𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

"You're the fucking reason why we've got left!" he shouted "Oh, I'm the reason!?" he groaned out of frustration, running his hand through his hair. "didn't I just said you were?" "fuck you!" I shot back, throwing sand at him. he glared before running after me, catching up fast. his hands grabbed my waist, pushing me down into the sand. our eyes locked, breaths heavy. the anger on his face was clear. my bikini top had slipped, with my nipple exposing me. "don't fucking play with me, indigo," he said voice low, fixing my bikini top before pulling away. his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer before he stood up. --- 𝐓𝐖𝐎 rival swimmers who can't stand each other... 𝐎𝐍𝐄 college trip to a deadly deserted island. When their constant bickering gets them left behind in the middle of a storm, they're forced to stay together on an island for 365 days. A year together of 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, and 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 that were always there.. but was just hidden #1 swimmers #1 romancefanfiction - 🌊🦀🐬; - 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 - 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 - 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑E SCENES -𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Stunning and newly divorced, Jade Abara is living a peaceful life happily avoiding the male species to the best of her ability. But due to her circumstances and catching the eyes of two handsome strangers, things are about to change.

❝Allow me to show you the art of using a gun, bellissima.❞ he murmurs, his warm breath caressing my flushed skin. 𝜗𝜚 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈 hails from a dark family, yet she remains the women of sunshine in their eyes. Her burning desire is to become a successful lawyer, following in her dead mother's footsteps, rather than resorting to guns and bathing in warm blood like the rest of her family. With her intelligence and unwavering determination, her dream is within arm's reach. However, everything crumbles when she is forced into a marriage for the sake of her father's business and her protection. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 is the son of the Italian mafia and the soon-to-be leader. He embodies ruthlessness, coldness, and danger. He takes lives in the blink of an eye, relishing in the torment of his victims until they plead for death. To ascend as the leader, he requires a wife - and then he comes across her. Will Jamilah be able to stand by his side as he rises to power, or will she be consumed by the same darkness that drives him? Two 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 and one 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

A book containing mini series, short stories and one shots of your relationship with the King of Pop, himself. As you read along, I'd like for you all to visualize each imagine. By doing so, I'll know that my mission to have a successful book will be fulfilled. Enjoy! ♡ {Created March 29th, 2015} 2k16 MJFA's Finalist 2k17 MJFA's Finalist/Winner Copyright ©

"You're a tempest.... A violent windstorm. You ruin everything you touch, and you don't give a single damn about it. You're the reason why storms are named after people". Chresanto August had always managed to fall into the bad boy stereotype, you know, the mysterious past, and toned body with maybe a piercing or two and a couple tattoos. Of course, he's got a temper and walks the neighborhood streets and high school hallways like he owns the place. Chresanto's only ever met one person who could handle his personality, one person who could actually make him happy, and his name was Axel. Everything was perfect for Chresanto, until Axel died. Chresanto was never the one to mope and cry, he was the one to move on and forget, but he can't do that when one night, he runs into a boy who looks exactly like his dead boyfriend. He's never seen him before, well technically he has, because the boy who looks like Axel is a spitting image of him, he just goes by the name of Jacob Perez. Chresanto has never met Axel's twin brother, and it's apparent that Axel never talked about Chresanto to Jacob because Jacob Perez has no idea who Chresanto August is. So the question is; what happens now? Copyright: ForeverMindless247 2k16

Placed in a mental hospital for obvious reasons, Kyra is convinced she doesn't belong. She is normal. One man changes her whole perspective on everything. Jacob "Princeton" Perez.

"You ugly black bitch, fuck out of my face." I took off my earrings and put my hair in a ponytail. "Would you mind repeating yourself?" "I said you ugly bl--" She didn't even get the words "black bitch" out of her mouth, I started making this hoe eat bricks.

Hamartia hah•mahr•tee•uh (n.) 1. A tragic or fatal flaw. Jacob Perez is eighteen years of age. He likes to smoke and get drunk occasionally, but most importantly; he likes to keep to himself. Yes, like all stories, Jacob will come out of his shell and he will speak to the friendly, optimistic seventeen year old Chresanto August. Yes, they will become somewhat friends, even though Jacob will deny it every chance he gets.... And yes, they will date. However, it's the little things that will soon get in between their relationship. It's Jacob's foggy background, and his way of thinking, and his secret eating disorder. See, it's just Jacob in general. The word to describe him is hamartia. He's a hamartia. He's a flaw. Chresanto hasn't come to terms with Jacob being a walking hamartia, but Jacob has, and he seems to be okay with it all. *Copyright: ForeverMindless247 2k14*