**Mature content | R18** Isabelle Winiata never thought her life would spiral. Then, her flatmates set the bathroom on fire and blamed her for it. Now she's starting over somewhere new, somewhere daunting... living with her best friend's older brother. Alex Kennedy is thirty-two. Disciplined. Controlled. Completely untouchable. Until Isabelle walks through his door. She's impulsive. He's restrained. And one night changes everything. Isabelle thinks she is alone... until Alex comes home and finds her exactly where he shouldn't. That is all it takes to blur every line between them.

*Being Published in 2022* ❝You can't deny that you're attracted to me, Nyx. Instead of fighting it, let's see what happens,❞ he grumbled, hands roaming my body. His thumb brushed my bottom lip. ❝Open up for me, baby.❞ -------------------------------------------------------- Nyx just can't seem to escape her eternal night, the very darkness she was named after. She tries to play her cards right, however, the outcome is a paradox. Whilst she obtains the results she wanted, it comes at the expense of some of her relationships. Angry at the world, her hatred is ravenous for none other than Beckham Hunt, captain of the ice hockey team. Beckham loathes Nyx Taylor after what she's done, that much he is certain of. Nobody boils his blood as she does and when she's hired to assist his team during championship season, he discerns that there's more to her story than meets the eye. She was always the villain in his story. But, suddenly she's the plot twist he never saw coming. Each glare and scowl and insult piles up, put under tremendous pressure by their mutual hatred. Yet, peeking through their fury clouded vision, they find the centre of their relationship blazing. Like two rival stars gravitating towards each other, Nyx and Beckham can do nothing when the law of attraction forces them to accept that passion doesn't always mean hatred, but perhaps something more. [word count: 157,189]

[18+ ENEMIES TO LOVERS COLLEGE ROMANCE] In which two competitive culinary students get under each other's skin in all the right ways. * * * ʙᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ (ɴᴏᴜɴ): ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇꜱᴇʟꜰ. Summer Westley and Ashton Banks have three things in common: they both attend the same culinary school, they both want to be the best, and they both drive each other completely crazy. A determined spitfire of a girl and an arrogant devil of a boy, thrust into a storm brimming with conflict and craving right from the bitter beginning. Fighting each other, their hunger, and the ghosts that haunt their past and present, Summer and Ashton soon realize that pushing down emotions can only last for so long until they boil over. And sour first impressions can leave the sweetest of aftertastes. ────────────────────── Contains mature themes - read intro for details 📚Featured on reading lists: @TeenFiction - Friend/Foe to Love, 18 Romance Stories We Are Obsessed With @Romance - Enemies/Friends Highest rankings: #1 Slow Burn #1 Drama #1 Enemies to Lovers #1 College Romance #3 Young Adult #3 Chemistry #3 Fiction #6 College #7 Love Story #10 Mature #12 Feelings #13 Steamy #17 Love #19 Teen Fiction

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

He's the NHL star with a cold reputation--she's the spark that could melt it all. All Lilah wants to do is keep her head down, finish her online college course, chase her dreams of becoming a baker, and survive. But when a photo caught at the wrong time with the NHL's newest star, Cole Becker, goes viral, she's suddenly thrust into the limelight--exactly where she doesn't want to be. And when the person she tried so hard to escape from resurfaces because of her new popularity, Lilah has no choice to run to the safety of fame and Cole Becker as his fake-girlfriend. Because no one can lay a finger on the newest sweetheart of hockey, can they? But Cole makes her feel things she's never felt before and she wants nothing but to be loved by the boy that makes her feel beautiful and safe. Cole Becker needs an out, and fast. A stupid rumor built on absolutely nothing is threatening to destroy the reputation he's barely built. He's only a few games into his rookie NHL season and already he's been nicknamed the NHL's "Ice King;" scary, domineering, and arrogant. So when Lilah crashes her way into his world, he has no choice but to fake-date her, to both help his reputation, and to help the girl who's already got him wrapped around her finger. He wants to show her she's worthy of love. She wants to be loved by him. And when the lines between real and fake start to blur, Lilah has to let go of the secrets in her past holding her down and let herself love the goalie. But someone is lurking in the shadows, ready to steal Lilah away from the life she's tried so hard to build. Past Rankings: #1: cinderellastory #1: hockeyromance #4: loveatfirstsight #2: minnesota #2: waitress #1: slowburn #1: shygirl

