"ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucian Black, a self-made billionaire, was cast out by his powerful family at sixteen. Cold, scarred, and ruthless, he built an empire from nothing-now owning half the city, including the company his family once controlled. To him, love is weakness... until her. Isadora Vale, polished and perfect on the outside, grew up in a world of wealth but never love. Behind her bright smile lies years of neglect and impossible expectations. Determined to prove herself, she built her own career, desperate to escape the hollow life her family designed. Two broken souls, raised in loveless homes, collide. He hides behind power. She hides behind light. But what happens when their walls start to crack?

❝"𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞."❞ ꨄꨄꨄ "You're trouble," I whisper against his mouth. A quiet laugh rumbles out of him. "And you're addicted to trouble." "I am not addicted to you." "Yeah?" he murmurs, eyes dragging slowly over my face. "Then why do you shake every time I touch you?" ꨄꨄꨄ Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid. Bruised knuckles, a temper no one can control, and eyes that don't just look at you-they warn you. People don't get close to him. And if they do, they don't leave without damage. I was never supposed to be one of them. My life is planned-perfect grades, a future in design, expectations I can't break. My father calls boys distractions, and Alec Donovan is the worst kind. I called him Angel once. As a joke. Because he showed up when he shouldn't have, ruined my night, saved my life-and looked like he regretted both. The nickname should have died right after that. It didn't. Not when he kisses me just to shut me up. Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong. Not when he looks at me like I'm something worth keeping. He doesn't ask. He takes-my space, my control, the life I thought I had planned. And the worst part? I don't stop him. Because when everything starts falling apart, he's there. Watching. Waiting. Protecting me in ways he never admits. Alec Donovan isn't a mistake. He's a warning. And the truth is- I'm not scared of him ruining me. I'm scared of how much I want him too. ꨄꨄꨄ "𝘏𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘔𝘠 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘓... 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭."

This book is a sequel to His Favorite Distraction. You can read this as a stand-alone but I do suggest you read His Favorite Distraction first! ●○●○●○●○● Enzo Marconi is Dominic Moretti's right-hand man-lethal, serious, and as intimidating as they come. Lucy Winters is a whirlwind of laughter, endless charm, and dangerously persistent flirtation. When Lucy sets her sights on Enzo, the stoic enforcer finds his carefully controlled world turned upside down by a woman who refuses to back down. She challenges his silence with her sunshine and warmth, and he meets her fire with his gruff protectiveness. But when enemies threaten the fragile peace between them, they must decide if their reckless hearts can survive a world that demands they stay apart. ●○●○●○●○● Dominic stared. "You're freaking out." "No," I said. "I'm thinking." "About?" "About where to get the safest crib on the market. And bulletproof nursery windows. And how fast I can replace the locks on Lucy's apartment. Again." Dominic blinked. Then grinned. "Oh, you're really in it now." "I'd die for her," I said, very simply. "But I'd kill for that baby." Dominic whistled low. "Jesus. You're already nesting." "I am not." "You absolutely are. You're one Pinterest board away from painting a nursery." "I don't know what Pinterest is." "Liar." ●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 22,843

❝ "Please... please, please," I whine into his mouth, broken and needy. He smirks against my lips, savouring my desperation. "Please what, pretty girl? Hm? Talk to me- I know you can." ❞ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ At Novae Vale, secrets aren't kept. They're traded. After a year lost to grief, Scarlett Cheslyn-Arden steps through the iron gates of the world's most elite academy and straight into the shadows of the Order, a society where favours have teeth and debts are written in blood. Win the Trials and you earn a single promise powerful enough to crown a king or ruin a family. She's ice-poised, untouchable, determined to survive on her own terms. He's heat-Xavier Caelum, her brother's best friend, her fiancé to be, a walking sin with lazy smiles and razor edges. They're paired for the Trials, bound by rules that make desire dangerous and silence compulsory. Underground fights thrum beneath the pool house. Poker nights hum with champagne and lies. There are masks, messages, and the kind of parties where music vibrates through your bones. In the dark between competitions, their banter turns sharp, their glances turn heavy, and touch becomes a promise neither of them should make. To win the Blood Credit, Scarlett must play the Order's game-clever, ruthless, unafraid. To keep her heart, she should stay away from Xavier. But when power tastes like his mouth and safety looks a lot like his hands on her waist, restraint starts to feel like a losing strategy. A sensual, slow-burn elite dark romance about found family, forbidden desire, and the cost of choosing your own fate-where every secret has a price, and every kiss is a risk.

She looks at him like he is her savior He looks at her as if she the delicate bud of a flower Together they are in a dance of the dandelion ----- Luelle Winters always had one thing on her mind. Ballet. Her dream was to get a scholarship to the royal ballet academy and become the next prima ballerina. All she ever wanted to do was to just live her simple life, but things take a turn when she meets him. Adrik Romanov. Adrik Romanov only ever knew hate, he only ever let his head lead him never his heart. But his plans of underground fighting for the rest of his life take a turn when he meets her. Luelle Winters. ----- They are complete opposites to each other. One harbors hate and the other love. Will their love transcend through all or will it crumble? ----- PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I APOLOGIZE

"You think I haven't noticed you before?" He asks, out of the blue, turning his head as he watches my facial expressions with amusement, leaning back into his chair, unbothered. I stare at him, trying to cover the shock displayed on my face, but he still caught my reaction, smirking. How could he have noticed me before? Does that mean he... knows? "When?" I ask, my voice trembling under his sharp gaze. "The first day of year 10. You had your hair out, with a cute little headband on. You also wore a pink hoodie with that short ass white skirt." He spoke, looking up at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember exactly what I wore on the first day of school. How could he have possibly remembered what I wore on the first day of school? It's been a year! "How did you?-" I begin to question but he cuts me off. "Who wouldn't remember a pretty thing like you? You're beautiful." ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Amelia Raven always had feelings for him. She always grew red as she watched him talking with his friends. Her feelings had grew and she wanted to get closer to him but never had the courage to. Asher Anderson always watched her every move, amusement glistening in his eyes as he watched her turn the corner to hide away from him. He began to grow interest in her and demanded the principle to set up tutoring sessions with her. From then on, his interest for her only grew. ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Silent Heartthrob by Heavenlyxn 🦢

---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆," 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆. "𝑺𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓." 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏. ---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- Stella Kingston has survived more than most ever could-trauma, fear, and a past that refuses to stay buried. So when her brother's best friend, Jeremy-the same man who once couldn't stand her-finds her bloodied and shaking in the middle of the road, something in him snaps. All the hatred disappears. Replaced by one thought: Who the hell did this to her? Jeremy was never a good man. Morally grey. Possessive. Dangerous. But for Stella? He'll become something far worse. Because whoever broke her... will burn. And he'll make sure of it. ---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- ⚜️TROPES: mafia, enemies to lovers, touch her and die, he falls first (and harder), possessive MMC, trauma, obsession ⚠️ Content warnings: PLEASE SEE INSIDE FOR GRAPHIC CONTENT DESCRIPTION #1 in SCARS, LANGUAGE, MENTALHOSPITAL, MENTALINSTITUTION, BROTHERS BES

I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

a high school grumpy x sunshine book written to make you feel good ♡

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School