Marceline Hawthorne is a 22 year old girl who loves flowers and works at a flower shop, hoping to one day own her own. she's a ray of sunshine, so kind and sweet you'd get a toothache. she lives in an apartment and can't have a garden which breaks her heart, but she can't afford to live anywhere else. Adonis Santoro is a 29 year old self made millionaire, pushing billionaire. He's cold, and calculated. but has a soft heart for a woman he's never met before. he wants her.. more than life itself and he's willing to do anything to get her.

From Wattpad to your book shelf! My Brother's Best Friend is now published as Playmaker. Available to Order now. Falling in love never scared Maddie Davis until she fell for the one boy she swore to stay away from forever. Season 1 of My Brother's Best Friend ********* Maddie Davis has been in love with her brother's best friend, Cameron Holden, since she was in the sixth grade. They used to be best friends, too, until he got into high school and became a version of himself she didn't even recognize. Everyone said he was a shoo-in for the NFL, and he let it get to his head. Right before high school started, he worked out until he was built like a sculpture, he got rid of his braces, and suddenly the girls fell at his feet. But that was fine because her middle school crush faded. And besides, even if she did think he was hot, Cameron wasn't someone she could go for even if she wanted to. Unless, of course, she found herself wound up with him in a closet during a game of blind seven minutes -- a closet so tiny and secretive that she would finally be able to act on the feelings she's tried so desperately to hide. But what were the odds of that happening? Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of bullying, sexual assault, violence, and explicit language. Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

I took my seat in the train and took a deep breath. "Every things is ok, Adhya." I said to myself as release a deep breath. "Is it?" a cold voice came from beside me leaving me froze in my seat. I looked at my watch. it's past the time of train departure. I slowly turned to my right and gasped loudly. "Don't worry. It won't move until I say it to." He said as he closed the book he was reading and turned to looked at me, making my heart race. "Y..you... ho..how?" "I told you, wife. You can never get away from me." he looked into my eyes as he said. "Stop. Stop calling me your wife. We are not even married." I gritted. "I make you my real wife, the day you called me your Husband. And about the marriage, its going to happen soon." He smirk. "Now, would you walk or should I carry you.?" "What?" "Carry it is." He said as he swift me up in his arms as he carry me out of the train. I screamed and thrashed but he successfully took me away. Read the story to know more about Adhya and Abhivansh. This story is of my own. Images used in this story is not owned my me. Mature theme!!

Turn up the Hot Wattpad Energy: Read big, win bigger 🔥 Ready to feel the heat? ☀️ From November 10-16, every minute you read turns up your chances to win: 🎯 30 mins = 1 entry to win 30 Coins 🎯 60 mins = 1 entry to win 60 Coins 🎯 120 mins = 1 entry to win 120 Coins 15,000 winners will bring the energy home. Start reading and see how hot it gets. She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

{SPIN-OFF TO "THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE" | SECOND BOOK IN THE SERIES} {2018-2023} *~* "Thank you for quitting that disgusting couple moment before I had to interrupt." "Careful, I might start making out with him just to torture you some more." "I hate you." "I have no objections." "Oh, god, please don't. Let's just get back to the task on hand." We all turn back around but find the table empty. "What? Where the hell did they go?" We hear the clearing of a throat right next to us, at the end of the booth, opposite the window. "Uhh-no hablo inglés. Me llamo Pablo." "You bitch-" "Traitor-"

19 year old Ray gets abused by her foster parents that don't want anything to do with her. She's in her fourth year of university planning to become a doctor. Ray is extremely smart, known for her kindness and most of all, she's very shy. 21 year old Ace is a quiet and dangerous gangleader. He's never been seen with friends, smiling, or even talking. He's majoring in business, but everyone knows about his most known gang in the country, therefor he is feared by everyone. What happens when Ray bumps into a walking wall named Ace King in her vulnerable state? What causes Ace to start questioning this 19 year old?

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

Iris Harper is an 18-year-old girl who gives her life away to everything around her. She has always been known as the angel in school. But the devil has his ways to reach out to angels and ruin everything...Nolan Morelli. A piece of French art that was called an exile to heaven. If Satan couldn't reach the angels on earth, he'd send a devil, quite like himself, to do it. And if God couldn't save the devils on earth, he'd send an angel to do it for him. He was cruel. She was righteous. There WILL NOT be any 18+ content in this book!!!

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."