"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out and embarrassed to be tutored. She didn't want people to think she was stupid. So she took the tutoring option and kept it well hidden. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

"You're here," she murmured, voice steady. "Tell me two things you can see." His throat worked. "The tub," he managed, voice rough. "You." "Good," she said. "Now, two things you can hear." "The shower," he exhaled. "Your voice." "Two things you can feel." "The water." His grip tightened on her hand. "You." "That's good," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. Sawyer Jones lives in a world of chaos-underground fights, illegal races, and the constant war inside his own head. His autism makes the world too loud, too bright, too much. Violence is the only thing that quiets the noise. Until Lia. Soft-spoken but relentless, she meets him in the tub in a party and refuses to leave. She steadies him when the rage takes over, pulls him back when he's drowning. But Sawyer knows better than to believe in peace. In his world, nothing good lasts. And the deeper Lia gets, the more he realizes-he might be her greatest danger yet. PLS GIVE IT A TRY 🌸🌸

"Is this right?" Aiden whispered, fingers trembling inside of me. "Tell me what to do." And then his teammate walked in. Ψ The first time Aiden Wilder touched me, he asked if he was doing it right. The second time, he begged me to teach him more. The third time, we weren't alone. Aiden is the NHL's #1 draft pick. Nineteen. Six-foot-one of raw talent and a contract worth millions. He's fast on the ice, awkward off it... and a virgin. I was hired to coach him through fame. Help him deal with the media, the fans, the pressure. Not teach him how to take off my clothes with shaking hands. Not guide his mouth between my thighs and whisper praise into his ear. Not fall for the way he moans like he means it. But then his teammate Luke Mitchell walked in-older, cockier, and definitely not as straight as everyone thinks. He saw what we were doing. He didn't walk away. He asked if we needed help. And Aiden? He said yes. Now there's three of us. No rules. No labels. No going back. But somewhere between the lessons, the touches, and the kisses we shouldn't have shared...someone caught feelings. And I'm scared it wasn't just one of them.

Kael never wanted to come to Lysena - a matriarchal planet ruled by women, where men's lives are tightly controlled. But when his family's transport ship has to be rescued, they are forced to stay, caught in a society that challenges everything Kael believes about freedom, authority, and what it means to be a man. Stranded with no escape, Kael is forced to face the daily reality of life as a young man on Lysena. He hates the rules. He hates the stares. Most of all, he hates Sari: sharp-tongued, clever, and impossible to ignore. She delights in flustering him, turning every mistake into a game he can't win. But the more Kael resists, the more tangled their rivalry becomes. Every tease, every humiliation, every brush of her hand leaves him flustered in ways he doesn't understand. And when surrender begins to feel less like defeat and more like desire, Kael has to face the truth: maybe he doesn't want to escape this world after all. He swore he'd never bend. She swore she'd make him hers.

---------- "You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now. "And you think I'm easy right?" He leans down close to my face, my back hitting the counter. "Does it turn you on the way I speak to you? Every time I say I hate you, do you clench those thighs? Do you think you're special to me because you're the only pretty girl I touch like this?" He whispers, his grip tightening more. My chest rises up and down at the proximity. I was expecting a reaction but not one like this. This is exactly what I wanted. To see him like this, the side of him no one else got to see. "You think I'm pretty?" I lean closer to him but his force on me doesn't let me get closer. ------------------ Annalise Martin is the IT girl, attracting attention everywhere she goes. From perfect looks to perfect grades, people are always watching her, wanting to be her. Jude Fitz is a moody guy and isn't caught speaking to anyone ever. Never being noticed by her. He goes unnoticed and untouched until Annalise gets her eyes on him. Total opposites but something between the two makes sense..

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"What are you doing?" He glances up at me through his glasses, his bored tone sending a jolt through me as I straddle his lap. I know he's a god at this 'poker face' game, but he needs to realise that his body always tells a different story like how hard he's gripping my thigh right now and how hard he is beneath me. Yet, I can't ignore the power he exudes. There's this strange, dominating energy about him that makes me feel small as if I am a rat being cowered back into a hole. And for Reina Gavril to feel that way? I hate it. I hate him. 𓍼 𝗛𝗘 isn't your typical 'good boy.' He's a quiet, aloof presence yes, but also with a lethal charm and a mind nobody can quite read. He thrives in his solitude, refusing to take anyone's shit because being good doesn't necessarily mean being weak, timid, or a pushover. 𝒷𝓊𝓉 . . . 𝗦𝗛𝗘 is also not just any girl. She is an icon, she's the legend and she is the 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. The 'queen bee' of Schola Stellae, she has it all - flawless looks, charisma, top grades, and a touch of mischief that gets her whatever she wants. She thrives in the spotlight, a party girl; quite the opp of him. Yet beneath that confident exterior is a heart; after all, queen bees rule for a reason, they know when to sting and when to play nice. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 is until he rejected one of her rival, prompting her friends to challenge her into making him hers. Tough situation, yes. Summing this up, bad girl with a soft side meets a good boy with a strong twist. And as she sets out on her mission, their opposing worlds clash, creating inevitable rivalry, tensions, heartbreaks and some wildly UNHOLY lessons that might make them go back and forth. 𝐎𝐂 // heavily needs to be edited because ewww ⓘ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀.

Zeyan Chen never believed in second chances until life handed him the one he thought he'd lost forever. Savannah Maddox. The girl who set his world on fire, then disappeared without warning. The only one who ever made him feel like more than enough. Now, fate throws them back together in the most unexpected way, and with her comes a secret that changes everything. Old wounds. Unspoken truths. A bond neither of them can deny. Zeyan knows Savannah ruined him once. The question is...will she ruin him again? Or has she been the missing piece he needed all along?

▪▪▪ I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back "The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing. He's full thick lips press into a tight anxious line. "I-I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." I step in even closer, finding myself at just a suffocating inch distance from him. Warmth and the scent of lavender engulf around me. He licks his lips nervously, running his tongue wetly over them and causing my gaze to drift down with the heat of unexpected thirsty hunger. I reach out gently, letting the hot wet cover smear against my thumb, applying a little pressure to the plump softness. He watches with heavy breathe, chest slightly heaving. I smile, noticing when his eyes darken with the burn of lust as he stares back at me. "You--" I lick my thumb "--are such a moron." * Ivy Bathory. She's everything dark...yet she feels. After a tragic childhood in her small town, she is left broken. A dead serial killer for a father and a runaway mother who couldn't care less what happened to her. Her life is practically over, she's hated and loathed by the society, living in the shadows of her fathers wrong deeds. And all she's done is keep people at a distance...until she meets him. Drawn to how much his eyes twinkle, Ivy can't stop herself from hoping. Begging and hoping that maybe...there's something to live for. Something to fight for in the midst of the oncoming storm. She doesn't want trouble...she just wants him. ⚠W A R N I N G ⚠ This story contains : ♔ S e x u a l / M a t u r e C o n t e n t ♔ E x p l i c i t La n g u a g e ♔ E x t r e m e V i o l e n c e ♔ B l o o d A n d G o r e ♔ U n e x p e c t e d s h i t (h e h e) A/N : I'm a bitch with issues. Please don't come at me if this story doesn't turn out to be your ordinary clich

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.