Arabella Carter A sixteen year old with a naive heart and innocent brain; she is the literal definition of sweetness. She is one of- no IS the the kindest and purest girl you'd ever come across, with angelic features and a body girls could only envy. She has an unhealthy obsession with miniskirts and aesthetically pleasing outfits, attracting everyone to befriend her. That was until he claimed her. And unfortunately for her, she believes the world is all sunshine and rainbows, dreaming of a fairytale romance. Kade Kairo The total opposite. Being nothing alike whatsoever, can the sinful bad-boy protect the naive Arabella; the cliche good girl? And maybe, just maybe, there could be a few exclusive dates, one too many stolen kisses and a whole lot of cheesy jokes... 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ~ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. First published on @emjay321

{completed} They say opposites attract, the good girl + the bad boy. The grumpy + sunshine. She's intrigued by his eyes, maybe it's because they share the same colour of eyes or it's because the way their eyes lock and they can't seem to look away. She's an aspiring nurse with a dark past that she can't seem to forget or run away from. He's annoyed with her, every inch of her but her eyes draw him in like a wimp wanting more, he shouldn't want her. She's too bubbly and loud and rambles a shit ton but he can't stop looking. He's an aspiring engineer but is setup for a different path which includes his messed up family. Book 1- Locked Eyes Book 2- Gambling Love {All Rights Reserve} *ignore my poor writing/editing skills, I get it don't remind me lol*

"He was the definition of what you call bad, he smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good.He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man.He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection". "Perfection... that's what she's always been. Not even her scars could steal the hope in her eyes. She waited for someone. And when she met him, she couldn't help what she felt. She fell hard for him. And so did her saviour. The girl who had a little too much heart to go around. She never thought herself of being worthy of his love. And she'd go to hell and back for the one who loved her fiercely".

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

ꜰʟᴀᴡʟᴇꜱꜱ ᵂⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᴵᵐᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

She's misunderstood but brilliant. He's dangerous but drawn to her mind. When their worlds collide, nothing will ever be the same.

**EDITING** "See? Isn't it beautiful?" she whispered, breaking the comfortable silence between us, her voice soft and full of awe. "Yeah." i whispered, my gaze still locked on her. "It really is." She looked at me, a puzzled expression on her face. "You're not even looking at the sunrise," I smiled, gently brushing my thumb over her cheek. "I know." • • • Emmalyn Ansley may seem like the epitome of sweetness and humor, but beneath her warm exterior lies a world of pain that no one sees-not even those closest to her. Despite her outward strength and fierce independence, the reality is far more complex, as her body bears the hidden scars of a life that has been anything but kind. On the other hand, Mateo Ellis is the embodiment of cold indifference. Hardened by a life devoid of love, he presents himself as a ruthless, self-serving young man who trusts no one beyond his tight-knit circle of friends. He's never known what it feels like to be loved, and he has no desire to change that. But when these two seemingly incompatible souls collide, the result is anything but predictable. Will their meeting lead to mutual destruction, or will it spark something neither of them has ever experienced-something that could change their lives forever? 🏅#1 in Mental Health 14.07.2024 🏅#1 in Abuse 15.10.2024 🏅#1 in Addiction 05.02.2025 🏅#1 in Trauma 15.10.2024 🏅#1 in Fighting 25.10.2024 🏅#1 in Fighter 21.10.2025 🏅#1 in Panic attacks 15.10.2024 🏅#1 in Shooting 27.02.2025 🏅#1 in Sad story 02.06.2025 🏅#2 in Depression 06.11.2024 🏅#2 in Overprotective 06.11.2024 🏅#2 in Bad boy 05.02.2025 🏅#2 in Loss 05.03.2025 🏅#3 in Sunshine 09.10.2024

*PREVIEW(CH. 20)* "Elijah-" He walked us forward until my front was pinned gently against the rock face at the edge of the river's bank, his solid chest radiating against my back. "You keep forgettin'," His voice was low, breath brushing my cheek. "You're not as slippery as you think." My pulse went wild. "Let me go," I uttered the words in barely a whisper. Elijah pulled back just far enough to look over me, his eyes flicked to my mouth. "Say that like you mean it," He challenged, his fingers circling slowly. "Tell me to stop, Renae. Tell me you want to walk back to that house and be Amelia again." I didn't. I leaned in, biting his lower lip until I tasted the copper of blood. "Don't you dare." I heard his breath hitch, felt his fingers digging into my skin with a strength that made my blood hum. "That's what I thought," He rasped. His fingers caught the hem of the dress, making my breath stutter. The fabric was heavy with water, snagging against the rough stone. A long, jagged tear opened up the side of the dress, exposing my hip and panties. I gasped, looking down at the rip. "Elijah! You really just ruined-" "I don't give a damn," He hooked his fingers into the tear, widening it with impatience. "Hell, I think it looks better like this." He had the hem of my dress bunched in his fist, and for a second, we just hovered there, trading heartbeats. "Y'know, just for that, I think you should put on a show for me like you said," I whispered, my voice finding its edge again. I reached out, tracing the line of his abs until I hit his boxers, teasingly tugging them down. "I deserve that much, wouldn't you say." "What kind of show you want?" His voice dropping an octave. "You want me to dance? Beg? Or see exactly what you're doin' to me?" "That last one sounds real good," My gaze dropped pointedly to the heavy ridge straining against his boxers. "So do it. Right here."

" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

"Dont worry I wont tell anyone that your are just a desperate slut, well my desperate slut."