"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was. Trigger warning ⚠️ -Mature language -Sexual scenes -Violence -Drug use -Trauma

Levi. That damn Levi. That damn stupid, arrogant smile he always shot when we were arguing. Those damn words that came out of that damn mouth. Those damn same comments he shoots at me every argument. That damn, motherfucking Levi Neumann. Ever since first year in high school, we became officially enemies. Every hallway, every class, every stupid group project reminded me that he existed-and that I hated it. He never fails to ruin my day, and I make it my personal mission to do the same to him. Little did I know, the guy I wanted to punch the most might also be the one I'd... never thought I'd feel anything for.

"I'd let you peel the sanity off my skin if it means you will touch me longer." 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝. ༺✿༻ Four elite families. Centuries of power. A legacy so deeply rooted in control, corruption, and silent war---it became law. Power was never passed down---it was stolen, buried, and blood-stamped. They ruled the empire, bound together by secrets too brutal to speak aloud. Their alliances were never about trust. Only control. The heirs. They were raised for inheritance. Groomed for dynasty. But what once kept them powerful is about to tear them apart. Power will fail. Loyalties will break. The old order is cracked. Obsession is seeping into loyalty. Lust is poisoning bloodlines. And Ishq---the worst kind---might be the thing that ends it all. One wrong move, and the legacy collapses. What's buried, never stays dead.

Caleb was lost and had been for as long as he could remember. He tried to walk the path his parents wanted, but he couldn't see it through the darkness. With his brothers away for college everything became worse. The once warm home felt ice cold, the halls devoid of sound and his life devoid of colour. Then he bumped into Lucas. His long time neighbour who he was certain only saw him as his best friends little brother. Until he didn't. Until Lucas inserted himself further into Caleb's life, getting closer to him than anyone had ever been. Too close. Or maybe that's just what Caleb needed, someone to see more than what was on the surface. Maybe the love he sought was right there in front if him, and so was the help he needed. --- *This is a bxb that deals with sensitive themes, religion, and mature subjects. Read with care. It's also a really. really slow burn.* Slow updated, but still updating (promise)! No AI was involved at any point in the writing of this story.

"I am the textbook definition of in love with you." *** Jazz Red has had a life full of love; his parents taught him how to value himself, his siblings taught him how to stand up for what he believed in, and his family has taught him what it means to matter to people. He has people in his corner, there for him and ready to have his back. He knows that there are people who are less lucky than him-- with unaccepting parents and cruel siblings and a harsh past. He knows that when things go wrong, sometimes people are alone. Sometimes they fall apart, and there's no one else there to catch their shattered pieces. But he isn't one of them. He has friends and family that love him. So why does he want more? Why does he-- even with all the joy his family gives him-- want a different type of love? He feels selfish, undeserving. Why did he have to feel so bad about being alone when he was surrounded by people who appreciated him? Why did he have to want, why did desire never leave him alone? Well, he finds out when he meets Castor Rex, a quiet and extremely interesting football player, and that empty part in Jazz's heart feels a little bit bigger when he starts to realize Cas could fill it. Cas sees him as a grinning, happy dork he has no chance with. Jazz sees him as a adorable, grumpy jock that now, is his. Castor wants to get through the school year as quietly as possible but with how loud Jazz loves, neither of them know if it's possible, and to make matters worse they're roommates for the rest of the year. It's only a matter of time before they come together or fall apart. *** Red's Series #4. Crossover to @whoscountinganyways User Series. Can be read as a stand alone.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

This is Liam's story, an omega people never stayed for. Not because he wasn't worth it, but because life kept taking things away from him, again and again, until he stopped expecting anyone to stay at all. He is kind in a quiet, almost stubborn way. The kind of kindness that doesn't ask to be returned. He endures things most people would break under, carries pain like it belongs to him, and still somehow manages to stand. Sensitive enough to feel everything. Strong enough to let it go. Because Liam learned early; nothing stays. Not people, not warmth, not safety. Everything eventually slips through his fingers, so he stopped trying to hold on. Until Tae Ashford doesn't leave. A high-ranked alpha. Powerful. Untouchable. A man who has everything and needs nothing. Except : he can't walk away from Liam. What begins as something insignificant, almost accidental, slowly twists into something else. Something heavier and sharper. An obsession Because Tae doesn't just come back, he keeps coming back. Again. And again. And again. Until Liam, who was used to being left behind, suddenly has someone who refuses to leave him at all.

In the night, a fire breaks out. Nathanël Miller is accused of voluntary fire and of non-assistance to a person in danger. Overnight, his parents put him in a center for minors. Strangely, he does not protest. As if all this were indifferent to him. Shortly after, he is transferred to a new establishment reserved for boys. An unknown place, strict rules, faces that he does not know. Nathanël has only one objective: to stay alone. Yet, he had not foreseen Mawel Johnson. Clingy, annoying, impossible to ignore, Mawel seems determined to intrude into his life at all costs. And despite all his efforts to move away from him, Nathanël could well discover that some barriers, even the strongest, are made to fall.

Waylon stopped speaking after the night that changed everything. Silence became the only way he knew how to survive. At a school ruled by a powerful secret society, silence makes him a target. Whispers follow him everywhere, reminding him that everyone knows the secret he tried to bury. The only person who seems to understand his silence is the one person he should hate. Yulien Blander. His enemy. In a world built on secrets and betrayal, Waylon might discover that the person he fears most is the only one who can save him.