Arya Rycroft is everything the world hadn't managed to corrupt-yet. At twenty-four, she is a brilliant doctor with steady hands and a heart that still believes in mercy. She stitches wounds no one else will touch. She whispers reassurances to the dying. She believes every life is worth saving. Until the night she saves a man who has ended hundreds. Nikolai Salvatori is twenty-seven and already sits at the helm of an empire carved from bone and betrayal. Ruthless. Untouchable. Worshipped and feared in equal measure. His name is spoken in lowered voices. His mercy is a myth. He was meant to die on her operating table. Instead, he opens his eyes-and decides she belongs to him. What begins as a debt twists into an obsession. Nikolai doesn't just crave her kindness; he wants to consume it. He wants the light in her eyes when she argues with him. The tremor in her breath when she realizes exactly what he is. He wants to be the only shadow she ever knows. And men like him do not ask. They take . As blood stains the edges of Arya's carefully built world, the lines between protector and predator blur. Nikolai will destroy anyone who dares look at her. He will burn cities, crush rivals, drown the world in violence-if it means she remains untouched. But the most dangerous thing in her life isn't his enemies. It's him. Because loving a monster is one thing. Becoming his is another.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

She is the Communicator of the New Area. The Communicators do the one job other humans are too afraid to do, communicating and preventing violence between wolves and humans. "My name is Alara. I'm the new Communicator. This is my first day. I-" "I know what Communicators are all about," he interrupts. "I've met many over the years. You speak of understanding and cooperation while your guns are loading behind your backs." "That's not-" "Save your diplomatic bullshit for someone who hasn't heard it before." His voice remains calm, which somehow makes it more terrifying. "I want the human who killed one of our own." "We have laws-" "Your laws." The contempt is undisguised now. "Your laws that somehow always find humans innocent of crimes against wolves. Your laws that punish a wolf's defense of territory as aggression. Your laws that treat us as animals when it suits you and as criminals when it doesn't." This is the first book in the series, so please don't expect anything perfect just yet. It's a first draft and a work in progress :)

'I can't wait to grab those tits while you're choking on my cock,' he says, and fuck, my clit pulsed. What the fuck? this shit is turning me on. 'Really? You think you can handle it?' I tease, running my hand over my covered nipple. He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls the fabric away from my clothed breasts. The air kisses my nipples, and they perk up immediately. 'Anisa is going to love that,' I say, even though I desperately need his cock in my mouth, but he needed to make that move. 'I don't want to hear that name. Just the sound of your stifled moans as I hit the back of your throat.' With that, he softly grabbed my hair and pushed my face closer. ──── ୨୧ ──── Leila Rowan thought she had everything until her not so perfect boyfriend, Andrew, betrayed her with her best friend -Anisa and then blackmailed her into silence. Fueled with anger, Nate Voss appears, Andrew's quiet, invisible brother, the glass child no one ever notices-offering her a way out. A plan: revenge. Leila thought she hated Andrew most of all... until she realized Nate's hatred for his brother runs deeper. Nate will steal Anisa from Andrew; Leila will train to beat him at the NASA-level physics contest - together they'll reclaim what Andrew thinks is his. But there's a catch. Nate has never been the guy who knows what to say, how to touch-or how to fuck. To win this game, he needs Leila to teach him how to dirty talk, how to touch a woman so good. He has the looks sure, but does he have the will? And somewhere between lust lessons and stolen touches, revenge stops being the only risky thing on the table. Because Nate isn't just Andrew's brother anymore-he's the one who could ruin her heart... or save it. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ tension Started- August 7th, Finished August 17th

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look