The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

We've all heard about 'the main character'. The type of person who lives through the most dramatic and improbable situations, and finds the kind of epic romance you only see in works of fiction. Which makes you think about how unrealistic love like that is. I used to think the same thing until I met him. Until I met 'the bad boy' that, as it turns out, wasn't that bad at all, just simply...a boy. A boy with an easy smile, a charming personality and looks so enticing that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him if I tried. A boy whose shoulders were starting to slump with the weight of his past and his family. A boy who believed that the only way to survive was by putting a lock on his heart and chaining it down to a place so deep inside of him that no one could ever reach it again. A boy who, for reasons I'll never comprehend, placed the key inside my palm and didn't shy away when I tried to free his hidden heart from its restraints. A boy who made me the main character of my own story. A story I never want to forget, and which begged to be put on paper. This is that story. ~~~ #1 love triangle 8/26/2019 #1 teen romance 11/4/2019 #1 mystory 7/27/2020 #1 teen drama 9/9/2020 #1 goodgirl 9/12/2020 Cover by @alexandramar1e Contains swearing and mature language.

The city never sleeps, but neither does a man with a deadline written in blood. In the shadows of Las Vegas, behind the smoke and the neon, Paxton Wolfe rules an empire built on secrets and fear. To the world, he's a casino mogul-untouchable, ruthless, impossible to know. To the ones who whisper in the dark, he's something far older. Alpha. Predator. A man bound by the oldest law his kind has ever known: find your mate before your thirtieth birthday, or lose your strength, your power... your life. Time is running out. With enemies closing in and betrayal circling like vultures, Paxton doesn't have the luxury of wanting-he needs. Needs the one woman who can anchor the storm inside him, the one bond strong enough to keep his pack and his empire from collapsing into ruin. But finding her in a city built on lies is dangerous. Keeping her alive will be worse. When Ripley steps into his path-sweet, stubborn, and blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding in plain sight-Paxton knows two things instantly: she's his...and she's in more danger than she can possibly imagine. The moment their worlds collide, she becomes the target. The pawn. The prize everyone wants to claim. He'll protect her. Possess her. Break anyone who tries to take her. But time is slipping through his fingers, and the line between salvation and obsession is razor-thin. In Las Vegas, the house always wins. Paxton Wolfe intends to make sure that house...is him. Highest Ranks- #1 in Werewolf on August 8, 2014 #1 in Humor on August 10, 2014 #1 in #Goodgirl on November 19, 2025

I cower away from him, folding in on myself when he looms over me, water cascading down his neck and over his chest. I cover my hands over my most intimate areas but he just glares down at me. He snatches my hands away so he can fully see me. "You've made the mistake of letting me touch you on the roof that night. Now you're well and truly f**ked, baby." I know then that I truly am. *** I was just suppose to go to college. I was just suppose to make a few friends and get out of my shell. I was just suppose to got to class and get good grades. I was never suppose to meet him because since him, my whole world has f**cking flipped on its axis. *** This is a semi dark college new adult romance that contains numerous triggers (see further in authors note) viewers discretion is advised (18+) Best rankings; #1 in Dark Romance 🏅 22/4/21 #1 in Scholar 🏅 21/10/21 - Present

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Ever since her mother's death, Adelaide Emelry has been living with her abusive father, who also happens to be the king of Soleria. Despite living in a royal palace, Adelaide didn't exactly have the easiest life. On her 18th birthday, she finds out she is to marry their enemy of 130 years, Dominic Alsvera, also known as the God of War. Will she find happiness or will her world become worse than it already is? Warning: mature content [EDITING]

"As I passionately kiss your lips and breathe all of you in, release your pain to me; let me inhale it and let my soothing touch heal your broken soul. -------- What starts as soft glares and innocent forehead kisses turns into something more carnal, deeper and wickedly tempting to explore. She isn't looking for true love, a concept she has given up on searching for. What her soul burns for is a man's touch to set her body ablaze and consume her completely in a whirlwind of intense pleasure and ecstasy. He desires a vibrant woman to do all the wickedly sinful things burning in his mind to, one who can unleash the dominant beast in him and torture sensually with all the pleasure he has to offer. She seems to be all he's ever needed and maybe someone whose heart he can heal and stitch back in place piece by piece until it can beat hard in her chest again and say his name. But nothing ever comes on a silver platter, especially with loads of drama and misfortunes tailing each one of them from sources closer than they could ever imagine. ⚠︎Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mentions of sexual assault, mild language, drama and is a slowburn

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

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