEN #1 in Mafia (21/03/22) #1 in Humour (22/03/22) #1 in Gun (22/03/22) #4 in Romance (21/03/22) #1 in MafiaRomance (08/04/22) #1 in Don (17/04/22) #7 in Funny (15/11/22) #1 in Assassin (22/02/23) #1 in Violence (26/04/23) #5 in Betrayal (25/01/24) #1 in Plottwist (21/05/24) #1 in Guns (09/02/25)

The faint glow of the moon glisten through the drapes over his tanned skin, daring me to awaken all the forbidden desires I kept buried in my thoughts. "Use me," He whimpers as my knees stoop to the floor, ❝... I am rightfully and solely yours, Aaliyah. ❞ ☼ ☼ ☼ Aaliyah Moor is a lot of things, but she isn't stupid. She knew her sister better than anyone and couldn't grasp her sister committing suicide. Aaliyah felt it in her half-broken soul that Ardon Prep would reveal all the silent secrets. All the things Valerie couldn't tell her, not even a whisper, of what happened in that damned school. She made it her mission to figure out what happened to her sister, her moon. Aaliyah didn't care who would get burned in her crossfire or swooned to her deceit; it is all worth it in the justice of Val. What she didn't know was that some webbed lies and laced secrets are meant to be kept away; and if not, death would be the lesser evil.

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