HEA ✔ no OWD/cheating 7 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 7 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 7 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨' 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘼𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. He's the boss of the Russian Bratva seeking a glorified retribution for his father and Bratva. Her past belongs to the Italians whom she worked for and held a high position. But now she's a regular Cambridge graduate of medical school ready to play in the field... but maybe a similar field to his. A doctor is just what he's searching for. And there's an undeniable connection from the moment he set eyes on her. Despite her past being erased from existence completely, there's a trail of blood behind her with every step she takes. And people are noticing. The truth may shatter his illusion of her. It'll shatter him even more. But it's okay, as long as she can heal him. Rankings it has got: #3 fiction- 20/05/23 #25 money #133 secrets #93 mentalhealth #45 mobboss #17 lovers Copyright © 2022 by euphoric

Archer. He is the person everyone wants to be. But when Charolette Hesterman moves into the same dorm as him, things don't go as expected.

Souline Sinclair. On the outside, she's a bucket full of sunshine, on the inside, she feels lonely, isolated, miserable. When her parents die from a terrible plane crash, she decides she wants to move to Chicago for a new start. She then meets Kayden Chase. Just like Souline, he wears a mask. He looks intimidating, uninterested, frightening, but in reality, he just hasn't found anything he wants to live for. Does two negatives make a positive in their story?

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? | Mature Content within | -Mature sexual scenes -Mature language -Violence

A person can only handle so much pain. I've been through a lot in my 17 years on this shithole we call Earth. But yet I'm still here. Yes by choice. Because A part of me always wanted to prove people wrong. My life may be one of the worst yes. But I wouldn't want to trade with anyone else because not everyone can go through so much and still be here. However a bigger part of me still wants to just end it. Because what if everyone was right? That I'll be stuck like this forever. Broken. But everyday I feel more confident about being able to prove everyone wrong. Ever since I met him... -Camila Martinez #5- lost (9/25/21) #26- interesting (11/7/21)

~In which a girl named Eris meets a boy named Killian.~ ... Killian was looking at me through hooded eyes, scanning my attire. "What are you wearing?" He asked. His tone was defensive, showing he wasn't sure how to act. "Nothing, why? You don't like it?" I asked innocently. "Eris, you look delicious. Take it off." ⚠️ Trigger Warning; mentions of rape and abuse.⚠️

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer

Meet Christina Henderson, owner of Sweet Tooth Café where she runs the things she loves. Living her dreams and running her Café is Tina's priority. Baking and serving coffee are her routines that having a social life is not on her daily list. Not until she meets Blake Stanford. Sole heir of the multi-million conglomerate, Blake Stanford runs Stanford Empire after his Grandfather's wishes. He is New York's Workaholic Bachelor that whatever he wants he gets. He never left any work that can be done for the day and that makes his employees fear Him. He loves to be in control both in business and in bed. ------------------------------------------- "Can I get a taste, My Sweet" she heard the deep voice before looking up to a pair of striking blue eyes that is solely directed to her. Tina muffles a gasp and stares at the man before her. "Right Here?" she asked. The man smirks and before she could utter a protest captured her lips and tasted her. A sweet, passionate and addicting kiss. Tina wants more but the man pulled away too soon and said two words that held Tina forever. "My Sweet" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MATURE CONTENT R18+

"You know what?" James asks. "What?" "You weren't as bad a kisser as I thought you would be." I shove him playfully and he grabs my hands and pins me against a subway column. I eye him intriguely, my breath catching in my throat. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "I would even do it again." Running my hands through his hair, I go on my tiptoes, and before kissing him, I whisper, "So would I." This kiss is even better than our first. At some point our train passes. "Whoops," I say happily. "Yeah, whoops," James responds, amused. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, not breaking our kiss. At some point our train comes again and James carries me on. Our car is empty, and we stretch out on the seats, me sitting on top of him. He starts to gently bite my neck, while placing his hands on the small of my back, pulling me closer.

"I don't believe we've met" I jump, turning around and dropping the glass I had only just picked up. I awaited the sound of glass breaking, but nothing came. "And you are" his voice was deep laced with a beautiful french accent. My glass was in his hand, and he leaned lazily against the counter. My breath caught. Dark hair, close to black, and these piercing blue eyes stared at me, awaiting an answer. this was bad, really bad