❝But... I know you, Lou.❞ ❝You don't know anything about me.❞

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

"Remember what I said last night Ashley, if you don't stop being a bitch I would.." he paused and glanced at me. I turned my head from the window to him, narrowing my eyes slightly. A thick blush engulfed my face when I saw that dark desire in his eyes. "Fuck you." *** Alex and Ashley had a past. A past which was tough to get over for both of them. Besides working together, everything between them was a pure Mess. From arguments to judgements to a normal conversation. But one trip together triggers a change, for the better or for worse?

---▪︎ A Wattpad featured story ▪︎--- Twelve years ago, an incident changed my life. I was sent to London by my father with a new identity; all alone, away from my family and home, away from everything that was me. With a new persona as Jennifer Ryson, I rose from the ashes and became a force to be reckoned, a name to be remembered, the richest businesswoman in London. Alas, past is like a haunting spirit who follows you until you face it square in the eye. Twelve years later, that's exactly what I'm forced to do. Unravel a mystery that changed my life. The only problem? The key to find out what exactly happened that night is by taking the help of my nemesis who I'd rather butcher in his sleep. Lykas freaking Vitallis. My business rival, my sister's to-be fiance and a connection to my past I do not want to acknowledge. But beggars can't be choosers afterall.

What do you do when you're given a second chance at life? *** Age 15: Oliver Sallow is shipped to the tiny town of Blissby to live with a new foster family. Finn O'Connell is captain of the football team. Neither of them knows much about the other except for one thing: they have absolutely nothing in common. Age 17: Oliver finds Finn having a panic attack in the library bathroom. They still have nothing in common. They fall in love all the same. Age 18: Oliver breaks up with Finn. Age 18.5: Oliver dies in a motorcycle accident. Six minutes and twenty-four seconds later, he wakes up again to be offered a deal: he will get to spend another twelve months as a guardian angel, neither fully dead nor completely alive. The catch: the person he is assigned to help is none other than Finn O'Connell. Age 19: Two boys, fourteen months of history, and a promise: this time, there can be no falling back in love. (Cover art by @slimmwrites)

(Book #6 of the Best Friend Series) _____________________________ "Caleb," I gasp, not able to help the sound from escaping my lips. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he's standing in front of me, we did come to the party together, but it's his anger that stuns me. "Jeremy, Ensley, really?" He growls, moving closer to me. My chest begins to heave rapidly, something I seem to have no control over. "I don't know what you're talking about," I shake my head and he lets out bitter laugh, bringing himself so close to my face that I can feel his breath against my lips. "Don't lie to me," he spits, both hands slamming down to the drywall beside my head. I flinch, shutting my eyes for a brief second to regain my composure. "Next time you open your legs for someone, Ensley be smart enough to make sure he's not going to be boasting about it to the entire school. I'm sick of doing your fucking dirty work all the goddamn time." Anger snaps through my body and that's when I lose it. Using all of my strength, I push the muscular boy away, glaring just at his presence. "Fuck you, Caleb," I seethe, trying to keep my wild emotions at bay. I want to cry because I'm so angry. "You're such a fucking asshole, do you know that? God, I can't believe I put up with you." He makes it easy for me to walk away, but I think it's just so he can do his next move. Grabbing my arm, he swiftly pulls me back towards him and against the wall. "Don't ever walk away from me again, do you understand me?" His voice chills me deep to the core, sending a thrill threw me even though I try to fight it off. "Fuck you." Is my response. "Let's go," he grunts and then his mouth is devouring my own. What the hell is happening in my life? WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, violence, and language. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

|| C A U T I O N || This story is RATED: SPG. Strict guidance from an adult is needed. This may contain scenes depicting sexual intercourse, harsh language, and violence that are not appropriate for young readers. ================================ highest rating: #1 on TeenAdult most impressive rating: #2 on Teen Fiction #18 on Random ••••••••••••••••••• Violet and her family decides to move to Wormbrooke to start a new life. But unfortunately, only Violet and her brother made it after their car crashed on their way. Now an orphan, Violet must start anew for herself, her brother, and for her late parents. She meets Axel, whom she doesn't know had Schizophrenia, and that's where the story begins.

She's the one person that's off-limits to him. Those are the rules. But rules are meant to be broken. Cold, brutal, and arrogant royal bodyguard - Ronan Stone. The people's witty, charming, and gorgeous princess - Grace Grimaldi The rules given to the two are simple: 1. Ronan must keep her safe at all costs. 2. They must not get personally involved, whatsoever. And both rules are shattered when a forbidden, secretive, and lustful relationship blossoms between the two. She's off-limits, he's forbidden. But the forbidden fruit never looked so inviting. Can their relationship come out on top? Or will they be torn apart as she's given to the man she was destined to marry? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Hi, my name's Jake Watson. I'm 28 years old, male. Dirty blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, six foot four tall, 180 pounds more or less. I'm an overly privileged white spoiled rich American boy according to some. A deranged and dangerous threat to society according to others. I suffer from heavy anger management issues, I'm a sociopath with masochistic tendencies and an unconscious death wish. That means the only way for me to feel anything is through self harm, and that I voluntarily put my life on the line at least half of the time. This is my story, and you're very welcome to read it, but only on one condition: don't fall for me. I don't deserve it, I'd destroy you. Like I did to her. I said I was here to fix her, instead I destroyed her. NOTE: This work of fiction is registered on patamu.com, therefore under protection of international copyright laws. https://www.patamu.com/certificate/81538-0a6 Don't be scared by the number of chapters,these are like...3-4 books altogether

(Book #5 out of Best Friend Series) ______________________________ "Nina." I halt in my steps, moving away from Jace as he walks closer to me with a thunderous expression. "Jace?" I question, still backing away from the man in front of me. The Best Friend of my boyfriend. "Be quiet," he demands softly, his eyes on mine in a dangerous, predatory way that has my insides quivering. So wrong. I want to speak again, but his body is so close to mine now. He pushes into me, ever closer than before and I suck in a shaky breath. He's so close that I can feel his body heat sizzling against my chest. I feel my face flush. "We can't," my voice cracks. Get it together, Nina! "I don't care," he growls, pushing me against the wall until I'm fully pressed to the cool material. His forearms glue themselves beside my head, his face only centimeters from my own, and his hips pin me in place. "I'm sick of trying to ignore it, Nina. I'm sick of seeing you with him, seeing his fucking lips on yours." "Jace-" "They should be my lips, Nina." His voice grows quiet. "They always should have been." I don't get a chance to respond this time, not like it would've changed anything, because his mouth is on mine. That's not the worst part. The worst part is me closing my eyes and giving in. Worst mistake yet. WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, violence, swearing and drugs. Read at own risk!