She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

Jazmine Abbot has always been the girl who lets things slide-the quiet one, the pushover, the easy-to-overlook afterthought. She trusted too easily, forgave too quickly, and never demanded more than what people were willing to give. And for that, she paid the price. After being betrayed and humiliated, Jazmine is left shattered, her heartbreak on full display for the world to see. But as the whispers fade and the dust settles, one thing becomes clear-this will be the first and last time anyone plays her for a fool. They wanted her weak. Now, they'll regret ever underestimating her. 💕💕💕 Thank you all so much for your incredible support! Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that someone is plagiarizing my stories and posting them on other apps. If you come across any of these instances, please report them immediately. I want to clarify that I would never charge for these stories-they are something I genuinely enjoy sharing with you all for free 🫶🏾.

Overlooked, average, forgettable, quiet - a selection of the nicer words used to describe Samantha Raven. Being born into the world of drugs and crime, Sam's education in self-sufficiency began at birth. Even after being transferred into the care of the stalwart Raven household, she held tightly to the hard lessons learned throughout her childhood - such as the advantages to being underestimated, the cruel machinations of kindness, and the safety in silence. So when Henry Williams stumbled into her life, the epitome of sweet and sincere, she was inherently suspicious. And when her suspicions were confirmed through the accidental discovery of a business deal hinging on the results of a bet - Sam came to the realization that she was sick of playing the pawn. It would take a hell of a lot more than a bet to destroy this Raven - and it was past time that she became the main character of her own life, beginning with a healthy dose of revenge. ---- Raven Sisters Novellas: (1) To Regret a Raven - complete (2) To Destroy a Raven - complete (3) To Betray a Raven - complete (4) To Crave a Raven - complete (5) To Lose a Raven - coming Fall 2025 Though these stories are connected, they can each be read as a standalone. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating. Content Warning: Explicit language, spicy scenes, child abandonment, and references to child abuse

A love story with betrayal and everything in between. A mafia daughter grows up hiding in plain sight waiting for the day when she will have to take over the Family. Life will challenge her, and love will betray her, but she will fight for her Family and for a love she never saw coming.

Rogue: I'm on a mission. A very important one, too. In order to complete this mission, I must first get help from three men who are more likely to tie me up and torture me for fun. Too bad I'm not giving them a choice. Besides, being tied up is one of my favorite activities. Hannibal, the paranoid stoic leader who can't quite figure me out. He either wants to kill me or kiss me, maybe both? Myers, the sneaky observant one who wants to peek inside my brain and learn all my tells. Krueger, my psycho pumpkin who claims me after one look. I'm a hurricane of crazy that's ready to blow these men's world upside down. I promise I don't use teeth... much.