"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.

Anastasia figures it's time for a fresh start for her career path and work with something she loves: babies. She goes to an odd job interview for becoming a nanny for the rich recluse, Mateo Armani and it's a success. Despite her closeness with his son, Mr. Armani remains to be a mystery, but is he one that Anastasia will be willing to figure out?

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚?" "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ... Celine Grant is a college student at the University of New York. Ever since she'd learn how to write and read, her biggest dream was to become a thriving author. But being that's a quite common dream amongst people, it's been a struggle. She finds herself often stuck in the shadows of her peers, her skills always being overlooked. But when a news article becomes desperate for some information on the infamous Billionaire, Matthew Benedict, she decided this is her opportunity. Little had she known, there was a reason bedsides his arrogant attitude that people went out their way to avoid the billionaire. And certain things should stay covered... ... Trigger warnings: KIDNAPPING, SLIGHT STOCKHOLM-SYNDROME, Drugs and Alcohol abuse, use of hard drugs, foul language, mature scenes, extreme toxicity, very light bdsm, mentions of self-harm, obsession, smoking, dubious consent, cheating, Domestic abuse, abuse, signs of anxiety, Gang related violence, homophobia, mentions of statutory rape, mentions of a miscarriage, sexual coercion, murder, cheating, manipulation, mature sex scenes, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinks, torture, blood. [BWWM]

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."

Xenia N'Diaye is that girl, the one with the issues who majors in making the wrong decisions, especially those involving love. So she lives by a few rules: No man, No sex, No love and one goal of becoming a good mother but even at that she is failing miserably. The company she works for has a new team of ex-pat managers with which arrives the smart and directive Gregory Carlton. Xenia is a quick-mouthed extrovert, and Gregory is your modern-day workaholic. From the first encounter, sparks fly in the opposite direction between the two. If things couldn't get worse, Gregory moves into the same residence as Xenia. Yes, everything you are thinking of will happen for better or for worse. It's just another rom-com, a snack of entertainment. Highest ranking: #5 in diverselit 04/03/2021 Ranking chicklit: #408 03/01/2018 #520 12/03/2018 #383 21/04/2018 Awards: 1st place Chicklit Runaway Awards 2018 2nd place winner W.O.W Awards 2018 People's choice W.O.W Awards 2018 3rd place Chicklit winner Blossom Awards 2018

As a young insecure but curious girl, River Coleman creates a blog for sexual confessionals. Years pass and she decides to write a book. Just like her, the book lacks sexual experience. When the town's Bad Boy returns home, he offers to show her a thing or two for her book. What she doesn't expect is a lesson in heartbreak.

Anastasia Bailey and Mateo Russo share a passion, and while he spends his nights running and catching tosses down a football field, Anastasia is on the sidelines cheering for Cambridge University sports team. The two may have caught each other's attention since they stepped foot onto campus, but it isn't until junior year approaches that the sexual tension finally gets unleashed. *black female lead and latino male lead*

[Completed] Book 1 in The 'Three Words' Series - A/N I know this book isn't written the best and low-key cringe, it was one of my first, sorry. Naomi is a 18 year old university student, studying fashion marketing in first year attempting to make friends, have a good time and get a degree. Theo is a 21 year old first year university student studying accounting and finance, he was the epitome of the typical popular white boy who got all the girls and was the star football player. Halls, the place in uni where everything happens. Naomi lived in 156c and Theo lived in 157b, they were next door neighbours. Their flats became friends, but they didn't, they constantly argued and did not get along. **This book will have mature content in it, including sex scenes, drugs and alcohol. There is no mature tag in order for the book to be able to gain more traction** Weed and alcohol clouded his system as he watched her, only her. She moved her hips like no other girl in the flat, she was mesmerising. Nothing like the girls at home. She did a slut drop, slowly bringing herself back up in such a sensual way, peering up from her lashes to look up into his eyes and his only. Everything stopped. It was just them two in the kitchen. They forgot everyone else. The tension was thick, he wanted her. No, he needed to fuck her.

Book 2 in The 'Three Words Series' Theo and Naomi haven't spoken since. Since everything, that night, first year, all of it. Second year has just started. They're no longer neighbours but their friendship group are still very much so close. They're forced to see each other still. Communication was their biggest downfall last year, will they actually talk through things like civil adults for once? **SEQUAL TO Clouding my judgement. MUST READ THAT FIRST** **CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE BOOk** **MATURE CONTENT, A LOT SPICIER THAN THE FIRST BOOK SO BE PREPARED** "Why would you kiss him, when you're mine, Hmm?" He asked as he stroked her entrance with his two digits "I-" She breathed out as he took no time inserting his fingers inside of her, curling them just to make her moan for him "What was that?" He smirked, hearing her whimpers as the increasing tempo of the song wasn't helping her heart beat or the pulse inbetween her thighs of how much she hated Theo in the moment, but enjoyed what he could do to her with just two fingers When she didn't answer him, Theo slid his fingers slowly out of her with a pop. She felt his fingers trace over the slit of her entrance, teasing her, already knowing the power he had over her body. She did nothing but accept it, as her body reacted as it usually did Wet and ready, only for him She found herself opening up her legs wider to give him better access to her. Almost as if it were instinct. Theo slid his fingers up and down her slick folds, multiple times - teasing her - knowing this would set her off even further. The anticipation of it all.