𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝒁𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒁𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒁𝒐𝒆?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆."

My jaw clenched. "Go to hell." He leaned in, close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with something darker-dangerous. "Ladies first." The tension was suffocating, charged like a wire ready to snap. I refused to back down, tilting my chin up defiantly. "You think you intimidate me?" Leon's fingers brushed against my bare arm-just the slightest graze, barely there. But it was enough. A shiver shot through me, my breath hitching before I could stop it. His eyes flickered with recognition, as if he felt it too, but he masked it with that infuriating smirk. Before I could react, he moved. One second I was standing, the next, my back slammed against the cold wall, a gasp ripping from my throat. He had me caged in, his hands braced on either side of my head, his body pressing just close enough to taunt me without touching. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice low, almost teasing. I forced a scoff, ignoring the wildfire spreading beneath my skin. "You wish." His gaze flickered down to my lips, just for a second, before locking onto my eyes again. "I don't need to wish, Mariella. I already know." My hand shot up, aiming for his smug, infuriating face, but he was faster. He caught my wrist with ease, his grip firm, his smirk deepening. "Tsk, tsk. That's not very ladylike." I narrowed my eyes. "Neither is this." Before he could react, I swung my other hand, slapping him hard across the face. The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot. His head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening. When he turned back to me, his expression was unreadable-except for the unmistakable flicker of rage in his eyes.

The bell above the entrance door rung, indicating someone had walked in. "We're closed," I called as I swung my head around to face the door. I froze when I saw a tall tan handsome man dressed in an all-black suit standing by the entrance, power and dominance radiating off of him. I closed my mouth quickly when I realised I was staring with my mouth agape. "I was just wondering where Mr Santiago is?" He asked, an Italian accent lacing his voice. I stared at him for a few a seconds needing time to process that this Italian god was actually standing in front of me, before getting a hold of myself and answering him. ~~~~~ #1 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 #20 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 #2 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 #8 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #3 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #12 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 #10 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 #137 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 #44 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #2 gangs

Dark Romance! "Forgive me, father. For I'm going to abduct this little sinner." The holy father watched stunned as the tall guy yanked the girl out of the confession box and stomped out of there. ~~~ Innessa Laskin is a good girl by all means. She's kind, innocent, and goes to church. Love her parents and sister. She studies hard and aims to be a successful psychologist one day. She is a simple and ordinary girl from a small town who got a scholarship to the top Grand Elite academy. Issac Knight is a mysterious man. The handsome man with cognac brown eyes would soon turn her life upside down. He's mean. Wicked. A deadly underground boxer. What will happen when he accidentally helps her one night? The guy she thought was nice turned out to be far more dangerous. Issac never does anything for free. He'll exploit her, corrupt her in ways she could never imagine. He always does what he wants. Issac isn't the knight she thought he was. He's the sinner her mom used to warn her about. The naive Innessa would be shoved into the world of sinful pleasures.

Mariah is confident, outspoken, and focused on herself not love. But when she moves into a new apartment and meets Elijah, the quiet white boy next door, her plans start to shift. He's reserved. She's bold. They come from different worlds but can't seem to stay away from each other. What starts as tension slowly turns into something deeper. But falling for someone so different isn't easy and both have pasts that threaten to get in the way. Still, some connections are worth the risk. And sometimes, love doesn't look how you expect it's just painted different.

Naomi James struggling with her home life with the weighing pain of both her mother and father both mentally and physical abuse just one more year of high school senior year Minho Lee Popular and his parents always been his number one fans helping him no matter what his presence is star striking everyone loves him a huge basketball player winning all the trophies and medals but there's only one trophy he wants to hold one special thing and her name is Naomi James

☆. ❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘?❞ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇, 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a disaster, chaos within tragedy, wallowing in his feelings every day. Never expressing what he felt, yet he was so angry at everyone for not noticing. Angry at himself for not expressing anything. Angry about the circumstances he was forced into. Then he meets her. Aaliyah, the girl whose eyes sparkled with adoration when he came around. The girl whose actions were never malicious, radiating kindness everywhere she went. When he loses her, he stays quiet, packaging himself into a persona that's easier for people to digest. Until Isaac sees Aaliyah again. Until he has a chance to make things right. Until Isaac gets the person who never once made him feel small or misunderstood. The person whom he thinks he could be with for 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

Ares, the typical hot playboy, decides to bet on his own dad's best friend's daughter in his ego. He would hate to sip from the same glass, let alone kiss her. But when he does, everything changes for him. Iris is a typical hopeless romantic who has given the keys of her life to fictional men. Her only goal in life is to prove that she is way better than Ares but falls directly into his trap. When all her book fantasies start to come true, her heart ties an undoable knot. Both become bound to each other by hate, yet cannot resist each other. Even when they're arguing and hating. ------------- TW: Sexual Assault, Violence, Sexual Content (of consent) Please read at your own discretion

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥? 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" .......................................................... The house was quiet in the dark night. In the dimly lit corridor Viraj had cornered Shreya. Her breath grew uneven as Viraj stepped closer. His dark eyes held hers, filled with something she didn't want to name. Viraj slowly touched her face and mumbled "Tell me to stop and I will" "Viraj..." she whispered, but it only made him move nearer. The warmth of his breath could be felt against her lips, his fingers brushing against her wrist, sending shivers down her spine. She knew this was wrong and she knew they should stop. But when his lips finally touched hers, she didn't pull away. ................................................................. Rankings #1 #Viral #1 #feed #2 #intimate WARNING This is a forbidden love story where a man named Viraj falls for his Sister in law Shreya. This story is only for mature audiences

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.