Are you dead yet, or are you still thinking about it, Anorexia?" he said, as if it weren't my diagnosis, but my name. I didn't answer. That seemed unnecessary. My plan was simple: curl up into a ball, don't get in anyone's way, and wait until my body just gives up. No scenes. No screaming. Mother played her part perfectly. She shoved me into this hospital. A quick smile to the nurse, a check for the room, and she had already vanished without even looking me in the eyes. That suited me fine. Until Nate appeared. And my perfect plan for death fell apart. Loud. Impudent. Alive enough that it's physically annoying. He barges in on me as if it were his own room, strums his guitar, is rude, and craps up my walls with his terrible drawings. He says it's therapy. As far as I'm concerned, he's just vandalizing government property. I hate him. Especially for that look. He looks at me in a way... as if he were there. At the moment when I broke. It seems this arrogant idiot has decided that I must become his victory. And that scares me the most. Because the closer he gets to me, the more I want to live.

[Slow Brew Series 1 of 2] [Completed] Look, I didn't mean to embarrass myself the first time I walked into Brewing Grounds. Or the second. Or...every other time since. But something about the place-and the barista with the messy ponytail and the glasses that she pushes up her nose-makes me forget how to form actual sentences. Bea. Her name's Bea. She spelled mine wrong on my cup the first day (Ell-yot Hayul), and now I'm kind of obsessed. Not with her. With medium lattes. With her handwriting. With the little hearts she scribbles on my cups. Okay... maybe a little bit with her. The point is: I'm a walking disaster around her, and I'm pretty sure she knows it. And okay, maybe I started showing up every morning at exactly 7:30 just to see her. And maybe I've been reading up on how to flirt because I thought that might help (it hasn't). But honestly, what's the worst that could happen? I embarrass myself again? (Already done that.) Spill coffee on my tie? (Happened last week.) Accidentally fall in love with the barista who writes flirty notes on my coffee cups? Oh, wait... [1 of 2: Slow Brew Series] Dual POV | Romantic Comedy | Coffee Shop Romance | Slice of Life 18+ for suggestive dialogue, some steam (nothing too explicit) 🏆 1st Place - Pimp My Romance Awards 2025 🏆 1st Place - Pink Watty's pINKspire Awards 2025 "Best Dialogue" 🏆 The Nano Watt 2025 - Contemporary Romance Winner 🏆 Wattys 2025 Winner 🏆 Ambys 2025 Grand Favorite

Madelyn Chung is one of the best clinical psychology PhD students Harvard has ever seen--the most controversial, too. After discovering academic fraud conducted by Harvard's star faculty, Dr. Charlotte Shelby, her future career seems uncertain as whispers accuse her of being a burdensome whistleblower. With a potentially groundbreaking research project in the line, she is appointed to work with Dr. Alex Manning, Harvard's young neuroscientist and professor who revolutionized several research in his field. A life-changing opportunity for Maddie--but she must deal with the fact that Alex was one of Charlotte's past collaborators, and his career was at stake because of the scandal. Maddie has always been careful when trudging through endless hours of clinical shifts and research. But when she doesn't know if the longing stares from Alex every time he tries to make her life harder are an indication of hatred, or if they mean something else, she starts to feel unprepared. Because Maddie knows she is a falling star, and if she holds onto the fragile trust between her and Alex too tightly, she will only fall harder.

What if a cat and a dog tolerate each other? Not in peace--obviously--but in wildly dysfunctional harmony. That's Seraphina and Kai-she strikes first with chaos and claws, he retaliates with passive-aggressive sarcasm and emotional warfare. It's not a romance. It's a tactical battlefield with feelings. For as long as they can remember, Seraphina Voss and Kai Sterling have been locked in elite-level rivalry. Not the flirty kind. No---this is cold-war chaos between two rich kids raised like family (ew), trapped in the same social circles (double ew), and trained in the fine art of mutual sabotage. But when one dramatic arrest pushes their families over the edge, they're given the worst punishment imaginable: working together. In the same office. With real jobs. Corporate hell---but make it personal. To make matters worse, they've both caught feelings for other people. Desperate to escape each other and this soul-sucking job, they strike a deal: Seraphina helps Kai win his "perfect" girl. Kai plays wingman for Seraphina's dream guy. Clean. Simple. Foolproof. Until it all starts falling apart, thanks to office warfare, many "accidental" double dates, and emotionally violent wars in silence. Because somewhere between strategic humiliation and whatever emotionally compromising event just went down, they might be falling for the one person they hate the most. And it's not about who falls first. It's how they fall. ⚠️ Contains verbal combat, morally questionable pranks, dangerously slow-burning tension, and at least one chair thrown in the name of love. © Hazel Brown. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction by the author. No part may be copied, reproduced, or used without permission.

