"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"Shh, do you want her to see us doing this" he said and pushed himself deep inside me. he pressed his hand harder on my mouth to stop me from making noise. My body shook with his sudden doing he smirked and came closer I turned my face in fear he was already whole inside me "What did he want more" I thought to myself. Guessing what I thinking he kissed my earlobe and what he said brought shivers down my spine " I want to bury my soul deep inside you" he started kissing insanely on my neck while doing exactly what he just said. Petal 20 years breathtaking innocent soul, shy but cheerful girl, could make anyone fall in love with her by doing absolutely nothing. She dreamt of nothing but to live a peaceful and meaningful life. She was her dad's angel until she became her stepdad's play-doll, but was she just a doll? Chase Griffin most wanted criminal, serial killer and sociopath living behind the identity of a rich billionaire, he has everything power, money, God-like look, until he meets his stepdaughter and gets to know he has nothing but obsession with her Triggers: violence, abuse, sexual content, rape, manipulation Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Bella Ross has always led a normal life, until three years ago the notes began. She knew he was there, hiding in the shadows but wouldn't show his face. She couldn't date or even talk to a man without his life being in danger and so she obeyed. She belonged to him. Her stalker. (Cover creds to @katrascal go check out their books!)

Nothing's worse than your crush finding out about your search history... your po rn search history to be exact. >>>•<<<-EXCERPT->>>•<< "...Sweet, innocent Harmonee isn't really an innocent at all, isn't she? " Quisha smirked at me. Any other day I would admire it but I am too much of a mess right now, I did not even know what to do. She just saw my history for fvcksake! "I... I...Qu---" "and you know what's more shocking, little Harmonee? " I bit my lip when she suddenly leaned towards me. One more lean and I'll be kissing her! I shook my head to answer her question. I'm contemplating whether I should lean and at least kiss her or just lean backward to avoid her lips and possibly regret it my whole life. Neither choices would end with me ruining my life anyways. "The shocking thing is ... all these girls have blue eyes, dark brown hair and tall. " Quisha said her breathe mingling with mine. "...All of which have similarities with me." I shut my eyes. I'm screwed! I'm fbcking screwed. my breathe momentarily stopped when I felt her gripped my chin and forced me to look up to her. "Tell me, sweet Harmonee. Do you watch those po.rns because the actresses really turns you on or do you watch them because you imagined me to be one of them? Do you actually imagine me fbcking you?" I screwed my eyes shut. Both of us know the answer but I'm not willing to out myself yet so I answered, "I...i watched it... for educational purpose only " This book will contain sexual acts and foul languages that may not be appropriate for some readers. All rights reserved by VermilionTine

I glanced down to her lips but then I scooted away while clearing my throat. She hmm'd, "You tried to kiss me again." I shook my head and said "Nope. I didn't, I tried not to kiss you, as you see." She rolled her eyes with a soft smile. "Maybe if you did let me kiss you...just once, I would stop trying." She sighed softly "I got my doctorate at 24 You know I'm not a dumbass right?" I just let out a soft sigh "Thank you for everything" I hugged her and held her tightly. She wrapped her arms around me. She pulled back and I looked at her lips. "I should go." I said softly. "You can have one kiss-" I kissed her. ________________________________________ India Jones is a true Chicagoan girl who, to unfortunate circumstances, has to move to Texas with her father. Being naturally quiet and to herself, India is not expecting much from the new town and is eager to go back to Illinois with her other family. With a rude step-sister and no sense of direction, India struggles to find ways to cope without her mother. That all changes when she meets the Principal of her school who also happens to be her neighbor. |~| Imani Stewart is the principal of a wealthy private school in her home state of Texas. Though her life sounds perfect, her controlling parents have stopped her from reaching for her dreams in life, creating a girl who comes off as cold and fixed. Though her circumstances are tough, Imani does the best at being the strictest principal her school has ever had. And just as Imani is ready to live the life laid out for her, she meets a fiery girl who can see right through her and stops at nothing to get her. What happens when their two worlds clash? Read to find out...

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔," 𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝒉𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟. "𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒" "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝐼 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙y" _____________ The story of a girl that falls in love with her abusive boyfriend's dad. _________________ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ

"𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻." -𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

[COMPLETED] "One night." I whisper breathlessly as he begins to unbutton my blouse. "That's not going to be enough for me, baby. I need you longer than just one fucking night." He grunts. "Now let me please you." He says while taking his shirt off. Oh. ••• Twenty six year old Leona Goodwin is a stubborn, successful businesswoman, she has no time for men. That is until a hot businessman named Dario, 13 years her senior, lays eyes on her at a business party. Will she give into their instant connection or will her stubbornness push him away? #27 in romance / April 2021 #1 in bwwm / April 2021