"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

He's the family's black sheep. The scandal in a tailored suit. She's the woman hired to make his brother's wedding flawless. But when Rave Zanetti looks at her, perfection is the last thing on his mind. He wants to taint her, test her, make her his-just to prove he can. And when the veil finally lifts, she'll have to decide which is worse: loving him, or leaving him.

"yeah? i bet you get a lot of girls" "ɪ ᴅᴏ , ɴᴜɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴍɪ"

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

Javier Solis knows how to leave a mark, both on skin and on the heart. The oldest of six, he grew up surrounded by love, laughter, and art, and now he pours all of himself into the tattoo shop he owns. Navy Jones has spent her life holding everyone else together. The middle child of a big family, dependable and quiet, she became a teacher not just to guide children, but to give the care she's always given others, even when no one gave it back. On New Year's Eve, Navy walks into Javier's shop for her first tattoo: a lotus placed close to her heart. One night, one tattoo, one choice, and suddenly two lives collide in ways neither expected.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 "Where are we? I thought we escaped." Ezra stood still, scanning the empty campus. Lockers shut tight. Windows dark. The air unmoving. No one else was here. Just us. "I don't know. You tell me," he said with a shrug, annoyance pulling at his voice. I jerked my head at him. "Excuse me?" "What do you want me to say? That we're trapped here because you thought you had all the answers?" He glared at me. "Oh, fuck you." He scoffed, "You and I both know you don't mean that." His gaze drifted down both hallways. Something was off. Unnatural. A shadow of understanding crossed his face. "I don't think we escaped," he said quietly. "We broke their damn law." My chest tightened. Silence pressed in, heavy and exact. Tears slipped down before I could stop them. "I want to go home," I whispered, but the word felt hollow, wrong. He looked at me like he was searching for something already gone. "We are home." And that was the worst part.. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 | They 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 and escaped the island. Or.. so they thought. But 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 was never the end. It was the doorway. Bound by stolen 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 and a 𝐥𝐚𝐰 older than memory, Indigo and Ezra wake in a reality stitched together by something that 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 to let them go. The island didn't lose them. It relocated them, as their 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 and 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 remains. A 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.

She takes the job because it pays too well to ask questions. He's an underground boxer with a private gym, a dangerous last name, and a reputation nobody explains out loud. Focused. Disciplined. Off-limits in every way that matters. She's there to keep fighters healthy, nothing more. No distractions. No lines crossed. But tension doesn't care about rules. Between late nights at the gym, lingering looks, and a pull neither of them names, lines blur fast. And when family business starts bleeding into the ring, she realizes this job comes with more than bruises. Some things happen in the spotlight. Everything else happens between rounds.

"Dance for me," His eyes traveled from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Although his eyes continued, his hands stopped at the curving of my hips- two months just for him to even touch me. "Is that a request or a demand?" I taunted, his breathing never staggered. His face remained neutral as mine contorted into one full of mischief. He was a hard shell to crack, not even a subtle sign of a smirk. "Demands, requests, all the same thing when the end goal is similar." My arms now draped over his shoulders, I could smell his cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes. "And what's your end goal?" And there it was, it was quick. If you blinked when it happened, you would miss it. If you moved in the midst of it, it would have been gone. A smirk- one of, lust? "I have many, but for now it would be to see you dance on that pole you had me spend two grand on." Started June 9.2025 Published January 18. 2026