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

"You call me your safe heaven, Sunflower. You think I hold your hand because I'm a good friend. I hold it because the second you step out of my sight, the static in my head gets so loud I have to butcher someone just to make it stop. You are the only quiet thing in my mind. If you ever try to leave me in the dark, I will drown this entire fucking city in so much blood you'll have no choice but to slip right back into my arms." - Landon Ashford To Hazel Bloom, Landon Ashford is a saint. He is her safe haven, her best friend, and Ardencrest's flawless Golden Prince. She has absolutely no idea she is holding the leash to a psychopath. Behind his polite smiles, Landon is a feral predator biologically tethered to her presence. Hazel thinks her bullies simply leave campus; she doesn't know Landon is slaughtering them in the alleyways. She thinks he's just fiercely protective; she doesn't know he hacks her vitals to listen to her heartbeat just to survive the night. Landon has orchestrated a flawless, blood-soaked illusion so her gentle heart never has to touch the dark. But when the mask inevitably slips, Hazel will realize her sanctuary is a cage. He isn't hiding her from the monsters. He is the monster. And he is on his knees for her. "The Golden Prince | 18+" is the second book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.{Can be read as a standlone}

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Wychowywana przez wpływowych rodziców Rita całe życie walczy z łatką nepo baby. Wyrzucona z Akademii Filmowej nie może pozwolić sobie na kolejny błąd. Decyduje się wyjechać do Los Angeles, gdzie czeka na nią praca kierowniczki planu przy produkcji reżyserowanej przez Corry'ego Prescotta. Dla branży będącego wschodzącą gwiazdą kina, dla Rity - ojcem chrzestnym. Kłopoty zaczynają się, gdy już pierwszego dnia wdaje się w konflikt z odtwórcą pierwszoplanowej męskiej roli - Jensenem Deanem. Wypalonym aktorem, który swego czasu znajdował się na ustach wszystkich plotkarskich magazynów. Który już od dziecka przebywał przed kamerą. Którego plakaty wyścielały ściany jej pokoju za czasów nastoletnich. Szybko okazują się, że kosa trafiła na kamień. Rita i Jensen nawzajem testują swoje granice, wplątując się w specyficzną relację. Doświadczony przez życie mężczyzna odsłania przed nią kulisy swojej kariery oraz cenę, którą przyszło mu za nią zapłacić. Uwikłana w koneksje filmowego świata, dziewczyna odkrywa, że Miasto Aniołów jest znacznie mroczniejszym miejscem, niż mogłoby się zdawać. [TW]: - hate/love - sceny erotyczne - używki, uzależnienia - temat handlu ludźmi - SA Top 3 #romans- 20.12.2025

Some fantasies are too dirty to keep to yourself. Lucky for you - I wrote them down. Filthy Little Fictions is a shameless, no-apologies collection of one-shot erotica built for quick, filthy indulgence. From teasing tongues in dimly lit clubs to countertop fucks at sunrise, every story drops you straight into the heat of the moment and doesn't let you catch your breath. No romance. No rules. Just pure, pulse-pounding filth. Want it slow and teasing? Rough and reckless? A little public, or a lot submissive? You'll find it all here in stories meant to be devoured in one sitting - or read again when you're craving trouble. Welcome to your new favorite bad habit. (This is the MxF Version, check out the MxM or FxF Editions if interested!) Disclaimer: This book is unapologetically filthy and intended for mature audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit language, graphic sexual content, and scenes designed to turn you on, rile you up, and ruin your innocent reputation. If you're under 18, easily offended, or uncomfortable with words like cock, slut, choke, cum, and fuck me harder, this probably isn't the book for you. For the rest of you filthy-minded degenerates... welcome to the dark side. Highest Rankings: #34/41.6k in Adult #79/32k in Mature Themes #114/85k in Sexy #1 in hotreads #1 in dirtyfiction #6 in Explicitcontent #1 in Oneshotstories #3 in hotencounter #17/4.25k in Rough Note: This story is not currently being developed into a comic, and I'm not accepting any offers for adaptation. Thank you for your interest and support!

𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1 She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck. "I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?" I looked into those deep grey eyes that I fell for. "Because I wouldn't have my wife sitting right next to me on that train ride." I answered truthfully. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ He has never met someone as mean as her. The glare on her face almost seemed permanent. The only words that fall out of her mouth are ones that will leave you tarnished and torn, making you second guess where you went wrong. Even worse, she never spoke, more like she grunted responses. When he first laid eyes on her, he fell in love with her tattoos, her attitude, her charm. He didn't understand why he kept coming back? He was intrigued with her. No matter what she said or did to him, he kept coming back. He was impatient but would wait for her. . . . She never understood how someone could keep a smile on their face everyday. The way he always kept a positive look on life. He never frowned. He was the flavour bubblegum that everyone wanted. The go-to ice cream flavour that you always get on a sunny day. That one summer vacation that you'll never forget. She hated his smile, his laugh, his eyes. She hated that she wanted to see that smile everyday. She hated that she couldn't stay away from him. She would happily set the world on fire but never let a flame touch him. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ All Rights Reserved 2022Ⓒsyriacax