Warning: RWB spoilers ahead. Some say the best love stories often take time. Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture, especially when he knew he didn't stand a chance against any of them. Safe to say, he spent his single years in a long-term ache he did not once divulge to anyone, but even that did not come close to the night Cameron confessed. The night Cameron confessed his undying love for someone else. Realizing that he was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with Cameron wasn't easy, and finding out that Cameron was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with his best friend was no picnic either. Things weren't certainly made better when their friends decided to spend the entire summer holed up together in Blake's summer house, putting Emery's initial plan of getting over Cameron before he starts college into a ten-week-long agonizing pause. Of course, be that as it may, fate has had a nick of testing Emery's patience... as it only gets a little worse━then, a little better━and right back to irremediable worst of worst from there. Spin-off to Rage With Benefits. Can be read as a stand-alone but a number of references will be made from the first book.

Toby Wentworth's life is a clusterfuck. For a lot of reasons. And one of them just happens to be the fact that he is very gay, and also so far in the closet that he's practically in Narnia. But then there's this guy. This guy in his calculus class who winks at him. And suddenly, they're partners for a project. And Toby cannot stop thinking about him. Toby does his best to balance school, work, relationships, and the biggest secret he's ever kept as life goes on. He does, honestly. He tries so very hard. But things like drama, bizarre coincidences, and, of course, his crippling tendency to overthink have been making it difficult, and it's really not fair. But Toby just cannot stop thinking about that boy. And there are times when he wants to hate himself because of it. Sometimes, Toby's life sucks. He'll admit it. But as aggravating as the feeling of being just out of reach of a romance he desperately craves is, there's something... thrilling about it. Something that, no matter how many times he tries, cannot get him to stop this madness. He's in trouble. Absolutely. But maybe trouble can have its benefits. *** cover art by me! Final chapter upload: 5/7/21 Word count: ~65k

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

Olivia has been abused by her mother and her stepfather for as long as she could remember. It wasn't until they were killed in an accident, did she find out that she had five older brothers who have been looking for her ever since she was taken away from them. How will they react to finding out what her life was like before they got her back and will their sibling bond ever be the same as it was all those years ago before she was taken?

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

*UNDERGOING EDITING* *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKING #14 TEEN FICTION/ #5 HUMOUR/ #2 CHICKLIT/ #1 CLICHE "Your skin is so soft." He muttered trailing his lips down my neck. I gulp as his hands grip my small waist. He moved his hands down to my bum and put me so I was straddling his hips. My hands lay on his chest as he kissed my face. "You are mine Audrey only mine." *WARNING* This book was published a few years ago when I was younger. I am very well aware about some parts coming off as cringy and I've debated whether or not on leaving them be. I've decided to leave a few parts there as they were a few years ago so I can always come back and see how much I've improved. Please be considerate on what you comment and enjoy the book. I promise it gets better passing the first 3 to 4 chapters. PG-13 This book is my book. My as in I own it. I'm working hard on this book for it to have a smooth plot and such. If anyone sees this book in other sites please inform me. All Rights Reserved.

"Do you normally make-out with the people you're hired to kill? It doesn't strike me as very professional." "Put the gun down," Gabriel panted, not answering her. "Why on earth would I do that?" "Because you're not going to shoot me," Gabriel replied, noting that she still had the safety on. "I bet you've never shot anything in your life." She studied his gun with a smile. "Maybe you're right," she replied. Then she pointed the gun back at him, taking off the safety and cocking it. "Are you willing to bet your life on it?" she asked him coolly. *** He didn't know anything about her - her name, age, even what she looked like. He only knew it was his job to kill her. But when Gabriel comes face to face with his latest target, he finds himself completely mesmerized and can't pull the trigger. Left with few viable options, he decides to kidnap her. Unfortunately for him, she's not willing to come quietly. Instead, their encounter sets off an intense game of cat and mouse, unraveling Gabriel's entire world in the process.

"P-please. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me." I begged him, wrapping my arms around myself, as though that would keep me from completely falling apart. "I'm not going to hurt you princess." He told me comfortingly. His hand raised to my face and his fingers ghosted over the cut from uncle's ring. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. My name is Lorenzo Conti. Will you tell me your name?" Nora Phillips didn't think she would ever escape her uncle's grasp. Little did she know knights in shining armor could come in the form of mafia bosses. As soon as Lorenzo saw her, he knew he had to save her, but can he protect her from everything? Can he be her protettore? Rated M for language and violence. REVISIONS AND EPILOGUE HAVE BEEN POSTED!

Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, voice raw, cracked open. His chest ached with it-with how long he'd wanted this. Wanted him. Aiden didn't answer. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes said everything. And Matias swore, right then, if he died here- right here, in the aftermath of Aiden gasping his name like that-it would've been enough. But he was alive. Alive and kissing Aiden like the world was ending. And for the first time in a long time, it finally felt like he had something worth holding onto.