Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton

▪▪▪ 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

(18+ EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT) ***this book contains vulgar language, violence, obsessive behaviour, mental disorders and other content that may be very sensitive to some readers**** ----READ AT OWN RISK---- Sin ' Devil ' Grey, a killing machine, merciless, a psychopath are all the words they call him. A monster that enjoys watching people suffer. The ring was his escape, where he went to run away from his demon's and haunting past. But its only for so long that he can run away from himself...... Luna Winters a stubborn girl who has a dark past that turned her into what she is, she has walls built very high that no one's ever dared to break. What happens when she finds herself having to pay a debt that's not even hers but will cost her her life. What happens when these two collide in the most scandalous way ever and she uncovers dark and terrifying secrets that tell her exactly why they called him "Devil". Find out what happens when the she two paths collide in a very dangerous world of blood, pain and sorrow. in a WARZONE _______________________ Highest rankings: #7 sexy #4 desire #6 lust #99 love #8 mafia #16 lover

"The only thing i want from you is to see your name under mine when the race is over." "Pretty sure you want me under you more than you want that." ✼ When the ground starts crumbling for F1's promising young talent, Olivia Reyes, and last season's reigning World Champion, Lando Norris, their teams partner up with a solution: a PR relationship. There's just a tiny problem: they can't stand each other. ✼ Determined, passionate, extreme. Formula 1 has never been this intense before. The stakes are high and the entire world is watching. ✼ MATURE CONTENT ✼ · HIGHEST RANKINGS · #1 IN LANDO #1 IN FORMULAONE #1 IN MCLAREN #1 IN FERRARI

✯✯✯ Ares Romano craved blood. He was everything dangerous, he was cold hearted and everything bad to describe him. He is the don of the Italian Mafia, with that being said what he craved more than blood was the death of Scarlett Knight. Scarlett Knight didn't think before she killed someone. She was next in line for her to be donna of the American Mafia but she had to get married before she received that title. Even though her life seem almost decent she just needed one thing; Ares Romano six feet under the ground. ✯✯✯ ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ *NOT edited *Mature themes *Any image used in this story is not mine Read at your own risk.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 #𝟭 He brought his other hand in between my legs moving himself against me more, as he was holding me in place with the other. I gasped arching away as he lined himself with my entrance. "No-" I moved away, but he didn't let me go far as he was holding me tightly. "I need you Lilah-" he heaved attaching his mouth back onto mine pushing me towards the wall behind me. "I need to be inside you, so my anxiety attack can go away" he pushed my back onto the cold wall. My back arching my stomach touching his. "Let me fuck you mommy" ❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦ Ryder Hale A gang leader a dangerous guy a "bad boy" but not really as after he starts hanging around Lilah he will show that he's not actually as bad as he pretends to be, he's a sweetheart and has mental issues that only she can cure. ---------- Lilah Rosalin A normal girl not dangerous quit fun to hang around, a lot of guy friends, started developing feelings for her best friends enemy, reads a lot and sometimes makes Ryder read with her, does not mind spending a lot of time with Ryder when he needs her;) Not edited so don't even start with me. (TO BE EDITED IN THE FUTURE)

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

"I thought we were doing math?" My voice is strained as he sucks at the sensitive part of my neck, his hand wandering in between my legs. "I thought I would tutor you in the human anatomy first." I gasp as he continues his trail of kisses down my body. "Let me please you." ------ Ebony Grayson Captain of the Bridgewater Bee's volleyball team. Team player. Everyone knew of Ebony Grayson, the party animal, the girl destined to get a sporting scholarship for one of the big universities. Until she's threatened with being kicked off the team after two failed maths tests. It was all beginning to go wrong. She needed a tutor. And fast. Alexander Rivers. An introverted certified genius. Didn't like the big crowds, instead you could find him with a book or his chessboard. So when he's asked to be the tutor of someone the complete opposite of him- extroverted, confident- he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how he could possibly tutor her. Not until he saw her alone, when it was just the two of them in the library. Alexander saw a whole new side of Ebony. Two teenagers, complete opposites one another. But we all know the saying, opposites attract.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘑𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. *** My initial plan is to get far away from here. I emphasize on the word 'initial', because I'm on my way to hop on a plane and do exactly that, but that's when I see her. And suddenly nothing else matters but her. Not even my escape. I silently watch her, the sole sight of her awakening my most urgent, terrifying needs. This girl could make me lose my mind. Well, what's left of it. And the moment she makes the first move? It seals her fate. My obsession. My sunshine. Mine. *** /!\ DARK ROMANCE /!\ Tropes: - Dual POVs - Stalker romance - He fell first and he fell harder - Anti-hero and morally bad MMC - Secret identity - Small town Trigger warnings: - Graphic sex scenes: dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism, unprotected sex, oral sex (received and given), primal play, public sex, drunk sex, edge play, begging kink, praising kink, spiting kink - Stalking, manipulation, blood, sequestration, murder and description of previous murders, mention of accidental deaths - The MMC is very familiar with the foster system and mental institutions This story is twisted, with unethical behaviors. So if you're not comfortable with any topic mentioned above, this one might not be for you. And remember, this is only fiction. Have fun and enjoy!

"𝐉𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞" I whisper against her lips, only needing to shift an inch to press my lips against hers. Her eyes peek up at me and she portrays a delicate smile at me "What'd you say?" I wish for you to be mine. "Birthday wishes aren't meant to be spoken out loud or they won't become true pretty girl" I mumble - ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄- Sunshine with a heart of pure gold, she spends her days running her family's café/bookstore, forever enchanted by the aroma of aged pages and freshly brewed coffee. But lately, another scent lingers with her just as strongly-the trace of his cologne whenever he comes in for his usual. He shows up four times a week, always at the same hour, never offering more than his order. And now, she's made it her quiet mission: to draw him into conversation, and maybe, just maybe, make him more than just a customer ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄-He was known for his reputation and feared for his precision, a presence that carried weight in every corner of the room. As the grandson of Guillaume Orville, he led the Obsidian 7, a crew that moved through Brooklyn like the city itself belonged to them. Ferocious, calculated, untouchable-everyone knew the Orvilles didn't miss. Yet, despite all that power, his gaze kept returning to a cafe employee, a quiet anomaly in a world where no one would expect the heir of a mob dynasty to take notice of something so... ordinary.