They were best friends once. Neighbors, inseparable, each other's shadow. Juliette Liliano Reneigh still remembers the boy next door with the loud laugh and kind eyes. Mica Ace Santos had been her safe place when the world felt cruel-especially when the other kids weren't. But that was before she moved away. Before the teasing, the bullying, the long, quiet nights of wondering why she wasn't enough. Ten years later, Juliette walks onto her university campus and sees him again. Mica is taller now. Broader. Still with those eyes. But the reunion isn't sweet-it's sharp-edged, awkward, and laced with tension neither of them can explain. Juliette has changed; the girl who once hid behind oversized hoodies is gone. She's confident, guarded, and carrying the weight of every cruel word ever spoken about her body. Mica notices. All of her. And underneath the snark, the confusing stares, and the impulse to run-something old flickers to life. Familiar. Real. But different this time. Because maybe what they had was friendship... And maybe what's left is something more.

Sierra and Hayden have been a big part of each other's life for a long time. Over the years, their friendship and loyalty towards the other has only grown closer, and both help each other to become better people. Troubles stir along the way, walls our set out for them to climb in order to resume their friendship. Sometimes it seems impossible for them to savour it, but there's always a glimmer of light to guide them. What will they do when new feelings grow and cause them to question what they are? How will they turn things around and finally admit what's been right in front of their eyes this entire time? Started: 16th January 2023

"All the pretty stars shine for you, my love" ----

▪▪▪ I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back "The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing. He's full thick lips press into a tight anxious line. "I-I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." I step in even closer, finding myself at just a suffocating inch distance from him. Warmth and the scent of lavender engulf around me. He licks his lips nervously, running his tongue wetly over them and causing my gaze to drift down with the heat of unexpected thirsty hunger. I reach out gently, letting the hot wet cover smear against my thumb, applying a little pressure to the plump softness. He watches with heavy breathe, chest slightly heaving. I smile, noticing when his eyes darken with the burn of lust as he stares back at me. "You--" I lick my thumb "--are such a moron." * Ivy Bathory. She's everything dark...yet she feels. After a tragic childhood in her small town, she is left broken. A dead serial killer for a father and a runaway mother who couldn't care less what happened to her. Her life is practically over, she's hated and loathed by the society, living in the shadows of her fathers wrong deeds. And all she's done is keep people at a distance...until she meets him. Drawn to how much his eyes twinkle, Ivy can't stop herself from hoping. Begging and hoping that maybe...there's something to live for. Something to fight for in the midst of the oncoming storm. She doesn't want trouble...she just wants him. ⚠W A R N I N G ⚠ This story contains : ♔ S e x u a l / M a t u r e C o n t e n t ♔ E x p l i c i t La n g u a g e ♔ E x t r e m e V i o l e n c e ♔ B l o o d A n d G o r e ♔ U n e x p e c t e d s h i t (h e h e) A/N : I'm a bitch with issues. Please don't come at me if this story doesn't turn out to be your ordinary clich

It's been five years and the warmth emanating from between my legs feels as strong as the night they cornered me in the kitchen. My heart is racing and I desperately need to get away from them before I lose all control. They didn't want me then. They can't have me now. Or can they? "As fun as this is boys, I have better things to be doing with my time", I huffed with all the confidence my body would allow as I pushed against their chests.

"He is the son of the king of the morning star, and I fear the light. He'll devour me if I let him. He'll ruin me if he truly wants to. Father, forgive me. I think I'm going to let him." Carefree Lilo is unnerved to discover that she is the soulmate of Azazel, a man so determined to claim what he believes is his. A man also know as Lucifer's son.

Drake was the one and only member of the Saint's Brotherhood that no one knew much about. The rest of the members, even the ones with the most turbulent pasts like Atom and Frank, knew of each other and their origins but no one knew much about Drake. He was saved by Frank and brought into the Saints where he quickly bonded with Frank and worked in the Garage. What will happen when a new recruit forces Drake to face his past? Will he allow his trauma to consume him or will he set himself free? Second Book in the Saint's Brotherhood series.

In one night, everything was taken from her-the crown, the kingdom, and the father she couldn't save. Now on the run, Princess Aria is forced to trust Alexander, the guard she never understood, and others she finds along the way. With enemies closing in and war on the horizon, Aria has to decide who to trust-and how far she's willing to go to take back what's hers. The crown may be gone. But she's not finished yet.

*𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜* Elowyn They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. No truer words have ever been spoken. One night, after sneaking out of a dinner party, I witness something I wasn't supposed to. I make a vow to never speak of it, but my word obviously means nothing. The same man whose secrets I vowed to keep turns out to be the leader of the Russian mafia and he's demanding my hand in marriage. But the imposing six foot four blonde Bratva leader isn't as dangerous as he first seems. Under that hardness is a charming and humorous man who might just have the capability to unravel my hatred towards him. Ilya I never knew the hardships that came with running the Bratva. Like finding out my ally has been secretly plotting against me. Eamon Embry and I had a deal but he broke it and now he owes me. What better way to get back at the enemy than taking away his most prized possession. But I quickly realize marrying the short tempered brunette might have been a huge mistake. Not only is she hotheaded and stubborn, but she's also sexy and innocent. Our hate for each other sizzles but our attraction scorches. If we're not careful, we both might just get burned. Trigger Warnings: This book is a dark romance with lots of trigger warnings such as: -sexual content -use of weapons (guns, knives, etc) -killing -kidnapping -abuse -sexual assault -sex trafficking This story is not for everyone, please be aware before continuing. Please note that I used Google Translate for the Russian to English translations. There is a chance that they may not be accurate.

"Give me a reason to stay that won't piss me off." "Stay... so you can hurt me as much as I hurt you." "You're not afraid of what I might do?" "To me?" "Yeah, to you. Know what I dream about every night?" I offer in hopeful tones, "My tits?" "Try again." "My ass?" Scowling, Dax shakes his head. "Making me cry?" He nods and finally smiles. "While ripping your heart out." ✘✘✘ Everyone at school knows that Cleo Fitzgerald is to blame for putting her boyfriend, Fairmont High's golden boy, Travis Reynolds, in a coma, and they hate her for it. Bitch has shown no remorse over causing her boyfriend's accident. There are even rumors that she's cheating on Travis while he's unconscious in the hospital. When an outsider, Daxton Cole, enters Fairmont's social scene, he befriends Cleo's brother, Brookes, and is immediately drawn to Cleo despite her reputation. She's nothing like the psychopath everyone paints her out to be. The two troubled young lovers strike up a brief but fiery romance that ends in heartbreak when Travis wakes up from his coma. After graduation, Dax joins the military, and Cleo returns to Travis' side. Years later, Dax has yet to forget Cleo. He learns that a traumatic event has triggered Cleo to act out in violence against Travis. After Cleo is committed to a mental institution, Dax gets himself hired to become a guard there. As Dax is forced to follow Cleo around day in and day out, he begins to notice troubling cracks in the veneer of Cleo and Travis' seemingly perfect relationship. Old feelings begin to resurface, and Dax realizes that Cleo's secrets have secrets, and she needs him now more than ever.