"Ouch, my self-esteem. You really know how to hurt a man." "You're barely a man. You're like twelve." "On a scale of one to ten? How sweet!" I stopped walking, causing him to come to an abrupt stop a mere inch behind me, "What the hell do you want?" "You." ~ VALERIE LOCKHART. Sassy, sarcastic, sweet and obsessed with avocados. Her past was horrible. Her mother was murdered. No thrill. Until she met him. ELIJAH HASTAWAY. Flirtatious, caring and ridiculously attractive. His past was horrible. He lost everything. No love. Until he met her. When the past is left unresolved, it bleeds like ink, destroying every page and chapter to follow. You better fix the problem before it seeps in and ruins the entire book. ⚠️ The following story may appear cliche but there is a lot more to it, so buckle up, it's gonna be a rollercoaster of emotions, stupid puns and plot twists! ⚠️ ~ Completed: August 2018 Cover created by: @silverrosess ❤️ This book was inspired by a text post by tumblr user: christmasbarakat :)) ~ ON AMAZON AS A PAPERBACK WITH EXCLUSIVE PARTS FOR JUST $9.95 (USD)! ~ PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. THIS STORY WAS CREATED ENTIRELY BY ME. IT'S NOT NICE TO STEAL PEOPLE'S WORK. ANYONE CAUGHT COPYING WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY. Thanks have a good day!

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

- PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS 'The Scars Of Your Love' - Emmeline Adams is just getting settled into her new life as a college student in Berkeley, California. She has her entire life mapped out on paper and her sights set on a successful career. However, when dropping off her new roommate at a party the day before college begins, she stumbles across a pair of grey eyes that derail her plans before she ever realises it. Aiden Blackwood was known for his bad temper and lack of empathy. However, behind the tall walls he's built to protect himself, he's far more than just an acclaimed villain. He symbolises everything Emma distrusts. She embodies everything Aiden fears. So what happens when this shattered man surrounded by darkness discovers a light at the end of a very long tunnel? --- Hi Everyone! This is my first story so it's a little rough around the edges, definitely not perfect, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. MATURE AUDIENCE WARNING: May contain graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Accomplishments 🥇 in LoveAtFirstSight 🥇 in Complicated 🥇 in OppositesAttract 🥇 in ComplicatedRelationships 🥇 in Trending 🥇 in BadPast 🥇 in Heartbreak 🥇 in Jealousy 🥇 in RomanticSuspense 🥇 in YoungRomance 🥈 in ComingOfAge 🥈 in LoveHate

Ever wondered what going to one of Britain's notorious boarding schools is like? With drinking, romance and midnight gatherings occurring on a daily basis, the school does not disappoint. Who follows rules when you have anything you want at your fingertips? Based on a real girl and a real school.

*BOOK ONE IN THE DAVENPORT ACADEMY SERIES* Quinn Taylor and Jordan Campbell have always come head to head when it comes to their academic life. Now it's their senior year and they are fighting for their spot as valedictorian. When a new girl, old enemies and feelings are thrown into the mix, how will Quinn and Jordans relationship change? Can you trust someone if you aren't sure they have your best interest at heart? *Not edited* ~Highest Rankings~ #2 in Academic Rivals #6 in Jordan #4 in Quinn

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)