Love is an agile fish, and those seeking it are the riders of a slow boat sailing on a mellow river. It's a rare thing to find love, a rarer one to catch it, and the rarest to keep it. And when two women stumble upon this precious gem, they are forced to consider whether to unearth it or not. OR... Two old souls find each other in a new world.

"You. Have. A. Crush?" one of my best friends looked at me like I was some kind of an alien from outer space. The shock on her face made me regret telling this to her. I then gave her a sheepish smile but honestly, I despised that look on her face or on anybody's face. Hey! I'm a person too. Am I not allowed to have a crush?! "Oh shut up and let her finish!" I silently thanked my other best friend seated next to me. "What?! I thought she didn't have a heart and now look!" Willow replied blatantly. I gave her a look. "Soooo, what's his name?" She leaned forward. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I played with my fingers. "Okay come closer. I'm only going to whisper his name once." With that, the four of us leaned in together and once we did, I whispered his name as softly as possible. Once we pulled back, there was only silence in our group. I quickly looked down to avoid all the stares. Seconds later, Noah was the first to speak. "Alright. I mean I don't know him so I can't judge. He seems decent," he shrugged and smiled at me. "Noah's right. He's cute and he's got manners." Cora added. I sighed and then we all turned to Willow. She was too quiet. Ooops spoke to soon. "WHY HIM?! Of all people?!"

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" tells of a young man named Dorian Gray, the subject of a painting by artist Basil Hallward. Basil is impressed by Dorian's beauty and becomes infatuated with him, believing his beauty is responsible for a new mode in his art. Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, a friend of Basil's, and becomes enthralled by Lord Henry's world view. Espousing a new hedonism, Lord Henry suggests the only things worth pursuing in life are beauty and fulfilment of the senses.

LOVE TRIANGLE - -SMUT - - VIOLENCE - - ROYALTY - - LANGUAGE - - BADASS MAIN CHARACTER - - June Thatcher, a fierce princess who has been held back her whole life. Abe Maverick, a godly prince, turned cold by his past. Both find themselves grasping at either ends of a very dark, romantic, dirty, relationship that they never meant to make until a long lost relative of Abe's interrupts their lives, meddling with the kingdom, the royal family, and June's heart.

"Fuck you." I mumbled but everyone could definitely hear me. "Already did." Atlas replied loudly with a smirked. "Ew" Apollo said covering his ears. "Gross" Hera scrunched up her face. "I'm going to be sick." Gaia faked gaged. I looked away in embarrassment while Atlas laughed.

𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.. 𝑁𝑂 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝑀𝐴 ♡︎

[FINISHED] ____________________________________ Whenever a bad thing occurs, someone would always say "Look at the bright side!" or "Look at the silver lining!" They however, don't know that there isn't always hope in despair. If there is light, there is a shadow after all. As I like to say "Don't waste time. There may be no tomorrow". ____________________________________ William Adams, just about like any other normal person in this world. Though, what makes him stand out is that he is somewhat different, alluring even. But what does make him stand out? This person had a wish just like any other person his age after all... Being in love with another person that will also love them back. And did he find someone like that? Yes, he did. And maybe she did as well. Quite a love-struck couple those two were. If you saw them, you'd think they would have already married... Though, taken from the tragic tales of high school love... There is a reason it's called first love only. It is the first, but not the last. They split apart. He was 16 at the time. He couldn't eat properly for days. Cried endlessly for someone he lost. Though what was he crying for? She did not die after all... Ẃ̴̱̝̟͒́̊̽̔͛̐̒̀̐̈́͌̾ȩ̶̨̗̫͈͈͓̮͕́̓̌͊͗̑͒̐i̸͎̰̟̳̰̪͚͕̪̮̯̫͇̎̈́̈̎͜r̷̡̠͚̳̮͕̭̪̬͉̥̈́͌̍̍̆̅̌͂̌̎͛̚͜ͅḑ̸̱͕͒̓̐. And as in all things of life, everything is not permanent. Nothing stays still. Time is linear, It will always move forwards. He just about turned 18. Studying in college, Met someone new, and has a supportive friend... It seems he has reached the "Silver Lining" in his story. Unbeknownst to him though, He is yet to see it.

"I need you, Zee. I can handle my family casting me out for choosing you. I can handle falling behind on Gregor's book review coming up. I can even handle skipping out on a few practices if that means you're with me. " his voice deepened with each word and matching step until we were against his door . He reached a newly bandaged hand to my curls and pushed a stray piece back as he captured my gaze. "Now what I can't handle is you thinking you can walk out on us. I'm yours." he murmured before meeting my lips with his. ------------------------------ Noah Westwood needs Zahra Joseph like a drowning victim needs a flotation device. In fact, whenever Zahra is not in his sight he feels like he's drowning right with the waves. She's all he thinks about and can hardly pull his head out of the clouds long enough to keep his boxing dreams in the forefront. Although the semester didn't start off that way. Life has a funny sense of humor when it comes to attraction and darkness. Read to figure out how a petite academic scholar brings everyone's favorite up and coming boxing star to his knees. Can they find a way to overcome life's obstacles and navigate new love while everything else pulls them apart? They will just have too. Or else Noah will be down without his lifeline • Reader's Discretion is advised •

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild