"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

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? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

[BEING REWITTEN] #𝗙! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗩! 𝗝𝗝𝗞 ✧ in which a spineless teenager is a jujutsu sorcerer against her will and also has an obsession with marriage (𝗭𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥)

In every cliche story there's always a him and a her. But in reality, there is always that one person who loved him more. Known him longer and has tried to get his attention in so many ways but never got noticed. Then there is her. She's the "perfect" girl. The "it girl" of the school. She's the "good girl" or the "nerd" in every cliche story on wattpad. The one who did nothing yet she stil got his attention. And the girl who loves him more cries and get heartbroken. She's the one that he never noticed. She's the one who's always beside him. She's the girl he never wanted. She's the girl who never gives up on him. She's the girl he always ignores. This is her story.

cara delores, a newly transferred young student, foolishly eager for attention. salvatore romano, an assistant principal that has aged like fine wine, engaged and is hiding a dark secret dark desire and affection is forbidden.

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three was Mila's lucky number, it was also her favourite number. Something about it calmed her. She enjoyed having three of everything or doing something three times. So surprisingly, when three men appeared in her life, it was a good sign. Like the angels came down from heaven and told her she had been blessed. In which she had. Those three men would change her life, she just didn't know it yet. Read to find out more... Warning: adult content

On the top floor in the tallest buildings of the city, a very beautiful girl stood near the floor to ceiling glass window. looking at the mesmerising scene in the sky.The dark sky is filled with fireworks, the brightness from the fireworks fall on the girl and reflected on the glass A man walk from behind the girl in the dark room.The man is tall, broad shoulder, have a powerful physic and his powerful muscle make him very masculine.The black suit he is wearing, sets very well with his cold aura and the dangerous aura around him make him look like a devil. He walk towards the girl in long stride with his long leg. His cold eye soften as he look at the petite figure in front of him.The man hug her from behind his powerful arm around her thin waist and he buried his face in her neck and sniff her addictive smell. He placed a soft kiss on her delicate neck. He held her hand and saw diamond ring he gave on her ring finger. The girl turn to look at him, her eyes filled with love as him. "Like it?" He asked in a deep voice She nodded. "I love you" She said in soft voice as she lean in his arm. He look at her warmly sealed her lips with his. Just separated from her lips, "I love you too" Then again dived in for a deep kiss. Once she was loved by her family, she was regarded as the goddess among her peers. She was the beauty everyone was mesmerize wth, she was the object of every girls envy and object of admiration for boys. she was the example of elegance and virtuous but an incident change the illusion she lived into. He was the king of the dark world. Hades in the human form, his name is enough to send Shiver down the spine.He rule the world. Everyone was afraid of him.His is very powerful and dangerous. but he held her in his palm. She warmed his cold heart the moment she entered his life. He held her on his tip on heart. But for her he could destroy the world, she is the only reason for him to live. They are juz for each other. Full description inside

DISCLAIMER: This story is completed, however it is unedited. I wrote this story when I was very young, and it is reflected in the work. If you are looking for the edited version of Love, Emma as seen on my Instagram or Facebook, this is NOT it. . . . . . . . . . . "E-Emma? It's okay y-you know. I-I'm used to i-i-it." "You shouldn't have to be, some people disgust me, the nerve of them." "I can't blame t-t-th-them, I m-mean l-l-l-look at m-me." He sounds so defeated, even though I can tell he's trying to hide it, so hurt and broken and utterly defeated. And that, to me, is absolutely heartbreaking. Whipping around, he bumps into me, clearly not expecting my abrupt stop. "I am looking at you, and you're beautiful Nathan Walker, beautiful." There's tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat the size of a basketball, and my eyes are burning, and my heart hurts but it's so fast, pounding a beat against my chest---because he should know. People like Nathan deserve to be told how unequivocally, unconditionally, completely beautiful they are. . . . . . . . . . . Emma Dawn is a sixteen year old girl in the big city of Toronto who befriends her school's social pariah, Nathan Walker. Outcast for his looks, Nathan's a very quiet, very gentle, giant, but everything's not that simple; the tough guy one might assume him to be is nothing like what he actually is, not with his stutter, continuous insecurities, and his social anxiety. While their friendship develops, both at school and at his families Italian-style Cafe, Emma slowly starts to tear down his walls, finding herself deeply caring for the boy she finds behind them---a boy so caught up in his life's worth of ridicule, he has no idea of how beautiful he is. Read on into the story of Emma and Nathan, where she helps him come to terms with his anxiety, breaks his insecurities, and every other social standard set to define something beautiful. . . . . . . . . . .

Apollo never had anything he cared for. All he thought about in his life, was how to end it. Until her. There was nothing that compared to the light that radiated off of her as she bounced into his life. He would do anything to keep it with him. But in the dangerous world that they lived in, she would become his weakness and that wasn't something he could risk, or was it? He never claimed he was a good man. ... Y'all I wrote this a long time ago so don't cringe too hard at the cliche scenes. I promise it gets better as you keep reading ;)