"Does it feel good knowing I'd kill for you, Jamilyn?" *** Upon the passing of her grandfather, Jamilyn Caswell, moves back to Forks, Washington to aid her grandmother. What she didn't expect was to have a new found attraction for their burly green-eyed, and tattooed neighbor. *Currently being heavily edited* [[word count: 69,000-74,000]] Highest Rankings: #1 in summertoremember #1 in corruption #1 in surfing #2 in hot guys

I opened my mouth maybe to say it was okay, maybe to ask something but the words died when he suddenly leaned across the console, cupping my face between his large, calloused hands. "I missed you," he murmured, almost like he hated admitting it. Then his mouth crashed onto mine. I gasped, his lips fierce and claiming, his body crowding into mine as if he needed to consume me. His kiss wasn't soft it was hungry, demanding everything I had to give. . . . Issa Andrews is beyond excited to start her first semester at Redwood University. Naïve, bright-eyed, and full of hope, that's how most would describe her. She has dreams of her own, goals she's determined to chase. But when a certain boxer crosses her path, will everything she's worked for come crashing down?

Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

❝He's looking at me with wide eyes, flushed face and body completely tense, as he puts his hands in front of him and crawls to the spot I pointed at. I put my boot clad foot on his shoulder to stop his movements, then plant it back on the floor. "Kiss it."❞ ─── ❦ ─── 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 is the leader of the dangerous Profati mafia, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 is a shy teacher who finds himself desperate to escape the claws of his deranged family. When she abducts her childhood best friend from his wedding, Nevan's foolish enough to think being her captive is her way of protecting him. But Helena has much more sadistic purposes for him. And she knows just how to make him vow himself to her unaware of what truly awaits. Enter a world of reckless vows and binding chains with this extraordinary duo in 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘸𝘴 by AddieBookss ♤ Dual POV ♤ Bad girl × Good boy ♤ Reverse Dark Romance ♤ Mild BDSM

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

In the mist-soaked town of Coastal Hollow, everyone knows everyone-or at least they think they do. Cal Bennett is a ghost in a tailored suit. By day, he's a corporate security consultant with a penthouse view and a bank account to match. By night, he trades cufflinks for leather and vanishes down winding coastal roads on a matte-black motorcycle no one knows he owns. He's a man with two lives-and no room for error. Elizabeth "Elle" Jameson is everything soft in a town worn down by storms. The 21-year-old nursing student pours lattes by day and studies by night, dreaming of escape but clinging to the comfort of routine. Then the biker starts showing up. Quiet. Watchful. Kind in small ways. And he keeps coming back. What Elle doesn't know is that she's already met him-twice. Once behind the safety of her coffee counter, and once behind the polished façade of his professional world. Cal swore he'd never let the two lives meet. In a town where secrets don't stay buried, obsession always demands a reckoning.

"Are you suggesting we have an 'enemies with benefits' relationship? Because I'd hate it if you fell for me. I'd never feel the same way for you," I taunted. "That would never happen. This is purely physical. And you can call this pact whatever the hell you want, Monroe. I don't care," he uttered, as he abruptly stuffed my blouse into my mouth. "If you don't want the whole plane to hear how hard I'm fucking you, best bite down hard. Because I'm not going to hear begging. I'm warning you that now." Gulping, I obeyed and took a deep breath. In one swift, two-fingered plunge, he tore through my insides. The scream in my throat hummed in my chest as my hips jerked up and my eyes rolled back, pleasure rising like a tempest inside me. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Ivy Monroe's world shatters the day her father is caught embezzling millions from Hazard industries. But the stolen money isn't the only price to be paid. To settle his debts, Ivy is handed over to the one man who despises her existence: Zade Hazard. A ruthless billionaire. A single father. A man who holds no mercy. To him, she is nothing more than collateral. A living, breathing reminder of her father's betrayal. Bound to his every command, Ivy becomes his personal servant, trapped in a hell of his making. But as the days blur into nights, something shifts. The cold stares last a little too long. The cruel punishments turn into something else entirely. Hatred was easy. Obsession? Inevitable. But love? That was never part of the deal. Now, in a dangerous game where power and desire intertwine, Ivy must decide. Can she escape the grip of the man who owns her, or has she already fallen too deep?

Two Omegas, one pack, a love forbidden by law. Locked up in the omega facility for thirteen years, Sadie's lost hope she'll ever find a mate when Jake appears bruised and bleeding at her door. While Sadie fights the ghosts of her past, Jake is unwilling to face his future as an Omega, even though he has a pack waiting for him at home. Their blooming relationship is heading straight for disaster, when one of them is due for a heat. Without an alpha a heat can have deadly consequences, but mating with one is a sure way to break two Omega's hearts. "What am I?" "Mine," he hissed. "I want you to be mine." "Then make me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is an mmmfmm omegaverse reverse harem/why choose story - it's also a non-shifter OV. There will be a happy end (at some point). This is intended for 18+ because it will include mature content as the story progresses. Part 1 ends on a cliffhanger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm gonna include trigger warnings as they come up, as I'm still in the process of writing. So far that includes: eating disorder, past abuse, attempted rape (past), dub con, and if you feel something should be mentioned, that I didn't, please let me know and I'll include it.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 Nineteen year olds should be living their lives like it's their last but not Wuraola. Wura has never set foot outside her home since she was born and she has no desire to especially if everything that her mother tells her about the world is true. An insecure mother who loves her too much, a crack head brother who hates her too much, her sarcastic nurse who she has a strong dislike for and her mouthy hairdresser who tells her about her failing marriage are the only people she knows. Gianni Ricci is an Italian multi billionaire. Tino Ricci is a university professor. Two men who hate each other. Both men have heavy secrets and no remorse for anything. They find Wuraola and they want to keep her for themselves . They will keep her for themselves, no matter the consequences. No matter what.

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.