I had changed. Three years had passed, and I was different now. But then I met her. And suddenly, I was terrified-terrified that if I let myself fall for her, I'd become the monster I once was. The only thing that truly scared me... Was the man I used to be. - Zayn Banks Sequel to Ethereally.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

Delilah Grace Monroe has never belonged-not to a family, not to a home, and certainly not to a man. At 185 pounds, with thick thighs and a heart too soft for the world, she's spent her life being told she's too much. Too loud. Too heavy. Too broken. After escaping an abusive ex and the ghosts of foster care, Delilah lands in Ash Hollow-a dusty town ruled by the Iron Saints Motorcycle Club. She wants silence. Safety. A chance to breathe. What she finds is Maddoz "Saint" Barlowe, the club's cold, calculating president. He's older. Dangerous. Untouchable. But when it comes to Delilah, he's soft. Protective. Possessive in ways that terrify her-and thrill her. As Delilah begins to trust again, she discovers that not every man leaves. Not every family breaks. And sometimes, the most feared man in town is the only one who sees you clearly. This is a story of trauma, tenderness, and the kind of love that rebuilds you from the inside out. Content Warnings: PTSD, emotional abuse, foster care trauma, age-gap romance, protective alpha male, slow-burn healing

~•~ 26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community. 23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and is unfortunately Connor's neighbor. Connor moves into the huge and gorgeous house right next to Serena's own big and beautiful home. The pair immediately form a growing hatred for one and other when Connors first "house warming party" involves blasting music at 2 am and his guest puking in her petunia's. He's a bad boy party animal, and she likes her quiet where she can stay inside and read all day. Nothing in common at all. In fact complete opposites. Yet, Connor can't seem to get the outline of Serena's perfect curves out of his lustful thoughts and Serena finds herself fantasizing about Connor's chiseled body on top of hers. Sexual tensions and ever growing lust sets the two a flame with desires they wish they could ignore.

The first time I saw her and met her, it wasn't what I had imagined. Her beauty was angelic, her voice was soft and low, and her eyes-her eyes as big as the sun....filled with so much innocence. The moment my fingers flipped through the pages of her book something dark inside of me woke up, the need to claim her and break her all together. Known as one of best selling authors, writes the kind of stories that make people's skin crawl. Filled with her dark fantasies, sinful acts, the need to be let loose, strips the desire down to her deepest internal feelings. No one would ever guess a woman like Lucille jones, could think such vile things and turn it into art. - Love doesn't have to be delicate to be real; it can be docile like a lamb or submissive like its predator. #1 - Author

"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

Valentina do you have any idea what you do to me on a daily basis? He said as I walked back, he got closer and closer to me till I was blocked by his office desk. He moves his hands to my waist and hoist me up on the desk , with my legs slightly apart he stood in between them while his tatted hand moved to My exposed thigh. Tell me ,I said as I moved my hands to his shoulders then to his hair ,playing with it as his hand moved higher up my thigh till he reached my laced underwear and started rubbing my clothed pussy through them. You make me wanna... ⚠️mature content ⚠️strong language

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez - the quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY #5 CEO

Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."