They were created to fight. Not to feel. Not to love. But fate had other plans. A story about AI, war, love, humanity, and the feelings that should never have existed. 💜

To kick off another semester of missed classes, thumping music and messy kisses, frat president Heath Winters throws a start-of-year party with the notion that it'll be a night to remember. A night to remember it is. When Winters is busy cuddling up with long-time situationship - law student Kaycee 'Cee' Bast - someone turns the taps in the bathroom all the way, flooding it to the nines. While the blonde hotshot and his frat brothers race against time to clean up the fiercely-flowing waters, someone goes down on top of the stairs - none other than Cee. Well, not goes down. Punched into unconsciousness. Winters only finds his lady love (or perhaps, victim) when it's too late; the culprit has run for their life - and their reputation. With his president seat on fire, not to mention best friend Bradon 'Donny' Tran's vice-president role on the line as well, Winters doesn't have a choice but to dig deep. COVER ART IS CREATED BY ME

New Orleans, Louisiana. October 2005. The Jetson Youth Correctional Center has a massive overcrowding problem - or rather, it had one, before Hurricane Katrina tore across the coast. In the aftermath, the state quietly initiated the Arcane Delinquent Rehabilitation Initiative (ADRI), a high-stakes, off-the-books juvenile program where delinquents could earn their freedom through the brutal slaughter of supernatural threats. For every monster neutralized across the sweltering Louisiana bayou, the state chipped away at the kids' sentences. Take these three teenage convicts, for example: Thea Korshidi, a seventeen-year-old part-time demon slayer desperate to leave her suffocating home life. Remy Salazar, an eighteen-year-old half-demon hybrid who finds human bureaucracy more exhausting than the dead. Prue Beaumont, a kind seventeen-year-old witch whose quiet demeanor masks a dangerous, past. Under the strict supervision of ADRI, they attempt to navigate a lawless, flooded world. But after a routine assignment in the higher ground goes spectacularly wrong, their handler dumps the trio at Hemlock Ridge - a fancy, isolated campsite deep in the Basin. Their mandatory assignment? Turn a pack of foul-mouthed preteen delinquents into ruthless killers. What should be a straightforward way to keep a low profile quickly spirals into a gothic nightmare. The camp manager is a total asshole, the cabins reek of old mold, and the campers are unpredictable to the point of exhaustion. But when the trio stumbles across a shallow graveyard hidden deep in the woods, they are forced to navigate a labyrinth of rusted cabins and half-whispered threats to unearth the truth. Make no mistake - they aren't looking to play heroes or clean up messes. But if exposing Hemlock Ridge's dark secrets is the only way to earn a clean slate, then so be it.

Before I could even breathe, he wrapped his hand tightly around my waist. With a sudden, breathless yank, he spun me around, and my back softly collided with the cold wall. I gasped as he caged me in. He leaned dangerously close, his gaze dropping to my lips as his rough, magnetic voice whispered in my ears, "Ira, is this what you want me to do right now?" he growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Because if I start, I am not stopping this time." "It is," I pleaded, my hands tangling into his shirt. "Please." That did it. A dark, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand slid slowly from my waist, tracing a path of pure fire until his fingers found exactly what I was craving for. He kissed me & started rubbing me gently and the sudden rush of pleasure was so sharp that my knees went weak, an breathless loud moan broke from my lips. "Vaibhav...". "Yeah? You like that?" he murmured against my skin, his fingers shifting down to drive me completely over the edge. "Don't hold it back. Let me hear exactly what I'm doing to you." My hands automatically tangled into his hair, pulling him closer and he started biting my neck as the pleasure took over. "More," I begged, stripped of my pride. "Right there." "God, you're going to be the death of me," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked as he licked me. He didn't wait, driving his fingers deeper, matching the frantic rhythm of my breathing while his thumb was still rubbing me. "Hearing you make that sound...I swear, I'm losing my mind," he said while lifting me up. He started squeezing me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Don't stop," I ordered. "Baby girl, I haven't even started yet," he confessed. He carried me the few short steps to the bed without breaking the rhythm of his fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lowered me onto the mattress and...

Carolina meets Maluma in Aruba and a double bingo bet leads to marriage How will they get through the Marriage having just met?

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.