A deaf boy, named Nigel, settles in the image of what everyone sees him as: a once hearing-to-deaf and pitiful teen. With that, he's able to hide the his true and dark nature that allows him to take revenge out on those who hurt someone he cared for the most. Until one of those people he intends to punish, Evan, happens to be someone he didn't expect to care for. Someone he can't decide to hurt, or protect from his own nature he can't help. *** "Why are you looking at my lips?" Evan questions him, and he saw Nigel look back at them again. "Are you into dudes or something? Listen, I'm straight, but I don't have a problem with gay dudes. Just don't try to force your sexuality onto me, that's pretty shitty." The more he spoke, the more Nigel would look at his lips. Evan began to cover his mouth now and saw Nigel almost look offended by him doing so. Now he was confused and raised his eyebrow. Only to see Nigel sigh, stepping back as he looked down at Evan in contempt. "I am deaf, but I can read lips perfectly. You really have no filter, saying whatever you want without the consideration of how others might feel." Nigel spoke up, shocking Evan as he heard his voice for the first time. "I'm bisexual, not gay; but you don't need to worry. I wouldn't dream of forcing anything upon anyone. Besides, I'd never like somebody like you." Evan watched as Nigel began to reach behind the counter, pulling up a camera out of nowhere. That's when his picture was taken on the spot and he flinched. Except Nigel just connected the camera to the computer as Evan's picture was extracted. Set on a template for a library card, he saw Nigel working on it. He didn't care about that though as it was the words that he said. 'Besides, I'd never like somebody like you.' That was ringing in his mind more than anything else because... "Wait, I think I heard you wrong."

"Be mine." I flinch, my mind being brought back to reality. When I hear him say such a thing it instantly made me nervous. "I can't-." "You think because you're a Beta and that you have a son...that you can't belong to me?" He questions me curiously. "I have a debt to handle and I need to take care of my son. Being someone else's is my last objection." I state to him, and I hear him chuckle in my ear. "Let me help you - leave this kind of job, leave all your hardships behind, leave everything; but your son. Come and be mine exclusively at the castle - my Beta of submission." He tells me, and I look at him in shock. "You be my submissive and I be your dominant - and if you are there I will pay your debt over time with interest." I see him grin at me, cradling my face. He eyes me fully - as if I already belonged to him...as if I've already said yes. Even though I haven't even said a word.

"Laurent, it will do you well to understand that Salina is not yours anymore. She is mine. These insults you throw her way, they affect me. These," he gripped Salina's face a bit roughly. Squeezing her cheeks and tilting her chin to show the tear stains on them, glistening in the light. "These tears, they are mine. Choose your next words carefully in reference to my woman." •• Dominik Ivanov needs a wife. Or rather, does he simply want one? The Russian Devil is feared by many and known by none. When the devilish man is searching for a wife, Salina didn't once assume it would be her. But when she ends up in a courthouse signing her life away, she can't help but wonder if there's a bright side to this all. ~ When the devil finds himself obsessed, what more can he do but corrupt her? #2 in dangerouslove |10/23/23|

Sugar. Sweet. Addictive. Her lips were laced with sugar, and the moment he tasted them, he knew he'd never get clean again. Even in her sleep, he couldn't stay away. There was something about the sweetness of her breath, the way her lips parted like they were still whispering his name, even in dreams. She was warmth in a world that had gone cold. Ashes. Bitter. Gray. He smelled of cigarettes and sorrow. The cloud that clung to him was as thick and heavy as his hollow stare. She saw him almost every day. Same seat, same order, always the sweets. Never a word. Never a glance that lingered too long. And yet she couldn't look away. There was something about him. Something burned down and is still smoldering. Like the silence after a fire, and she wanted it. Wanted him. The way some people crave what's bad for them. Like Cigarettes.

Feral Temptations --------- Naomi only wanted to teach children not to fear the world they were growing up in. But fear still holds power. Especially in this new era, where werewolves have stepped out of the shadows. In a society gripped by old prejudices and quiet panic, Naomi's compassion is seen as dangerous. When her human school turns against her, she's offered a position she never imagined: teaching at an all-werewolf school, deep within a territory ruled by the powerful Alpha Silas. Silas leads with strength and silence, haunted by loss and hardened by duty. He has no interest in human interference, especially not from a teacher sent by the government to pacify his people. And certainly not the one now responsible for his daughter. But some boundaries were never meant to hold against feral temptations. -------------- Cover by Me Do not steal my work All Rights Reserved.

Aria Khan is ambitious, outgoing, and doesn't date. Reid Bouchard is focused, introverted and doesn't date She met Reid Bouchard before she ever stepped into the locker room as the team's new intern. Back when he was just a hookup. Now, he's a name in her notes. A history of anger buried beneath a quiet shell. Reid is raw, brilliant, and breaking and Aria can't help but care. But she also can't fix him. That's not her job. So when she makes a decision to save the both of them, doe it ruin them or make them stronger? Does the sex, the connection, the love get thrown away? If the love they knew they had was real, can it wait? Can it stay OFF RECORD?

1723 I sat at my desk with my arms crossed, it was a late night working but I was interrupted by Amalia, she was angry. No doubt about something I did but I wasn't listening to a word she said, I focused on what was almost see-through white nightgown she was wearing. "I hate you" "Really?" I said adjusting myself in my seat before getting up and walking around my desk to her. I leaned against it and grabbed her waist, forcefully pulling her to. Being rough on purpose She let out a little gasp and placed her hands on my biceps to brace herself. While keeping my hands on her waist I slowly started to lift her long gown. "Because I don't think you're angry at me" I slowly moved my leg so that it was now placed in between hers. I heard her breathing become more labored, I pulled closer to me, her heat now flush with my thigh. She let out a little gasp again. "I think you're frustrated" I whispered in her ear, I slowly started to rock her hips back a forth, and she gripped onto my biceps "Let me fix that" ⚠️ THIS STORY IS HISTORICALLY INSPIRED NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE ⚠️

𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 "ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍʀ. ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ? ᴍᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ?" 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧.

"𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒕? 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓." Summer & Devon have been best friends since their sophomore year of highschool. That is until one night they cross a line they'd never be able to come back from. Both not knowing what it really meant to be in a relationship can the two turn just for tonight into something meaningful? Or will the pressure be too much for them to bear? Started- 05/22/2021 Finished- 07/27/2021 highest ranking- #1 in randomthoughts #4 in collegestories #2 in collegeromance