"You're so fucking annoying." Jake just shook his head at me. "And you're a self centered uptight dickhead." I glared at him. Jake laughed lightly at the insult. "You have such nice things to say about the guy that just fucked the shit out of you." - Evan and Jake hated each other. That was the one fact everyone knew. Captains to rival football teams meant that they were constantly at each other's throats. Everything turned into a way to one-up the other. But then the two boys find themselves alone in a bar bathroom and soon they are stuck in an enemy with benefits arrangement that can only turn messy. ⚠️Content Warnings- Sexual content, abuse, homophobia {book one in Crossing Lines series}

He towered over me. His green eyes gazed at me and for a moment I was captivated by them. I cleared my throat. "I need your help to become a good girl" He laughed, his soft melodic laugh filling my ears. How does someone make a laugh sound sexy? "I'm sorry what?" "I need your help to become a good girl" I repeated. ×× Lana McAllister, the bad girl of the school has one task. To be a good girl. Sure it can be simple right? Get good grades, do homework, dress appropriately and no parties. But for Lana this is essentially hard. So she seeks help from someone that's willing to help. Luke West. He has good looks, sits at the front of the class, gets good grades and attends no parties. No one said this was gonna be easy. Especially if you're falling for the wrong guy.. ×× Cover by: Eatsleepswimrepeat_ Started updating: 24/9/17 Finished updating: 15/8/18 Highest rank: #84 teen fiction 29/7/18

#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 #3 in drama tag 23|06|2019 *Originally titled 'The Art of the Bartender's Heart'* "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartender, "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" "There's other things I could be doing," he responded with a wink. He started pouring another drink, "Got a name?" "Audrey." The man gave me a wicked grin, "I'm Nathan." A/N: This is a mature New Adult romance!

Mafia. It was a word Marina Baracada grew up associating with, but left when she entered the college world of UC Berkley. She was living a normal life for the first three years of college and on her way to graduating early with friends to support her along the way. But with the mafia comes obligations, and hers lay with the act of becoming the upcoming leader. Kyle Bleu was the epitome of a sexy bad boy. Frat star, heart-breaker, and street racer. His future has already been determined for him by the people he calls parents, where he will be forced back into a past he's not proud of. When the two world's (almost literally) collide one more fateful morning, there is a change for the both of them. The two opposites become more than people with similar pasts and scarred minds; but people filled with lust and affection, leading to an undeniable love. Will the two stick by one another when their future's become a reality; or will the relationship become nothing more than a distant memory in the passionate battle of power and love, ending in more than broken hearts? --- There is in excerpt from this story in the first section you go into and it is between Kyle and Marina, I would put it here but it's too long so don't forget to read that! I have no connections to the college or anything, this is a made up story, all rights reserved to the owners or producers of anything in here that is not mine. Also, this story's rights belong to me and only me so please do not attempt to plagiarize. THIS CONTATINS STRONG LANGUANGE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, DRUG AND ALCOHOL REFERENCES, AND VIOLENCE I suggest for you to be 14+ and if you are younger I would appreciate it if you did not read this story because of the graphics. It has chapters on private for a reason Prodigies;)

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

Lawson is bad at calculus. Sean, a mathematics education major, is more than willing to help.

How Jean and Caden meet, three years later.

It is a known fact Nathan Daily has sex with everyone- literally everyone- except, of course, Glenn Pearson.

In which Remy Reed has a troubled past and severe trust issues, and Cecil Clarke is very persistent. HEADS UP- MENTIONS OF SERIOUS CHILD ABUSE IN HERE-

Collier has never needed many people in his life. His two best friends had always been there for him, and his father made up for the support that his mother lacked, but when both of his friends find them self's in serious relationships, and his mother forced Cole to live with her after his parents divorce, Collier finds himself desperate for some sort of companionship. Who would have ever thought that Henry Stone, unfriendly, short tempered Henry Stone would be looking for that as well.