"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

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)

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

"He was a smoker. She asked him why. He said it was his slow suicide." - REVIEWS: "Slow Suicide is one of the best books that I've read. A beautiful story of two strangers that befriend each other and it soon became love. Shows that you can brighten someone's day with just a simple greeting or maybe getting to know them. Cig and Rainy are a beautiful pair that brings light into the darkness and turns night into day with their love story." -@Kaybae1212 "A touching story of true love told through small, sweet encounters. So many twists and turns that you will never see coming. A beautiful and safe love story overall that will leave you in tears! (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)" -@Squirtle301 "Slow Suicide will make your emotions spin like the twists and turns of this story. Each chapter will make you wonder what will happen next. As a person who's not a fan of reading romance, this was definitely out of this world like no other. Filled with despair, romance, heartbreak, and twists, you would be questioning life even more. This is truly a must read. The author has truly captured my attention throughout the entire story, as every chapter is like a beautiful structure built in with the words that help me envision what love can evolve in." -@Hope-Mist - Book 1 in the "Pure Love Tales" series. Highest rank: #8 in Short Story.

Julius Santo was a name that had every human's skin crawling. Most people know of him due to the lethal Mafia he leads, his silver eyes that have watched countless souls fade away, or the sinister scar that crosses his brow. But for Hazel Alexis, Julius Santo was a man of kindness. Someone who was willing to listen to her vent, converse with her, or simply be in her company. Julius was a saviour to Hazel. A hero who guarded, supported, and kept her safe. Hazel Alexis is an innocent, quite oblivious, nineteen-year-old woman. She works as a nurse in a small health clinic, aiming to earn enough money to leave her toxic household, and also spends her weekdays studying at her local college. As her new friendship with Julius evolves, she can't help but fight the overwhelming feelings that develop between them. Obtaining a crush on your best friend could never end well, could it? Every day, the simple things he does drive her deeper into the obsessional crush she has with him. But the hidden truth that remains between the two was the undeniable reality of how their end could possibly be. The mixture of his secret, her obliviousness, and the ultimate reality of it all was bound to cause chaos. What happens when Hazel discovers Julius Santo's true identity? ••• Best Ranks #4 Friendstolovers - March 2022 #1 GrumpyxSunshine - May 2022 #8 Chicklit - May 2022

The heaven and hell were not at their best terms. Though god tried his best to keep everything at peace, some of his near ones did not like Lucifer's behaviour which was getting cruel day by day. They wanted to permanently erase his existence. But they knew it wasn't possible. Because now Lucifer was not someone whom God could tame and control. He had become more powerful now and his powers were increasing day by day. God decided to call Lucifer to the heaven for a meeting so that he could try and convince him. And then, in the heavens, he saw her. She was created by all gods and goddesses coming together. She was made to be the purest soul ever. All the love and kindness of the gods and the whole universe was within her because God wanted to see what will the purest soul be like. And so they had created her. An immortal. Pure. Beautiful. Innocent soul. She was the most precious thing to God and the heavens. Everyone loved her. But, HE WANTED HER. AND HE ALWAYS GETS WHAT HE WANTS. THE LUCIFER WANTED AN ANGEL. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT WANT TO HURT ANY RELIGION OR FAITH. THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION AND IMAGINATION. ALL THE NAMES USED IN THE BOOK HAVE NO RELATION WITH THE ACTUAL PERSONALITIES AND IF FOUND THEN PLEASE CONSIDER IT AS COINCIDENCE.

Liliana was his world. There is nothing he wouldn't do for her, even if he had to kill someone just to save her life and he has a scar to prove it. Seeing his Anna taken away from him and never to return while living as a ghost in his own house was hellish. Fortunately, his luck was about to change when Anna finally returns and this time, he'll make sure she stays with him for good. ♡♡♡ ■~Sneak peak~■ "You're here. You came back for me." The man with no face said to her. Somehow, the touch of his skin to her was so familiar and comforting that she rubbed his back, shushing him as she would to a kid. Suddenly, before she was about to come up with a word, she felt her body being pushed gently to lay on the bed. The man with no face was staring at her and their breath was only an inch apart. Anna's body trembled and her mouth parted as her tongue wet her lips. Then, he presses his lip to hers... ♡♡♡ 😭😍😙 1st for #brahms 2nd for #brahmsheelshire #as of 21st December 2020 Thanks so much❤❤❤ Do rate and review. THANK YOUUUU💃🏻🎭💜

glass jaw: 1. Noun. Where a fighter is easily knocked out via a blow to the chin or jaw owing to a vulnerability in their strength and training. 2. Metaphorically, a fighter's weakness. ~~~ Ryan Chamberlain is the embodiment of vulnerability. She's kind-hearted and maybe a little too keen to trust people. Plus, she barely has any real-world experience, but that was never her choice. For the last eight years, Ryan has been pushed into the corner. There was only ever room for one star to shine and that star was not her. With college on the horizon, Ryan finally sees the opportunity to step out of the shadows and live life on her own terms. Will it be that simple though? To Landon Atwood, showing weakness is not an option. In the octagon, and in life, people will always take advantage of your vulnerability. The only people he lets close are his childhood friends-and that's only because they refuse to leave him alone. What will happen when those same friends adopt a stray in the form of an unwelcome freshman?

Aurora winters is a nice, caring and sensitive woman. She loves painting, reading and outdoor planting. Its always just been her even when her family is around, she still feels lonely. Being the only girl in the family sucks. She's been sheltered most of her life making her innocent but not to innocent. And she LOVES pink Percy Azrael, he's rude, cold and quiet. He hates people and his family. Being abused all his life he had no one and nothing to turn to so he shut down and kept quiet. They move, they meet what the worst that could happen. Its not like anyone would know after all they're always left alone. they are both just lost souls looking for comfort and love. It all starts with the cats. The description is absolutely shit but I will fix it later

"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.