[𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄] ❝Hey,❞ I breathe. My fake husband grabs my hip with a bruising, strong grip. My flesh between his fingers feels like heaven to me. I love provoking him like that. This shy, innocent guy that has no business making me feel such desire. His eyes track my body down nervously, every inch of my skin. I skim his nose slowly with my fingers, pushing his glasses up. His breath hitches. He lets out a raspy moan against my neck when I grind down on his lap through his work slacks. I want him so badly, my body flush against his hard torso. I want all of him. But it's too soon. Too rushed. I can't. - In which Love Harmon, a seductive enigma, enters an unlikely, arranged marriage with Theo Langdon, an innocent, shy analyst. - COMPLETED ✓ - Highest Rankings: [𝟏] nymph [𝟏] nerd [𝟏] goodboybadgirl [𝟏] goodboy [𝟏] nerdboy [𝟏] fakedating [𝟏] opposites [𝟏] oppositesattract [𝟏] tension [𝟏] shyboy #2 badgirlgoodboy #2 virginboy #3 naughty #3 arranged #4 temptation

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 Freya Everson doesn't do relationships. She likes control, fun, and hooking up with men who don't stay long enough to hurt her. After one too many emotionally unavailable disasters, she swore she'd never fall again. No commitments. No expectations. No weakness. Then she meets Jace Vaughn. Her best friend's cousin. Shy. Quiet. A so-called innocent nerd with an angel's face and eyes that linger a second too long on her body. He's not her type, but the more she teases him, pushes him, and tests him, the more she realizes something dangerous. Jace isn't as innocent as he looks. And for the first time, Freya isn't the one in control. What starts as a game turns into something far more consuming than a simple hookup. The question isn't whether Jace can handle Freya. It's whether Freya can handle falling for him. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

I sinned, I suffered, I am Maya Sokolov, the unwanted girl, who should have been at worst. Despite of being an attention seeker I didn't let anyone know the main reason behind it. Its not always what it looks like and that one guy who should have stayed away from me broke through my mask, crushed my ego and made me fall for him only to leave me like others. I can see the disgust in everyone's eyes when they look at me. I am the unwanted twin who should have been dead right from the moment I was threathend. I broke, I stood up. I cared too much that I don't give a fuck at all anymore. I am unwanted? So be it. Ilya Levitsky, my assigned bodyguard who broke my heart and I crushed his. But years later when my marriage is finally decided, I stood there on the Aisle without my groom who ranawy, proving me unwanted again. But this is how he comes in picture again, the man I once loved. By once I think its already understandable that its past. He was smirking and I dived into this threatening fiasco again just to find out why.

❝𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.❞ 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨?

God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲?

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 "HE SET FIRE TO THE WORLD AROUND ME,BUT HE NEVER LET ANY FLAME TOUCH ME " He was wildfire, and I was an icy core, Love was a foreign concept Until he came,Vaughn Morozov The future Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, Driven, relentless, seeking me as his belief. He thinks I'll submit to his commanding gaze, But he underestimates my defiant ways. I'm the storm, the force that can't be tamed, In this world of power, my strength proclaimed. And the beauty of it all, in this perilous line, I guard his back, and he guards mine. Graphics and Cover: @moonlitcloudx

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 -Ethel Cain DAMON: Will snorted. "You really think she killed that dude? She looks too cute. Like, I wanna pinch her cheeks, not call the cops." "She looks cute," I said, eyes narrowing. "Then she opens her mouth." MARY: "I get that there's... something between you two, but he's dangerous." I let out a quiet laugh. If only they knew. If my friends knew about half the shit I'd done, they wouldn't be warning me about Damon. They'd be warning him about me.