Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers. She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy but not when her father orders security to follow her around twenty-four seven. Forbidding her from leaving the castle, from owning a phone or choosing her own clothes. Everly is branded as untameable by the Royal Family, notable for sabotaging every security guards chance at the job. Forcing them to quit due to her erratic and uncontrollable actions. The King decides to take action, hiring an ex-SAS soldier, Grayson Fox, who served in the British Army for four years to become Everly's security guard. Grayson is tough, cold and unsympathetic. Perfect for taming the Princess into royal shape. As Everly and Grayson grow closer, spending everyday together, Grayson soon discovers the dark and sinister secrets that are hiding within the Royal Family. Everly is anything but safe. 18+

August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

"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

'If we pretend to be a couple, I might make you mine for real.' When sweet Samantha fakes a relationship with her sarcastic roommate, she never suspects that he might not be pretending at all. 21-year-old Samantha is a broke influencer struggling with insecure thoughts. No one knows that behind her bubbly smile, she numbs her self-doubts with substance abuse and online likes. But a steamy encounter with a witty bartender starts a chemistry too strong to ignore. And when circumstances force them to live under the same roof, resisting each other is painfully impossible. The only way out? Fake an online relationship and make more money to get the hell out. The only problem? While she promises herself not to fall in love, he does everything to change her mind.

"𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉." ______________________________________________________ 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙.