Daniella Woodstock wasn't supposed to end up at an elite international boarding school-but thanks to her mother's sacrifices, she's trading the streets of Brooklyn for marble floors and spoiled rich kids. She's just trying to survive the culture shock when she meets Nick Park, the quiet heir with too many secrets, and Will Parker, the golden boy with too much charm. Caught between two worlds-and two boys who were never supposed to notice her-Dani's about to learn that sometimes, the ones who don't belong leave the biggest mark.

His lips pulled back into a sneer, "You will stay by me, in this fucking house." He growls, stepping into my personal bubble. His face barely inches away from mine, his cold, surprisingly minty, breath brushed my lips. "You will stay with me, and I will have it no other way." * * * When Leah's boyfriend leaves her, to go to the Caribbean, she is devastated. Her life was boring as it is, but perhaps a certain Alpha can spice things up a little. Avan Costarelli is Alpha. His sudden interest for the red headed angel sparked when he saw her. As he realizes that she was his very first experience in love at first sight, he attempts to stay away from her. All to knowing that his world was much dangerous. But it just seems like fate couldn't give poor Avan a break. ***My character isn't perfect, I'm giving you a clear warning, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN ASS ABOUT IT :)*** [Highest Ranking: #26] [Created: August 17, 2015] [Ended: Forgot to note]

in which a famous YouTuber meets a famous Hockey player. touch her and you die trope modern au Quinn Hughes x OC

"Oh no, oh crap. Not again. I need to get out; I need to get away from you..." "But Lisa..." "No, no, don't say it. I gotta get out." She jumped up and headed for the door. Surprised by his own speed given his disheveled state, he managed to catch her before she reached the door. Once again, he pulled her back, knowing full well her tiny frame was no physical match for him. "Will you stop this nonsense? Where the hell do you think you are running to? We are not done here- and I think you know it." Lisa stared at him as their eyes engaged in silent battle. One second he was sure she was going to fight and yell, before she sank onto the stairs leading up to his bedroom and started crying softly. All he could do was stare at her before he sank down next to her helplessly. This story is set in 1998- and was inspired by the infamous IVY Pictures, taken of Michael and Lisa Marie on February 7, 1998 after he took her to a lovely dinner. As the story contiues, will their encounters bring them closer and lead to a new start, or will the obstacles they face be too large to overcome despite their passionate love?

"You?" She yells. "You feisty cat, look what have you done? You have teeth or cutters?" "And what the hell did you just do? You scared the hell out of me." She announces. "Because that stupid tongue of yours wasn't letting me act humanely towards you so I need to do that." He grabs her hand and drags her along with him, towards his car. "What do you think you are doing? Leave me." "Get inside the car quickly, " he orders. "I won't. What do you want from me?" "Answers. If you think I will let you go without having the answer to why you ignored me then that won't happen. Now get inside," he says in a low voice, completely opposite of me. "And do you think I will go with you? Never." I remove his hand from my wrist and rushes back but he again grabs my arm. "You jerk! I will shout and tell people you are kidnapping me," I try to punch his chest. He chuckles. "You will say your husband is kidnapping you? Wow!" This time, he succeeds in making her sit inside the car. "Tie the seatbelt, girl." "Unlock the car right now," she stressed in every word. "You are so stubborn," he sighs and bends towards me. As soon as he comes closer to me, I drag myself away from him, barely making myself stick to the door. He looks into my face as his hand grabs the seatbelt and pulls it in front of my body. He leans near to my face, his eyes never leaving mine, "but I can't help. I love this stubbornness of yours." 🌺Do read the sequel of Entangled Love "Far Away Love" on my profile. 💮 Featured in newlywrittenbooks' Roses are Red | Romance reading list. 💮 Featured in Rainbow Salt's | Best Ongoing Stories reading list. 💮 Featured in Wattpad General Fiction Finding Love | Romance reading list. 💮 Featured in Wattpad Romance | Featured Books reading list. 💮Featured in Wattpad Community Team | Romance reading list. 💮Featured in Wattpad Romance | Head Over Heels reading list. 💮 Featured in Wattpad free the POC. From 31.3.20 to 3

My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #2 in Funny #2 in Humour #3 in Seductive #3 in EnemiesToLover

"That's all you will ever be, Raven. A shallow little insecure brat, no wonder your dad left both you and that mother of yours. " "You wanna go there, Nate? You really wanna go there? At least my mom isn't a literal prostitute." "Stop talking, Raven. " Their screams and yelling were heard probably by the whole neighborhood, but they were used to it. Used to the couple on the fifth floor, used to their violence, screaming and toxicity. Nathaniel Johnson is a young adult that opened his own MC Club. He is possessive, easily infuriative and empty inside. Raven Malarkey a girl that everyone desires, she is liked and loved by many. But behind closed doors, her crying is heard and her tears fall free.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

"Please...please let me go" Eden whispered, desperation seeping into her pleads, causing Clyde to let out a low chuckle, "I'm never letting you go little one" as his grip tightened on her small wrist.... She wore white lace socks, Mary Jane's that'll soon cause her to blister her skin after she crosses paths with Clyde stone. Intrigued, fascinated...obsessed of the thought of her white socks stained with blood. He had to have Eden Lue. Captured, will she make it. Hi this will be my first story, so probably not the best. Thought to try a dark twisted romance. (This will not be everyone's cup of tea as it may be very dark in some sense)