A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't. ••• Completed • First Draft - half edited. Watty2025 winner #1 in #Romance #1 in #Brotherbestfriend #2 in #bestfriendsbrother #2 in #icehockey

"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

when a rich spoiled bad boy Jeon Jung-hoon gets into an encounter with a Muslim girl and they become enemies so he bully her humiliates her and insults her in every possible way to make her lose her modesty and dignity, he bet on her that he will make her get on her knees for him like other girls he used to hangout with them but she remains firm on her Deen and it's teachings and keep her Tawakkul strong and it made him wonder and curious about her even more. The journey of Him " I don't believe in God " to " There is no God but Allah is the only one " she was the reason he found His right path and his Rab after losing her but His Rab will bless him with the most beautiful gift of his Life in an unexpected way.

[COMPLETE][UNEDITED] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⭒ 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 (𝟏𝟖), the daughter of Stella and Leo Russo. She's a Mafia heir who's struggled for years trying to figure out which Mafia she'd want to take over. She doesn't take shit from anyone and sure as shit won't take anything from her new bodyguard. 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 "𝐍𝐢𝐱" 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 (𝟐𝟐), a new bodyguard to the Italian Mafia due to him seeing something he shouldn't have. His one job is to protect Emmy and make sure she's completely safe. No matter what. What happens when he becomes her personal bodyguard? Will she give him a hard time like all the others or will feelings get involved and complicate things instead? ⭒ started: july 1st, 2022 finished: march 10th, 2025

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜 I was broken. I was deceived. I was betrayed. I was familiar only with emotions of pain and anger. Darkness was a part of me. There was nothing left of me; I was completely shattered. Then she came, An angel. The word meant nothing to me until I saw her. She entered my life like sunshine, my sunshine. I couldn't find myself amidst the pain, but she did. She found me. She made me feel alive again. She saved me. She picked up all of my broken pieces and put them together more beautifully. She bleed for me. She burned herself for me. She loved me without wanting anything in return. She became my home, my family, something in which I never believed and never had. But if she knew what I did and how dangerous I was for her. I would lose her and myself again. ... 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 My life was simple and revolved around my family, friends, and career. I wanted to achieve my dream, then fall in love, get married, and have a family. I wanted a simple and happy life. Then he came. A devil. He was not a red man with horns and a tail; no, he was beautiful. He came into my life like a hurricane and displaced everything. He wanted to make me his for his selfish reasons. All it takes is one glance. With his gorgeous eyes now imprinted on my soul, he became my world. Living with him, I realized he was a broken man with a haunted past and soul-wrenching memories. The foundation my life had been built on shifted. I made a vow to myself, a vow to heal his soul, to make him feel alive again. I promised myself to free him from his darkness and pain. I promised myself to save him. I will not stop until I give him what he deserves, even if it means losing myself in his darkness, burning myself in his hell. I will not stop. I will heal you, Amore Mio.

"I hate you" The words rolled out of her tongue without any hesitation, her eyes reflected the hatred she had for the guy who had her pinned between him and the wall. "mmmm" He stepped closer towards her. His lips placing rough kisses on her neck to which she never stopped him once. Hearts devoid of emotions yet bodies were capable of feeling the pleasure to their satisfaction adding another wave of hatred towards each other. "I know you do but trust me you can't hate me as much as I do "- Jungkook

He was monster, She was innocent. He was so mean, She was all serene. No love in his heart, Hers, was a work of art. Everything was absurd and, there was no way out too! He can do anything to make her stay Even if it involved killing innocents too! Ag-Mong Ville (악몽 마을) translation = Nightmare Ville READ THE PROLOGUE! (Book is unedited so you will find lots of grammar mistake. I'll edit the book once am done writing my on going book) #1 in btsjeonjungkook 12/26/2023