「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠"」 ── He stepped closer, slowly. ❝ So... this is the one? ❞ ❝ Please... don't hurt me...❞ ❝Aren't you just the prettiest little thing I've ever seen? ❞ ── Etienne Theodore is all innocence and wide eyed wonder. A boy lost in his own world of stuffed bunnies and imaginary kingdoms. He lives in a small house in Moscow with his abusive, alcoholic father. Innocent. Pure. Untouched. A little angel drifting through a world too cruel for him. And then there's Aleksander Volkov. Bratva king. The wolf. All seven deadly sins wrapped in one man. Raised in hell, bending both heaven and hell to his will. He is the very definition of blasphemy. When Etienne's father is buried under debt, he is sold to him. Aleksander had never known innocence... until he saw Etienne, fragile and wide eyed, clutching his bunny in his tiny, scared hands. When innocence meets sin, only one question remains: who will survive... and who will be consumed? ──

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

Willow doesn't know how to run, and Kai doesn't know how to love. She is trapped between the terrifying silence of freedom and the consuming fire of his obsession. When his need boils over-in acts of staggering violence and desperate tenderness-Willow finds herself loving the very intensity that threatens to destroy her. This is the story of a girl claimed by a boy who would burn the world to keep her close, and the dangerous truth that she might let him. Book inspired by Chris grey

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Everyone knows Ivan Cornejo. Now meet his son. Santiago Cornejo isn't chasing fame, attention, or love-he's just trying to survive being "Ivan's son." At school, he's lowkey. Unbothered. Uninterested. Except when it comes to Lucy. She's loud, sweet, and completely misunderstood. Everyone thinks she's annoying-except Santiago. And that's why she only talks to him. Quiet and closed off, he hides behind his hoodie and his guitar, avoiding the chaos of his famous family. Lucy is loud, sweet, and always talking... only to him. What starts as silence turns into stolen moments, soft touches, and a love neither of them expected. Set on a rural ranch full of noise, secrets, and second chances, her eyes is a tender, slow-burn romance about healing, first love, and finding peace in each other's presence. this isn't his dad's love story. It's his. Ranks #2 Mexico

"He watched me. And I could feel it. The skin on my neck tingled and a staticky feeling ran down the length of my spine. I had never felt this way before." Fallon Everskies was searching for something. Answers, maybe, as to why the touch of others burned her. And why her parents constantly kept secrets from her. But most of all, and embarrassingly so, she was searching for love. "She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, and taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet, I yearned for her touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it." Lucius Dendron hadn't felt alive in years. There were more...obvious reasons as to why this was. But the main reason was plain and simple; he was lonely. Even if he himself didn't want to admit it.

When the naturally gifted kid meets the academic burn out, seeking validation. ☆彡⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂ミ★ Genesis Sikazwe had always felt invisible, she was always "the other sister" and for the longest time it felt like she was always born to play second fiddle. Until a first chance encounter and a tragedy puts her right in the path of the boy who would change everything for her. Everyone knows there's something rather peculiar about the new student Rain Kiryu, something about him isn't quite right. Maybe it's the way his eyes are like mirrors, sharp silver and the kind that strip you bare. Maybe it's the way he seems to know everything and soared to the top of the class. Or maybe it's the fact that he can't keep his eyes off Genesis, even though their hatred for each other courses like heat through their veins. Or perhaps it's that he was never really new at all... What happens when the two are forced to work on a risky class project together at the university? Rumor has it that desire burns in forced proximity and secrets and lies are to be revealed, that what was once hidden will come to light.

❝You're too much of a nice boy, 𝐋𝐞𝐨.❞ ❝Really?❞ Leo scoffed, gripping Noel's entire pussy with his one hand, his fingers toying with her dripping panties. ❝A nice boy, 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥? Would a nice boy have you soaked like this?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when one of the university's star players and a young legend in the music industry with a horrible reputation cross paths? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟏 - 𝐰𝐦𝐛𝐰 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

[Excerpt]: A familiar cauldron of butterflies presented at the pit of my stomach. The gravitational pull I'd so helplessly fell victim to a countless number of times now felt as inescapable as a rising ocean tide amidst a tsunami. Don't look...don't look...don't loo- Too late, I was already completely entrapped by his unwavering force of attraction. My vision skimmed across the dance floor, slowing every few seconds to recommit to pinning down those dangerous melancholy orbs. I was certain my heart was now racing with palpitations strong enough to send me into cardiogenic shock. Still, I remained determined in my efforts to meticulously trail over the staffed tables until my gaze finally landed on him. An involuntary breath escaped my lips as he and I interlocked eyes. Despite being meters apart, the tension between us felt unbearably thick and unnerving. So much so that I could almost sense the very essence of him breathing down my neck. Taste the familiarity of his cherry pine scent. He was seated at a stationed table with his long legs manspread and body fully relaxed. It was then that I realized that this was the epitome of who he was to his core. He was an emotionless corpse gifted with a Greek-like exterior who could never fathom the thought of bearing his emotions raw to anyone. Worst of all, he was a liar. Fuck him. **Contains mature/adult content

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

" Do you want me to touch you?" He asks in a deep husky voice and i shake my head 'yes' not being able to remember how to use my voice. "Use your words baby." He says as he bites my neck, licking it in the process. "Yes." I whisper. "Yes what?" He whispers back. "Yes, i want you to touch me." I tell him and he moves his hand that was on my stomach down to my.......... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What happens when two people meet in college and they are from different backgrounds and different races. Read and find out more about "In This Together." I promise it's worth reading.