"You're the fucking reason why we've got left!" he shouted "Oh, I'm the reason!?" he groaned out of frustration, running his hand through his hair. "didn't I just said you were?" "fuck you!" I shot back, throwing sand at him. he glared before running after me, catching up fast. his hands grabbed my waist, pushing me down into the sand. our eyes locked, breaths heavy. the anger on his face was clear. my bikini top had slipped, with my nipple exposing me. "don't fucking play with me, indigo," he said voice low, fixing my bikini top before pulling away. his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer before he stood up. --- 𝐓𝐖𝐎 rival swimmers who can't stand each other... 𝐎𝐍𝐄 college trip to a deserted island. When their constant bickering gets them left behind in the middle of a storm, they're forced to stay together on an island for 365 days. A year together of 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, and 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 that were always there.. but was just hidden - 🌊🦀🐬; - 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 - 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 - 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑E SCENES -𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Kingsley is a genius-one of the brightest young minds in England. With perfect grades, natural talent in sports, the ability to play three instruments, and fluency in five languages, she seems like the ideal daughter. But beneath the surface, she's a prisoner of perfection. Her father is determined to shape her into the perfect heir, demanding she mirror her older sister, the golden child everyone adores. But no matter how hard Kingsley tries, she can never escape her sister's shadow. Constantly compared to the girl who can do no wrong, Kingsley is left to struggle with crippling anxiety and the harsh belief that she'll never be enough. The love her father has for her sister only deepens her resentment-both toward her father and her siblings, including the brothers who seem to love her less with each passing day. Her mother's silence only adds to the suffocating isolation. She says nothing as Kingsley's father relentlessly insults her, while his manipulative words continue to tear her apart. The there is him. The man who has caused all her trauma.

She was forged in blood, built to kill, and born from the ashes of a stolen childhood. Morana has never known peace. Her earliest memories are drenched in crimson-her parents' slaughter, her screams silenced by shadows, and hands that dragged her into a nightmare. Taken by faceless monsters, raised in brutality, and trained to be a living weapon, Morana became the perfect assassin long before she turned seventeen. Killing is second nature. Survival is instinct. Mercy is foreign. But after leaving a trail of over fifty bodies in ten minutes, Morana is captured-again. This time, she wakes under harsh white lights, surrounded by strangers who claim to want to help. They tell her she's been brought to The Red Rose Academy-a secretive, elite institution that breeds the deadliest killers the world has never seen. They say she belongs there. They say she can have a future. Morana wants none of it. She wants blood. She wants revenge. She wants to go home-even if "home" means darkness, pain, and solitude. But Red Rose doesn't let go. And Morana is about to discover that the deadliest battles aren't fought with blades... but within. Welcome to the academy where killers are made- And only the coldest survive.

Zyera Ambers minds her business. Cody Whittaker is the business at elite Aethelred University. Heir to a fortune and drowning in privilege, he's used to getting everything-and everyone-he wants. When the one person who doesn't acknowledge his existence captures his twisted fascination, a quiet obsession is born. Now, the king of campus will stop at nothing to make the scholarship artist his most prized possession.

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

Yeah their toxic...but what couple isn't ;) _________________________________________ "Go on", he said slapping her thigh, he could feel her letting go and it was turning him on to unnatural heights seeing her get this dirty for him. "Grind against my hand", he gritted into her ear, and she did just that, grinding her hips in deep circular rotations as he worked her nub. She could feel that famous pleasure boil within her, letting her know she was close. ________________________________________ Everyone has a soulmate, someone they're destined to find. Until that moment comes, we often spend our lives imagining who they might be. But Jason and Krissy don't have to wonder much longer, as one ordinary evening in detention, a substitute teacher drops a bombshell: they're each other's soulmates. Neither of them is thrilled. They come from opposite ends of the school's social hierarchy, and they've spent more time rolling their eyes at each other than dreaming of true love. But Destiny doesn't make mistakes. Now, Jason and Krissy must decide whether to fight fate - or fall into it. Can they unlearn everything they thought they knew and let themselves desire the only person Destiny has said they were born to love? WARNING: I'm rewriting the story. Chapters with ✨'s are rewritten and contain new themes and storylines. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 18+

Pendal is a beacon of light-a girl who always sees the good in everyone, her bubbly character capable of brightening the darkest days. Yet, her kind heart has endured its share of heartbreak, especially with a boyfriend too weak to defend her against his disapproving mother. She loved him anyway, clinging to the hope of a brighter future. Donald-a wealthy businessman who relocated to the States to oversee the launch of a new branch. Their worlds collide in a way neither of them could have foreseen, bound together by an incident shrouded in mystery and misunderstanding and a sudden marriage. Pendal, a stranger to him, somehow becomes a name on everyone's lips, a woman others claim is his lover. Their destinies are intertwined in ways that will reshape their lives forever. In the web of lies, deceit, and the echoes of an unexpected connection, they must decide: will they take control of their fate, or will they leave it to destiny to decide? He looked away and immediately brought his eyes back. "Oh, I wasn't avoiding that... I just don't know what best answer to give because look at me," he used a hand gesture. "Do you think I am physically strong enough to give the doctors a hard time? It is their fault if they can't understand what I want and what I don't want," he continued. "And I assume what you wanted is for them to not treat you anymore. Is that it? There is a 100% chance that you will walk again. You have to take that." "Marry me then!" "Excuse me, what???"

"She served him a meal. He served her a life sentence." Laila Carter, a hard-working college student with dreams bigger than her wallet, takes a waitressing job to help pay for school. She's sharp-tongued, stunning, and uninterested in the men who fawn over her at work. But one night, the mysterious and powerful Demetri Vescari walks into the restaurant she works at-not as a customer, but as the silent owner and ruthless mafia leader hiding in plain sight. Demetri becomes obsessed with Laila's voice, her goddess-like locs, and the fire in her eyes. She resists him at every turn, sensing the danger he conceals behind his charm. But when Demetri blackmails her estranged father into agreeing to a marriage neither she nor her heart agreed to, Laila is thrust into a deadly world of secrets, power, and passion. And there's no walking away from a man who's decided you're his.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Paradise is the girl with the pretty playlists, the unread messages, and a smile stitched on like armor. To her friends, she's funny. To strangers, she's ice. But no one really knows her not the version that's tired, hurting, and quietly slipping through the cracks. Cameron's the campus quarterback loud, golden, untouchable. He laughs like nothing hurts, but there's rage simmering under all that charm. And Paradise? She's the only one who sees it. They meet at a party neither of them wanted to be at. One reckless night becomes another, then another. No promises. No feelings. No one knows. But secrets can't stay hidden forever. And when feelings start bleeding through the cracks, everything they've buried threatens to rise. She's just trying to make it to tomorrow. He's never learned how to be gentle. Love was never the plan but sometimes broken finds broken.