He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Sienna Cooper, a seemingly carefree college girl, masks her deep loneliness behind her bright smile. Will she finally find the love she's been waiting for, or remain the girl no guy ever chooses? ***** © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.

Lena is caught between the expectations of her family and the life she longs to live. In Selene, she finds something rare-someone who feels like a quiet refuge from the chaos, a steady presence in a world that's anything but. In a sunlit studio steeped in pigment and silence, as their bond deepens, Lena begins to confront the tension between what she's been taught to want and what she truly needs. In Selene, she discovers not just safety, but something far more complicated-and far more real. What begins as study becomes something stranger, tender, charged. And in the quiet space between canvas and skin, both women begin to unravel. A story of art, ache, and the exquisite undoing that happens when we dare to be seen.

Some spicy stories 18+ Please follow for regular updates Author's Note: This story contains mature themes, including scenes that may imply non-consensual situations or sensitive content. Please check the tags and read at your discretion.

A [stud for stud] short story of betrayal.

*Lesbian/Bisexual Smut* When two strangers paths continue to collide in unexpected ways, their attraction and chemistry is undeniable. When their steamy encounters threaten to turn into something more, will they give in to the intoxicating pull of their connection? Or will they be torn apart?

(COMPLETED) ❝What's on your mind? Are you thinking how I would look sucking your dick in this dress? I wouldn't mind showing you, but we have to go to the bar. It's truly a shame because if we didn't have plans, we'd probably be fucking against this wal-❞ I wasn't able to finish that sentence because his arms suddenly curled around my waist and slammed me against the side wall. My breath hitched in my throat as I registered everything. His eyes no longer had that innocent look they usually did. They looked dark and hungry, desire clearly visible in them. ❝You need to stop teasing me, Ariel. You somehow keep forgetting that even though I'm your best friend, I'm still a man. Next time you joke about sucking my dick or being fucked against a wall, I won't hold back.❞ He said in a low voice, backing me up against the wall and planted his hands on either side of my head, trapping me in. His lips were dangerously close to mine. ❝I never asked you to hold back.❞ With that, I roughly grabbed his collar and crashed my lips to his. _ Would Ariel Watts and Kevin Wilson be willing to risk their friendship and put their hearts on the line? Let's find out. _⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__ bad girl good boy × friends to lovers × friends with benefits __________ This story is based on my real life and written as a farewell to the memories of a certain someone. ___________ CURRENTLY BEING EDITED ___________ W A R N I N G : ✓ mature language ✓ adult content ✓ alcohol consumption ✓ detailed smut _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__ Most impressive rankings - #1 in friendswithbenefits ( 04/03/2023) #1 in goodboybadgirl ( 02/02/2023) #1 in teasing (19/04/2023) #1 in spicy (18/06/2023) #2 in sexy ( 17/05/2023) #3 in dominance (20/05/2023) #4 in badgirlgoodboy (31/01/2023) #4 in shyboy (16/02/2023) _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ STARTING DATE - 27/01/2023 ENDING DATE - 07/07/2025

"Years apart couldn't smother the fire between them. When old flames meet again, desire resurfaces__hotter, riskier, and far too tempting to resist."

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes." His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity. __________________ This book contains strong languages read at owns risk. UNEDITED.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.