Magnolia's past is a tangled mess of heartbreak and trauma, and moving to a new school should've been her fresh start. But when the popular girls befriend her, she's thrown into a world she avoided in her past. The one person who stands out the most? Callahan, a silent but stunning hockey player who hides behind his quiet demeanor. As sparks fly, Magnolia's heart starts to thaw, but she has to confront the scars left before she can truly open up to love again.

Charlotte, a single mom trying to make ends meet, runs a small bakery in a sleepy town. Business is slow until a famous, notoriously grumpy chef, Oliver Steele, moves into the town's old manor to escape the city's pressure. When he starts coming to her bakery every morning, it sparks curiosity and rumors.

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, warn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute. His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no end of any tunnel. Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of black jeans and t-shirts that are too big for her, called him pretty. "It's not." He shocks me again and my smile gets wider as happiness flushed through me. Seeing him understand why I'm upset is mentally refreshing. The people who hurt me don't understand. Even mama doesn't. I can tell from the new wounds every week. I move forward and hug his slim waist tightly while smushing my face into his very warm chest. His turtleneck is soft under my chin. His hands lay by his side and I use my own to bring them around my waist. Our height difference makes it only a bit harder for him to put his chin on my head. Dalaric remains tense but but holds me tighter when I try to pull away. "This is what friends to, I think. They hug, right?" I ask, tapping my chin in thought. He seems just as lost as me with his blank expression and slight confusion. He tries to pull me back but I shake my head and he glares at me. I boop his nose and grin at his cute glare. Aw.

A girl who learned to hold herself together. A man who makes it feel safe to fall apart. Zara Lavigne was done with love after her last relationship left her quiet, careful, and convinced that softness was a weakness. Matteo Vale is steady in a way she's never known - patient, warm, and impossibly hard to hide from. He doesn't ask her to change. He just shows her what it feels like to be treated gently. But letting someone in is the one thing she promised she'd never do again. So what happens when she realises she wants to? ------------------------------------------------------------------ "She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the quiet of him. "I didn't know love could feel like this," she whispered. Matteo pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Like what?" "Gentle."" ------------------------------------------------------------------

Doe Verona is the definition of sweetness. Of light She brings joy to people's days. Whilst wishing for more in her own life. Wondering what that little something is that is missing And then she meets Kane. The 'perfect' man. Kane Damiani A rough violent dangerous man who invokes fear and respect into his country His family runs Italy And whilst on the job, he stumbles across the sweet Doe A beautiful innocent angel that makes him think twice about every aspect of his life He wants her He wants to be better for her But will she look at him the same way once she finds out who he is? And what he's capable of? 18+

A sweet girl who sees the good in everyone. A grumpy guy who just wants everyone to fuck off. A chocolate milk accident that's brings them together. Secrets. Lies. A dark past. What could possibly go wrong? Or right? Maybe a love story. Or something so much more. ♡︎ "His blinding white teeth again then "I like when you say my name," I cock my head "Enzo?" He hums "Hm?" "I like it when you touch me. It gives me butterflies" I say, drawing a butterfly on his chest with the tip of my finger. He's quiet for a moment then "Oh yeah?" I smile "Oh yeah" ♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎ #1 in GrumpyxSunshine #1 in brooding #1 in strawberries #2 in bubbly #1 in Althea Started: October 8th, 2021 Finished: July 4th 2022

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