He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

*PREVIEW ONLY* *COMING TO KINDLE, AMAZON, AND PAPERBACK FEBRUARY 14 - VALENTINES DAY* PRE ORDER HERE: US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GJFKTCGK UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GJFKTCGK CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0GJFKTCGK AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0GJFKTCGK cor·ner·stone /ˈkôrnərˌstōn/ noun an important quality or feature on which a particular thing depends or is based. Wendy has loved her husband, Atlas, since she was twelve years old. He was her first kiss. Her first love. Her forever. Together, they built what everyone else called a perfect life. They married young, raised two beautiful boys, and were still deeply in love. Until Atlas pulled away. Wendy does everything she can to save their marriage, carrying the weight of the house, the kids, and all the invisible labor no one ever sees. But when Atlas doesn't show up to their final resort, marriage counseling, Wendy makes a choice that breaks her heart. She stops waiting for him. As Wendy rebuilds her life and rediscovers the woman she was before she became a wife and mother, Atlas begins to unravel. Watching his sons look at him like a stranger, and the woman he's loved his entire life slip through his fingers, forces him to confront the truth he's been running from. But to heal their fractured marriage, Atlas will have to face the real reason he pulled away. And what does it have to do with his brother's late wife, Carrie? A deeply emotional, marriage-in-trouble second chance romance about the damage silence can do, mental health, forgiveness, and finding your way back to the person who has always been home.

She gave up her career, her dreams, and everything she was.. for a love that promised forever. But forever was a lie. When the truth shatters her perfect world, Amara is left with nothing. No husband. No job. Not even the son she gave up everything to raise. Everyone thinks she's broken. But they forgot one thing. You can't bury a woman who remembers who she is. And in the end... he may have walked away, but she's the one who survived. Trigger Warning: This story dives deep into grief, heartbreak, and the raw, unfiltered emotions that come with loss. Because healing is never a straight line.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

She's 20 sweet as sugar, and a walking daydream. He's 30, silent, brooding, and built like sin. She's all glitter, pink and giggles. He's silence, muscle, and jealousy in a black shirt. my first book. 2025

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)

Travis Swanson loved playing the guitar. He'd been doing it since he was a child, he loved acoustic for a slow and romantic feel, he loved electric when he craved the loud sound that tuned his muted heart. He was studying music, but he needed to pump out his general education credits which he wasn't so successful with. So he signs up for a tutor to help him, specifically in literature. Her name was Hailey Aspen. Bookworm. Kind. And everything Travis was curious about. How will this cheesy predicament work out?

"Since you don't know how to shut your fucking mouth, I'll fill it with my cum to shut you up," Kol seethes, looking down at me like I was dirt on his shoe. I loved the way it made me feel. The way he made me feel. He looked at me like I was a whore, but also the only person who mattered to him. I felt my pussy pulse in need of his cock between my legs. I look down at his cock and see it throb. As much as he affected me, I sure as hell had one on him. "You know, you've been saying that for a while now and I've yet to have your dick in my mouth," I taunt. -------------------------------------------------- Maya St. Martin is an 18-year-old girl who has more sexual knowledge and experience than a 70-year-old woman. She loves to go out, drink, and have parties with her friends. It's finally time for her to follow her older siblings and go to college. There, she lands her eyes on a certain college junior that's quiet, broody, and so incredibly sexy. The problem is.....he wants nothing to do with her. But, somehow he always finds himself wrapped up in her and her problems.

Alexithymia Greek word, discovered by Peter sifneous in 1972. The term alexithymia derived from Greek. A: lack Lexis: word Thymos: Emotions. Simply: inability to understand, interpret or lack of emotions. My Psycho Boss and I By Wizyjordan1468 ....my boss doesn't have any emotions. No feelings, whatsoever. Heartless, icy and inhumane. In total a douchebag. Work freak and obsessed with objects he likes...loves. As his new trial secetary(personal assistant), since he is so used to normal routine, hates me and misses his old secretary, miss Linda. Every freaking time, I wonder how she coped with his annoying behaviour. *list of things you never tamper with. Or you are dead. 1. His car: which he calls bae. 2. His company: Vencendore enterprise And lastly me, Jessica Damien. I hate my psycho boss Although, I'm intrigued by his beauty.