To the unknowing eye, the exotic young woman making her way through the English countryside is just another poor girl, hungry and looking for work. But Elena Del Fuego is much more than that. She is the youngest daughter of the King of Spain and she is running from an arranged marriage he forced upon her. Elena learned of the betrothal when she was ten years old, and found out that it was to happen on her eighteenth birthday to a Portuguese Prince twenty years her senior. She had eight years to plan her perfect escape. Her escape takes her to Derbyshire where she finds work as a housemaid at a grand estate called Ascot. While Elena had always planned to keep her head down, she cannot help but notice the handsome heir to the dukedom, David Wilde. But life is not like a fairy tale. The handsome heir cannot marry the maid and turn her into a princess, for Elena is already that. She is a princess with two nations chasing her, two nations determined to keep Elena and David apart and to take Elena home.

~•~ 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.

Eighteen years is a long time. But for Oli and Luna that time passes in the blink of an eye. Since the moment they met, nothing could have separated the two of them. At 8 and 13, they were an unusual pair of best friends. But they didn't care for anyone else's opinions. Oli was content to listen to Luna's endless ramblings while Luna was content to look up to Oli, following him everywhere he went. But eighteen years passes quickly when distance separates the pair. First college, then work - life gets in the way. But eventually Oli and Luna find their way back to each other, the two of them moving back to their hometown eighteen years after they first met. Things are different this time around. Oli's professional basketball career has been and gone, while Luna's a young, up and coming lawyer. He's not the young teen he used to be and she's not the little girl he once knew. These two are thrown back together time and time again by fate. Perhaps this time, the timing is right for something more than just friends. Maybe they were meant to be All Along.

"Aurora?" "Yes, George?" The story of two teens; a tutor and her student. And how they fell in love.

Amelie went unnoticed... or so she thought. Since the first time Amelie George stepped into a school, she had been depicted as uptight and scared of everything. With a pair of distant parents and snickers behind her back, at times she believed she would never be loved. Shy, insecure and too witty for her own good, Amelie lived her life alone and outcasted. Yet when a sleepover goes wrong, she finds herself noticed by a man with scarlet eyes, gauntly skin and looks to kill - literally. They were bound, and he would destroy anything in his path in a desiring desperation to make her his for all eternity. _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❦ mature/sexual scenes ❦ violence ❦ explicit language ❦ alcohol consumption _____ S T A R T E D - 25/12/2020 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

She is the Princess, and he's her guard. A lust that's forbidden. - Princess Celeste Lawerence is a snotty, rebellious, and vain temptress. At least, that's what the kingdom of Alvera says she is. Landing every one of her personal guards in exile or worse after they made advances for her. With her seductive gowns and devastating beauty, Celeste's reputation proceeds her. Every guard in Alvera knows she is a death sentence. Even the guard they say will be immune to her. Gray Anderson devoted his life to protecting the people of Alvera. However, he despises the royal family. Gray's loyalty is to the heart of the people, not the crown. His bloodthirsty skills and ruthless nature earned him the second-highest rank of Lieutenant General. He barely ever set foot in the castle where the royals resided; instead, he led battalions and stayed on the front lines with his troops. And that's where he wants to stay. But when he's called in before the king and queen, Gray is given a new purpose-Princess Celeste's new private guard. She's determined to get rid of him like the others, and he's ready to tame the unpredictable Princess. However, lust burns hot, and it threatens to burn both of them.

Get branded as a villain Wait for a brutal death? No, To save myself I have to seduce my final hope. I have to seduce The Knight Commander

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN