What happens when two people who take care of everyone finally get taken care of? Zara Mitchel talks with her hands, laughs with her whole chest, and walks into a room like she owns the light. She has spent years being the dependable one, the oldest daughter, the problem-solver, the woman everyone calls when something goes wrong. Between building her career in New York's fashion industry and carrying the weight of her family's expectations, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not a charming hockey player with observant eyes and a touch that makes her forget her own rules. Connor Whitfield prefers quiet to crowds and actions to words. As a professional hockey player, he's used to pressure, responsibility, and putting everyone else's needs before his own. Then Zara crashes into his life, all confidence, warmth, and sharp insight, and suddenly she's the only person he can't stop thinking about. They collide by accident and become something neither of them planned and both of them crave. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore what's growing between them. What begins as friendship turns into longing, stolen moments, and a connection neither of them expected; and in the soft glow of New York nights, control slips first... then clothes... then every rule they swore they'd keep. How long can two people who are already acting like they love each other pretend they don't? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

Genesis never thought a wounded soldier would collapses in her backyard. He's injured, armed, and doesn't speak a lick of English. She should've turned him in. But sympathy got the best of her. So she helps him instead. As the days pass, Genesis finds herself falling for the man she was never meant to meet-let alone love. But he isn't just any soldier. He's a member of the SSD. The clock is ticking, but his time with her isn't.

Grace Montclair had been prepared for everything all her life... except Sebastian Ashbourne. *Can be read as a standalone.

Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forget about her lonely life at home and provides a safe space in her mind. She loves dancing. Kayson Hayes, is an odd one. He has black fluffy hair that reaches just past his eyes. He always where's a black surgical mask to school because he believes that the school air is contaminated. Well, nobody knows he thinks that. But nobody has actually seen his face. He only speaks when he needs to, and is horrible at expressing his emotions. The only thing that helps him is underground fighting. He loves fighting. ------------------------------ "People like to talk, what would your date think if he saw you under here with me? Or someone told him you were under here with me doing something?" He asked huskily, I glared at him. "Nothing. Because we aren't doing anything," I shrugged, he smirked. Kayson is smirking? "And if we were?" He questioned, moving his free hand down my waist and stopped at my hip. His other hand trailed from my waist chain to my back before traveling up to the nape of my neck, my breath hitched. I had to tilt my head up to look at him. "What are you doing?" I breathed, he stared at me deeply with a look in his eyes. He dropped his hands. "I don't know."

"So Professor Jones, does this mean that we are an actual thing now?" "Princess, calling me that will get you in trouble," he grunts. I smiled in response, because he liked it. He liked that I was calling him professor. I think this was what was so exciting about him and I. He was my professor and the idea of fucking each other is a turn on. There was also the fact I had Grayson as well, even though he was the more reserved one, but what's the harm in still having both of them. I moved my hands under his shirt and I felt soft patch of hair, but hard muscle. "Maybe I want to get in trouble," I teased. "I thought you were going to be a good girl?" Grayson interjects. "I never said I would be good all the time," I say, innocently.

In a season ruled by marriage, Lily Ashbourne wants knowledge. As the outspoken daughter of a duke, Lily is expected to charm, smile, and choose wisely among the many suitors parading through her family's estate. But Lily finds herself unmoved by titles and flattery, far more intrigued by books, ideas, and the quiet intelligence of a man who does not seek her attention at all. Sir Edmund Hale is a scholar. He is reserved, and utterly uninterested in the spectacle of the Ton. When circumstance forces their paths to cross, Lily discovers in him something rare: a mind that challenges her own and a world of learning she has been denied.

Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

After damaging property belonging to one of the most feared Spanish mafia families in the city, seventeen-year-old Nyla Brooks expects to be killed on the spot. Instead, she's taken in by the powerful De León family, who become strangely protective over the orphaned girl. But as secrets about Nyla's past begin to surface, it becomes clear her disappearance years ago was no accident-and someone is willing to kill to keep the truth buried.

Kiara already had an unsteady start at life, and the perks of being a wanted bandit in a city of greed only gave her the opportunity of taking heavy risks she couldn't care less about. What more is she living for anyways? When the chance to rob a mansion arises, Kiara couldn't help but take it without a single thought, nor a second glance. Little did she know she sealed her fate the second she stepped foot into that house. Monsters lurked in this world, and Kiara unknowingly stepped into a territory too dark for her liking. Domenico Guerra wasn't a man to be played with, and unfortunately the poor girl realised that a bit too late. ⚠️IN THE PROCESS OF GLAMMING HER UP (editing)⚠️ Themes and Warnings: Crime Action Mystery Corruption Government Violence✨ Swearing✨ Gore✨ Smut⚡️ 🔥COMPLETED🔥

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.