Lee Do-hyun is South Korea's most famous actor-and its coldest. Quiet, intimidating, and fiercely protective of his one-year-old son, he's fired every nanny he's ever hired. Lyric Thompson, a bubbly foreign exchange student at Yonsei University, is just trying to survive Seoul with a part-time job and enough money to eat something besides ramen. After literally crashing into Do-hyun, she somehow ends up working as his son's nanny-the only person the child instantly loves. Now the grumpy actor and the sunshine college student are forced into each other's lives, where late nights, chaotic routines, and one adorable baby slowly turn cold walls into something warmer.

What happens when two people who exist in the gray spaces of control and chaos, find in each other the permission to feel without restraint? "I will feel this as deeply and express it as violently as I please." It's the idea that feeling deeply isn't weakness, that expressing it boldly isn't chaos, and that sometimes the most profound act of courage is letting someone witness you unravel. Welcome to their collision.

cover by @summerafterglow 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 It's so much easier to spread lies about people than it is to spread the truth. That's what Gabriel knows to be true, at least. According to everyone in his town, he's a monster. He doesn't deserve to be walking among the rest of them. That's far from the truth, though. He was never good at being alone, but it became something he was used to. After everything he'd gone through, he craved solitude. Until she showed up. She wiggled her way right into his heart and now all he craved was her. 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐚 Moving to a small lakeside town in Washington was not where Alyna saw her life taking her. She also didn't expect that she'd fall so hard for the brooding mechanic who lived there. Everyone tells her that she should stay away from him. All of the rumors say that he's dangerous, but all she ever feels with him is safe. With obstacles at every turn, will their love be enough to endure even the worst challenge they'll face? Or will they fall apart under the weight? started: 12/15/2023 published: 05/18/2024 completed: 07/11/2026 highest rankings: #2 bwwm #4 ongoing

Twenty four year old Jeanette Sinclair didn't think much of her life when she moved to the small town of woodland falls to become an eleventh grade English teacher at the towns local high school. Her routine of late night assignment grading, slow, relaxing Saturdays, and chore filled Sunday's would soon be turned upside down when a handsome stranger waltzes into town. Elias white was a man with many secrets, secrets he wasn't sure he could share with anyone nonetheless a human until he crossed paths with Jeanette, and that's when his whole world changed. A small town, one chance encounter, and life shattering secrets of a world far beyond Jeanette's imagination. And it all came wrapped in a tall Handsome supernatural package. Highest ranking #7 in werewolf #9 in bwwm #2 in bwam

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

"𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨" 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation, and i found myself surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through me. He moved his hands lower, trailing them down to my hips before sliding them under my dress. I gasped as his fingers grazed over my delicate skin down there, inching closer and closer to my most intimate area. "I'm waiting for an answer Tesoro" (¯'·._.··¸.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.After a chance encounter four years ago, head chef Luna never forgot the mysterious man who swept her off her feet. Fate would once again bring them together, but this time, things would be different - and far more dangerous..-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸··._.·'¯) Highest rank 🏆 #2 in attraction #1 in sweet #2 in interracial