❝Voy llegando y dice cinco, el estimated time of arrival❞ Dakota Castillo es una colombiana de veintidós años quien escapa de su país gracias a toda la presión que sus padres ponían sobre ella, haciéndola odiar totalmente su entorno. Su destino final: la isla del maleanteo, Puerto Rico. Ahí consigue un buen trabajo y logra entrar a la universidad, conociendo a Dahlia Hernandez, quien con el paso del tiempo se va convirtiendo en su amiga, como su hermana. Por su parte, Raúl Armando Del Valle Robles o Luar La L, sigue pegando tema tras tema, convirtiéndose no solamente en una calidad de artista, sino el más codiciado de la isla, compitiendo incluso con Omar Courtz por saber quién es el más amado de todos ellos. En un jangueo, ambas conocen a los Money Wayy, quienes están acompañados de los Diablos de Llorens, con quién también está Luar, quién al ver a Dakota queda flechado por la belleza colombiana de la antes mencionada, queriendo saber más sobre ella. Dahlia anima a Dakota a seguir con Luar, pero el miedo en ella la detiene a pensarse dos veces si andar con "ese" tipo de gente, hasta que Luar la salva de ser abusada en un concierto que él mismo estaba presentando. ¿Podrá Dakota confiar en Luar? ❝Tú sabe' que voy por ley Y ese punto G lo voy a encontrar❞ Portada & banner by: Eloise of Cebicles.

❝Desde el lunes no sé na de ti, Te tomaste muy enserio lo del tiempo Y eso es lo que tú querías para ti❞ Skyla Montoya, tiene una vida casi perfecta, en Brickell, Miami. Resiliente y autosuficiente ha construido su vida lejos del aparente ruido que genera vivir en la tan atestada ciudad, lejos de un pasado que la persigue en cada letra que escribe. Su único refugio eran sus cartas, que durante dos años tuvieron remitente, más nunca fueron entregadas al que es el amor de su vida, Luar la L, el cantante puertorriqueño que la tuvo en jaque la mayor parte de su tiempo en Puerto Rico, dejando una marca imborrable en la vida de Skyla. Pero cuando Mariana Santodomingo, su mejor amiga, encuentra las cartas y decide enviarlas a Luar, todo cambia. Él, que creía haber superado su historia con Skyla las recibe, dándose cuenta de que tenía que afrontar una realidad que llevaba dos años intentando olvidar: La idea de que nunca logró olvidarla. Ahora, con el pasado llamando a su puerta y sus sentimientos expuestos ante su mundo, Skyla deberá decidir entre dejar ir lo que alguna vez la rompió o pensar dos veces en escribir una segunda parte a una historia que jamás terminó. ¿Es posible cerrar un ciclo cuando el corazón se niega a olvidar?

in which, She was the light. He was the match. Now the whole world's on fire. Rafe Cameron x oc! #1 IN #RAFECAMERON 7/20 #1 IN #OUTERBANKS 7/20 #1 IN #WARDCAMERON 7/20

"Im Belize but my friends call me Belle, well i actually only have one friend but now i have you so two whole people will call me Belle!" i stare at her with raised eyebrows, her smile never falters "Anywho" she rocks on her feet "what's your name?" "killian" "that makes sense" i raise a questioning eyebrow "you look like you want to kill everyone" she giggles and if it wasn't the most enchanting sound i have ever heard - - Belle is a happy, bubbly girl with a heart of gold. All she wants is someone to look after and love her; so what happens when she runs into a man with a heart of ice while on her daily brownie run? Killian is a powerful man who has no time for anything other than his empire. Known as the coldest ceo to the outside world and the most respected don to the underground; how does a small blonde girl who always has a smile on her face change him? #1 in 'funny' - 28/02/2024 #2 in 'grumpyxsunshine' - 14/03/2024 #1 in 'cute' - 29/02/2024 #1 in 'happy' - 29/02/2024 #1 in 'brownies' - 15/02/2024 #1 in 'sweet' - 25/02/2024 #1 in 'bubbly' - 16/02/2024 #4 in 'fostercare' - 24/02/2024 #2 in 'don' - 11/03/2024

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

One moment Brooke Covet is at a party to pick up her sister and the next she stumbles upon Roman, who will become a journey of curiosity and suspicion. Brooke soon realizes she is more drawn to him than she might think. *disclaimer* This story isn't fully edited and if things seem inaccurate I apologize!

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.