"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Have you ever wished to be a fly on the wall? To eavesdrop on late-night whispers, witness heated arguments, and watch as bonds quietly form? Imagine gaining access to secrets only a select few are privy to. Embrace your inner spy and flutter along as two young adults navigate not just a new connection, but the raw emotions that come with it. Just don't let them see you. Some things just aren't meant for anyone else to know. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan tried to keep things simple. Her days were a loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She used to claim she valued her comfort, avoiding the truth that change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Sleep, solitude, and snacks were her favorite S-words to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and mind his own business. With his intimidating presence and emotionless exterior, he was a walking 'Caution' sign. He didn't waste energy on anything unnecessary and only did what he wanted. It was rare to capture his attention, and nearly impossible to get under his skin. So what's he to do when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't know he had? Keep her close, of course.

!W A R N I N G! I have not edited this book and had no business writing it when I wrote it, but ts is messy so if you like tea and occasionally being confused this book is perfect for you. When Gianna signed up for married at first sight, she went in the experiment with an open mind and need for change. Only becoming Sebastien Moretti's wife was way more than she could have possibly bargained for. •|• •|• Trigger Warning ‼️‼️Book may contain touching subjects as self harm, suicide, violence, and mature themes. Read at your own risk! Enjoy 😉

"Cora." He called, eyes caressing my face in a way that I so badly wanted for his fingers to instead. "Tell me to stop." I gulped, the words frozen on the tip of my tongue. "Cora, tell me now." He repeated, growing more agitated as his gaze moved down to my mouth. "I can't." I said honestly, shoulders dropping in defeat. That was the only confirmation he needed before he crashed his lips to mine. *** The story of a girl who's been putting up a wall for as long as she can remember, and a boy who will stop at nothing until he brings it down.

- 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮r 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 🤎

Fairytale kind of love... It's a mystery to Destiny, her dating history isn't the best example of fairytale love, honestly, it was never 'love' to begin with. After her recent boyfriend proved that love will never occur in her life, she decides to make her senior year of college, all about self-love. Which she truly did in the beginning, but that was until Trevor Walker decided differently. Destiny and Trevor have been in each other's lives since the beginning. They loathed each other from the start as well. Him always being a jerk to her, but that was just the way he was. But, the real truth was he never knew how to express his love for her. Now, the love is stronger than it's ever been and he will stop at anything to be with her.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

"I beg you give me a private show now." He asks with a grin spread across his mouth. "Anything you desire." I reply looking into his eyes. In one swift motion he lifts me off my feet effortlessly and puts me on his desk. "You sure you wanna do this. I really don't mind if your not ready." He says kissing on my neck and around my ear. "I want you now."

Jules: A year ago, I had it all. The perfect job, the perfect life, and the perfect fiancé. Christian Allister Lukov was the most insufferable, arrogant, yet deadly charming man I knew. A manipulative and intelligent liar disguised in Tom Ford suits. One I fell in love with. Fate threw us together and I mistook his deception for love once. I refused to make the same mistake again. But it just took one little disaster for me to run back into his arms. I desperately needed a date to my brother's wedding, unfortunately, my options were limited. With a family that pounced at the first taste of drama, my broken engagement had become my dirty little secret, and when time came for me to bring a date to the wedding, I was left with no other choice. Christian knew his way around the world, he knew how to make people love him and hate him. I learned my lesson and I would always choose the latter. But in desperate need of a fake fiancé that my family would adore, I made yet another bargain with Christian Lukov. But there were conditions to everything, even love. ... Christian: I may have lost Jules a year ago, but I still had it all. Somewhere between meeting my little sister's annoying best friend and then hiring her years later to become my assistant, I had fallen in love with Jules Evangeline Declan. I would have given the world to be with her but Jules was the one to throw away everything we'd built. When she came back to me a year later, demanding to put a ring on my finger again, I had my suspicions. But I was an opportunist and there was no rest for the wicked. Ever since Jules walked out of my life, I'd been a mess. I lost a fiancé, maybe even the love of my life, but I also lost a perfectly capable employee. One I desperately needed back. I knew my way around the world, I knew how to make people fear me and hate me. But nothing mattered when it came to Jules, I would do anything to have her in my life again in any damn way, even lie.

"I saved your life Kleine, how are you going to repay me," Elias Schneider said to the poor girl. "I-I-I-I never asked you to save me," Jendayi stammered out while biting her lip to prevent herself from breaking down in tears. He grabbed her by her throat roughly and squeeze it enough to lock off her oxygen. "Oh but if I didn't you wouldn't be here now would you." Tears ran down her dark skin as she struggled to breathe.

Switch your normal high school with a boarding school for troubled youths and the 'it' boys with two unnervingly gorgeous mental cases. Don't forget the students are crazy and half the staff have secrets darker than anyone would expect. Then you get Redwood Academy. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result. But whoever is murdering the students one by one only expects one thing. That the new girl, Olivia Mitchell, will get the blame. At a school full of psychopaths, everyone is a suspect.