She was ready to fall, but he caught her. Standing on the edge of a rooftop at 3 AM, Leighton was ready to disappear, until Ronan Fitch stopped her. The cocky, reckless frat boy with a savior complex.

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

"He was not my husband, he was not my lover and yet I let him do things on my body." For Cassandra Vitalis, the most painful thing in her life was watching the man she loves get married to the love of his life. So she drowned her sorrows with alcohol and proposed a deal to a stranger that her sane self would never ever do it. To forget the unrequited love she has for the man she loves she slept with the man she met at the wedding. When she woke up much to her horror, the man who spent a wild and uninhibited night with her was none other than Calix Spiridakou, the cousin of the man she loves! Would she accept this devilish man's offer to help her forget her first love by spending her days--and probably her nights in his bed?

Bonnie Bennett uncovers an ancient riddle that hints at a hidden bond. As she delves into the darkness and light of intertwined destinies, Bonnie must confront the truths of an old prophecy. With her fate and future hanging on a tread, she faces a battle that will determine whether this ancient tie will bind or break them all. Rankings: #1 Klonnie #1 Mystic Falls #2 The Originals #2 Vampirefanfiction #3 Bamon #4 Bonnie Bennett #5 Klauslovestory #16 Mysterious Warning: SMUT CHAPTERS.

Franny Harlow never expected to become a nanny-especially not for Enzo Westbrook, the ruthless billionaire with a reputation as cold as the steel empire he built. But with bills piling up and her six-year-old son, Mason, to care for, she takes the job, determined to keep things strictly professional. Enzo has spent years shutting out the world, haunted by the tragic loss of his wife. His only concern is his five-year-old daughter, Sophie, who hasn't spoken a word since the accident. But when Franny enters their lives, everything changes. Sophie begins to smile again, Mason becomes the little brother Sophie never had, and Enzo finds himself drawn to Franny in a way he never expected. What starts as stolen glances and lingering touches soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. But Enzo is engaged to Victoria Langley, a woman who fits perfectly into his world-on paper. And Franny, still scarred by her past, refuses to be anyone's dirty little secret. When passion ignites and buried emotions rise to the surface, Enzo must make a choice: stay locked in a life of duty and guilt, or risk everything for the woman who has brought his heart back to life.

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

Paige Monroe is your typical girl, she loves luxury and the finer things in life. Travis Prescott, on the other hand, is her polar opposite-a rugged country man who values simplicity and hard work. When their worlds collide, sparks fly in more ways than one.

After getting in trouble for the millionth time, Landon's mother makes the decision to ship him off to Montana to stay with his father for the summer. The thought of spending those long, sweltering days in the middle of nowhere, far from the comforts of city life-complete with relentless heat, annoying bugs, and the occasional wild animal-was far from what Landon had envisioned for his summer break. But as fate would have it, he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, especially not for meeting Clementine. As Landon steps out of the dinner, he notices a group of boys. And one of them hops off the truck's hood, his mischievous smile lighting up a face. "Looky here, we got us a city boy," he mocks, sizing Landon up with a scrutinizing gaze. Landon feels the defiance sparking within him. "A city boy that can whoop your ass," he retorts, his voice stead. He squares his shoulders. "Guys, leave him alone," a voice cuts through the tension as a dark-skinned beauty jumps out of the truck, her presence commanding the group's attention. Landon's gaze drifts toward her, and he can't help but take her in fully from her slicked-back curly hair to her dusty boots that tell stories of their own. There's a fierce spark in her eyes, as if she can see right through him-confronting any lingering uncertainty he has about being here. He watches her engage with the boys, still keeping an eye on the one that spoke. Suddenly, the summer landscape doesn't feel so indifferent, and the oppressive heat seems a little less daunting. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

"She wrote a song about him. He never stopped listening." Two weeks in Mexico changed everything. Ainsley Brooks thought it was just a vacation - sunsets, tequila, and laughter with friends. Then came Logan: steady, guarded, the kind of man who made promises with his eyes instead of words. One summer night turned into something unforgettable... until goodbye came too soon. Now, years later, Ainsley's chasing her country music dream - viral songs, flashing lights, and a name the world finally knows. But when a twist of fate brings her back to Tennessee, she finds that some stories don't end where you leave them. Because the boy she met under the Mexican moon? He's the man who never stopped loving her. "Made It Out of Mexico" - a slow-burn, full-circle love story about second chances, chasing dreams, and finding your way home.