[ONGOING] Davina Claire, the new girl who is kind and has a wonderful soul. She had recently transferred from an all-girls school to Greston Academy because she was tormented and teased there and would hide in the restrooms. She used to let other people's remarks upset her, bottle up her emotions and sentiments, and make her feel horrible about herself. But Davina is here now, and she will not allow her past influence her present or future until she meets Aaron Xander. Aaron Xander is the popular lad whom everyone likes and whom all girls adore. But, in reality, he is simply a child with a shattered heart who is attempting to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, which is not easy. Some people despise him, while others adore him, but no one knows how much anguish and suffering he endures. He tries to appear brave and courageous in front of everyone, but deep inside he is crumbling. Nobody knows who Aaron Xander is until Davina Claire enters his life. Will these two individuals, each with a damaged heart, be able to heal one other? Or will they continue to despise one other indefinitely? Read this book to find out.

When Valentina Alvarez has no choice but to move to a boarding school, her luck seems to run out. Being placed in the last room available means having to share with the schools notorious jock and player, Jordan Evans. They claim to despise each other, but under all the pride and dignity, they desire each other just as much. Is Valentina truly unlucky, or was being introduced to Jordan a godsend? - "Yes, I am the boyfriend of your beautiful daughter." He grins down at me, one arm snaking around my waist as he pulls me close against his chest. What is going on in this dumbass's brain? Is he crazy, trying to play along and fool my own mother. He must be out of his mind. Maybe I am too for going along with this. "Isn't he wonderful mama?" I smile and reach up on my tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek. The hand around my waist stills for a moment, clearly surprised by my action, before it grips tighter, hugging me close. Any tighter and I'll lose blood circulation. My mother's eyes dart warily between the two of us before she sighs and slumps her shoulders in defeat. "Wow, you've really moved on from Juan, haven't you?" Relief floods from my shoulders when I realise she bought it. My mother. Actually believed that Jordan freaking Evans was my boyfriend. As if I would ever want to purposely go anywhere remotely near that creature for free. The moment my mother turned to look around my dorm room I felt the heat of him against my neck and my heart almost immediately started pumping a hundred beats a second. Damn you hormones. I needed to get laid. Soon. His warm breath fanned against my ear, his muscled arms still around my waist, and he whispered against my skin, "Either you're an amazing actor, or I think you've got a thing for me." start date- 29 July 2022

A Sports Romance • Basketball/Soccer/Lacrosse • Two Neighbor Enemies. One Fake Relationship. • "I'm sick and tired of pretending. I want us. I want you and me." "And so what? Do you want to be with me? Because I'm sure tired of being a second choice." "You were never the second choice. I just came back from my dad's to tell you I chose you." Easton's voice erupts from behind Mauricio. The world goes still. "I told you, I'd never make you choose, but for the sake of the three of us...this needs to be done. Who do you choose, Malia?" So much for no rules in bad ideas. • Seniors Malia, Easton, and Mauricio have a situation. A bad idea kind of situation. • Introduction, Extended Synopsis, & Author's Note inside. • S: 01/12/2021 E: 09/12/2023 The Morhills Elites Series/Book One/Four Parts (©mimisarai 2021) • Current Status: Completed (First Draft)

"What are we doing Alex?" He breathes against my lips. That's too sensible of a question, so I ignore it. My brain has yet to return to my body, and right now that is the last thing I'm worried about. "Stay." I whisper against his mouth, my words flowing without any thought. "Stay?" He sits up fully, which results in me straddling him. His expression is full of curiosity and mild shock. "Like stay stay?" I don't respond with words. I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I'll start to overthink and I can't afford that. Instead, I pull my shirt over my head. I do it confidently, in spite of my boldness starting to dissipate as the seconds pass. Ryan swallows. His eyes trail down to my breasts, before he looks at me again with a look I can't name. "Are you sure?" He stares into me. "Promise me you're sure." "I'm sure." I tell him softly. "I promise." ******* ALEXANDRA MONET is a twenty two year old girl, freshly out of college. After landing her dream job working for top fashion designer Adrienne Walker, she moves from a small town in Florida, to the boisterous city of New York. Since before she moved, Alex mapped out a clear plan for the direction of her life. None of which could prepare her for RYAN RUSSO...the snarky, sarcastic boy who she'll soon find herself thinking about constantly. As much as the two think they can't stand each other, there's an underlying attraction that eventually grows too strong for either them to bare. So they make an agreement... An agreement that is supposed to be void of any and all feelings, but over time it becomes a lot harder than expected. It's supposed to mean nothing. Less than nothing, but unfortunately some things just don't go as planned. Warning: Mature scenes and language.

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

"I'm busy," he said sounding slightly irritated. Well that makes two of us. Suddenly I had an idea. I walked over to him with a smirk. I went behind him, leant over his shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck and kissed him. I pulled his chair slightly and went between him and his desk. I widened my legs and sat directly above his member ,as I did I felt a slight bulge. I'm affecting him. Good. I started to grind against his erection slowly ,earning a husky groan from him as I trailed kisses from his neck to his jawline and I finally kissed him on the lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. I pulled away, slightly biting his bottom lips continuing to grind against him. He grabbed my ass and said, " you're playing with fire". I smirked leaning down to his ears " then burn me". _________________________________________ She was fierce,stubborn,dangerous and seductive. She was the family flower and as innocent as the devil. On one hand she was sweet,reliable and the best person you'll ever meet. On the other, she was the queen of hell who'd not hesitate to haunt you with demons and burn you with flames if you ever hurt her or her family. She is like fuel. He was cold,heartless and shows no mercy. He was the devil himself. His has one rule "No mercy,No hesitation". His only weakness was his family,hurt them and he'll make you beg for death. He'll make hell sound like heaven.He was fire. They had many things in common,never knowing the meaning of love from anyone but family was one of them. So neither of them expected that strange feeling after a one-nightstand. What happens when fuel meet fire? It's beautiful,yet dangerous. Blissful,yet destructive. An explosion

❝ She's like the moon, still managing to shine even when her whole world is dark . ❞ »»----　⚾　----«« [ COLLEGE BASEBALL SPORTS ROMANCE ] They had heard about one another from everyone, including the internet. She was someone who deserved the absolute world, and he was willing to drop everything and anything and give it to her. As someone who just focused on sports, he would do anything for her. She was his first strike, the first girl who won his heart.

"Pick up the vibrator." I picked it up, placing it against my opening. "Good girl." I moan at his words, biting down my bottom lip. "Now. Slowly push it inside." "Fuck..." I heard him groan. "Just like that, nice and slow." My core tightened and knots formed in the pit of my stomach. "Take it out." I licked my bottom lip, sliding the dildo out of me, "Oh, God." I arched my back, the bliss itching my skin. "Do it again. This time, a little faster." I did as I was told. ♕︎♕︎♕︎ Their story continues. Two years graze by. Two distant hearts drive further part. Two worlds shatter as each hour ticks by, every minute faster than lightning turns into seconds. Roman Smith. Hazel Johnson. Two lovers are destined to be with each other, however, the cruel world continues its evil sins by pulling them away, drifting them deeper into the sea, unable for both souls to reach for air, not allowing their lungs to be set free...for their hearts to be set free... BOOK 3 WARNING! (Sexual Content) Started: 23/02/22 Completed: 14/07/24 #8 in wild- 17/06/22 #5 in ilovehim- 17/06/22 #3 in ilovehim- 3/07/22 #1 in ilovehim- 21/12/22 #10 in wild- 16/06/23

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.