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Little White Lies| Ongoing by MusesLibrary
Little White Lies| Ongoing
MusesLibrary
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||𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔟 𝔅𝔬𝔰𝔰|| [Preview] "Violet are you okay?" I felt like a bundle of nerves as he approached me. I responded with a stiff nod and attempted to make my way to the opposite side of the kitchen counter but was halted by a sudden but gentle grip on my arm. He spun me around and studied my face for any signs that may give him a reason for my fluttered state. As he examined me I kept my gaze elsewhere fearing that he might catch the glimpse of desire in my eyes. He grew tired of my attempt to dodge his gaze and held my chin firmly, allowing our eyes to meet. I felt my knees grow weak as his jade-green eyes started into my light brown orbs. "Vi?" His tone was as gentle as the caressing motion he was enacting on my cheek. I allowed the feeling of his knuckles running against my cheek to obstruct my better judgment. Long gone was the gnawing feeling of guilt that loomed over me stating the obvious, he was a married man that also happens to be my boss. --- --- --- Two opposites brought together in an attempt to please the ones they love develop a relationship that brings more adversity and tests than they could have ever imagined. Will Violet and Marcello's relationship triumph over these hardships or will it crumble under the weight of all that is thrown in their direction? --- --- --- >Date started: Early November 2022 (Man idk I rewrote the entire book thrice) >Date ended: TBC
Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+ by WantfulEquanimity
Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+
WantfulEquanimity
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"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Have you ever wished to be a fly on the wall? To eavesdrop on late-night whispers, witness heated arguments, and watch as bonds quietly form? Imagine gaining access to secrets only a select few are privy to. Embrace your inner spy and flutter along as two young adults navigate not just a new connection, but the raw emotions that come with it. Just don't let them see you. Some things just aren't meant for anyone else to know. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan tried to keep things simple. Her days were a loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She used to claim she valued her comfort, avoiding the truth that change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Sleep, solitude, and snacks were her favorite S-words to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and mind his own business. With his intimidating presence and emotionless exterior, he was a walking 'Caution' sign. He didn't waste energy on anything unnecessary and only did what he wanted. It was rare to capture his attention, and nearly impossible to get under his skin. So what's he to do when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't know he had? Keep her close, of course.
𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲  [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄] discontinued  by likemyrrh
𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄] discontinued
likemyrrh
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{discontinued: will no longer be updating} After marrying into the notorious Ricci family, Nia Castillo-Ricci has never been more content. She's now a manager at the very hotel she used to bartend at, keeping her more lucrative life a secret to those around her. And despite his profession, Angelo manages to keep his work and his wife in two different worlds as well. However, he can only do so for so long, and soon, the line between those two things starts to muddle. Especially with a new addition on the way. started: [5-17-23] ended: (still updating)
Resistance by HayesDaBaee
Resistance
HayesDaBaee
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JOVAN COLLARD. As Head of Security, Jovan is expected to maintain the government within the wall. When a resistance group threatens to ruin the structure of their society, he ventures to find a way to take them over from the inside out. But things slowly turn to shambles when he finds himself falling in love with the woman who jeopardizes everything he's worked hard for. EILA KAHN. In a society with walls around the city and a one child policy, Eila is forced to figure out how to keep her brother alive. By joining a resistance group, she hopes to escape the walls and find a safe home for her and her brother. But her plans are disrupted when she's blackmailed by the one man who could get her and her brother killed. • Interracial @choxolate.doll
Be My Muse by goldmelanin17
Be My Muse
goldmelanin17
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AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED 5th June 2024 One thing about tattoo artist, Hendrix Cross, is that he's lonely. He needs something or someone in his life to fill in that void. He needs a muse. Nothing in his life has ever been plain sailing. He grew up in care and has never been able to fit in anywhere. That is until he started working at a tattoo shop owned by a man called Roman Cassidy who took him in and taught him the ropes of art. Soon Hendrix's boring life takes a turn when Roman's daughter flies to America from the UK to live with him after falling out with her mother. Mila Cassidy is a fashion guru and art fanatic, with a love for Chanel and tattoos. She starts working with her father in the shop and that's when Hendrix starts to grow an obsession with the beautiful girl. He soon decides that she's going to be his muse. And when Hendrix wants something, he takes it and makes it his.
Serene Collision by malayjahthewriter
Serene Collision
malayjahthewriter
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Copyrighted 2020 "Piccolina, don't give me that look." Leo's accent became thicker, more rugged as he spoke. He pressed Carmin against the door, quickly reaching down to lock the knob. "Why are you here?" "You know why I'm here." "I don't." Carmin squirmed a bit under his hold. The feel of him was growing more natural, more normal. "You've been avoiding me." Leo moved his hand from the lock, to her chin, ensuring she had her eyes on him. Carmin squinched her eyebrows showing that cute confused expression Leo loved so much. "Can...Can we just forget about the kiss, It's driving me crazy." Her forwardness was something Leo would never get tired of. "Piccolina, I like you." "What?" "I like you and you have to deal with it. No more hiding out. No more running away." "I-" "I kissed you for a reason and I'm not gonna pretend it didn't happen." Leo's eyes grew a bit darker. "You're not gonna pretend it didn't happen." Experience what happens when two clinically insane individuals fall in love. Some chapters are private, be sure to follow my account before adding to your library.😇 @malayjahthewriter Cover from Pinterest
Diavolo by demimartha026
Diavolo
demimartha026
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She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."
Squeak by anboyden
Squeak
anboyden
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award