After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

She was his coworker. She was his close friend. She was his cousin. These were all things I knew. There were just a few crucial components to their connection of which I had been unaware. She had been his crush. And now he was hers.

Nicola and Gabriel used to be best friends while growing up, but she had made the classic mistake of falling in love with him, which resulted in not only the end of their friendship, but all her hopes and dreams in the worst way possible and she had fled with her broken heart never to look back again. Six years later, the peaceful life that Nicola had found for herself after running away was again shattered with the news of the tragic and sudden death of her sister. To see her sister one last time and to be there for her now, motherless little nieces meant going back to her hometown and facing the man who had broken her heart. Because that man was now none other than her brother-in-law and the father of her neices. Hi. This is my first time writing a book, so please give it a try, and I hope you will like it. Top rankings this book had received; #1 literature. 22.5.2023 #1 second chance. 13.5.2023 #1 reject. 24.5.2023 #1 humor. 09.06.2023 #1 chicklit. 24.5.2023 #1 siblings. 17.5.2023 #1 heartbreak. 15.6.2023 #1 friendship. 23.6.2023 #1 wattpad. 29.6.2023 #1 growth. 10.7.2023 #1 wallflower 20.7.2023 #1 maturity 23.8.2023 #1 dilf 23.8.2023 #1 kids 18.11.2023 #3 billionaire. 22.5.2023 #4 possessive. 3.7.2023

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

Deana Carter has always been superstitious and cynical. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop and expecting the inevitable - disappointment. So, when she meets Matthew Stewart, she can't help her cynicism. It's all too good to be true. However, she begins to warm up to the thoughts of happily ever after . . . until she's standing alone in the wedding chapel - an abandoned bride. She quickly curls back into her dark jaded hole of negativity and becomes caustic, putting all her energy and thoughts into her work. Then, news about the merger comes to light. Her company is merging with the top graphic design company in the country. She doesn't put much thought to it and immerses herself in her work even more. And then she meets Jeremy Harrington . . . . .

(#1 ChickLit) Annie is having a very bad day! First, she walks in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman (the kinky kind), then she accidentally gets arrested and loses her job. Unfortunately for Annie, her very bad day lands up turning into a very bad year. So when her sister invites her on Holiday to Mauritius, she jumps at the opportunity to get away from it all. But her holiday soon turns into a nightmare when she discovers her ex and 'the other woman' are staying at the same resort. #Anniesbigday Enter Chris, a cynical screenwriter with a bad case of writers block, who agrees to play her 'pretend boyfriend'- so she doesn't land up looking like the single, lonely, pathetic ex.

She could easily recognize that touch. Sharon knew it was him. She could feel him against her body. His hands still on her wrists. He smells different though. The ally was dark so she couldn't see him clearly but she knew he was looking at her. Taking her appearance in. He always does... did that. His breath was fanning her cheeks. It was always same. She couldn't think properly when he was this close. She could feel his eyes on her lips as he ran his thumb on her lips. Before she could think straight and push him away. His lips were on hers.. *** 4 years after an ugly divorce, their paths cross again. Not only did he separate her daughter from her but also is now engaged to her ex-bestfriend Lillian. But she has a secret she vowed to protect from him. They hate each other. But some say 'There is a thin line between love and hate' #11 in romance on 06/07/2016

[DITERBITKAN] Rubiena Haiyan Menara merpati berpagar dan tinggi, aku mendengar ada yang menyeru namaku Merpati di atas dunia, bolehkah kau memberitahu kehidupan apa yang aku hadapi? Aku terluka dengan luka kehidupan Terluka sehingga matahari turut menangis bersama Tangan perpisahan bertahun lamanya menghulurkan padaku Terlihat sayap lebar bersama butiran udara Sekiranya perkara itu membawa diriku ke syurga cinta Iringilah aku walau hanya sebentar... Zach Stanislav Salji datang dan pergi, masih aku menunggu kau Tidakkah kau mahu kembali? Aku seru nama kau dalam hujan dengan harapan kau dapat mendengar Bertahun lamanya, baru aku sedar bahawa nama yang di seru bukanlah milik kau Dari perpecahan lembah, udara menerawang ke arah wajahku Oh angin, demi cinta Bawa dia pulang kepadaku semula... RubiZach Ada apa dengan kita? Ada apa dengan kita? Oh sayang, ada apa dengan kita? Kita dulu tinggal bersama Dan sekarang kita sudah berpisah, ada apa dengan kita? Masihkah kita ingat tentang ekspedisi mendaki dan menjelajahi salah satu puncak gunung Himalaya yang telah menemukan kita berdua? Yang membuatkan bait cinta terbit di dalam hati yang keras bak salju gunung Himalaya tanpa kita sedari? Ada apa dengan kita, sebenarnya sayang? Dan matahari masih menangis membawa diri pergi menjauh dari kehidupan mereka, kerna tidak sanggup melihat perpisahan filantropi suci tersebut. "Do you know who the little girl who lives down the lane?" "Rubiena Haiyan." 🍁🍁🍁

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN