-This book is on hold- - Blair Wrenlee an 18 year old girl who accidentally "shifts" into the universe of her recent book, Shatter Me. Or did she? .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. A book-loving girl who has always craved stories that could whisk her away. Yet, under the strict rules of her parents, many books have remained out of reach. When she finally gets her hands on Shatter Me, a world her best friend raved about, she eagerly dives in, losing herself in the pages-until something strange happens. Her reality has never quite felt right, with memories that feel fragmented, half-told truths lurking in the shadows of her mind. But when she falls asleep after chapter eleven of Shatter Me, she wakes up in a place that sends shivers down her spine. It's an unfamiliar world, filled with danger and mystery. Unbeknownst to her, she's crossed into the book itself, an extraordinary twist she couldn't have anticipated. Now, with only her limited knowledge of the Shatter Me universe, she must find a way to navigate this unknown world and solve not only the mystery of her sudden arrival but also the enigma of her own fractured memories. Can she piece together the truths of both worlds before it's too late, or will the secrets she uncovers shatter her reality forever? <Credits to the amazing Tahereh Mafi.> Highest Ranking: #1 in shatterme #1 in aaronwarner #1 in rescueme #1 in unnaturals #1 in warner #1 in shattermeseries #3 in kenjikishimoto #3 in shattermefanfic #5 in bookclub (Started on: April 29 2023) (Ended on: )

This story is inspired by My living nightmare, a different story and not as rough. But with an Interesting story, suprises, plot twists and more. A young girl moves to germany, gets a job at a new place owned by the puissant twins, Tom Kaulitz and Bill Kaulitz. Not knowing what she has gotten into, falling for their lies and unlocks new secrets. Will she regret she ever even met them? (Warning for sensitive topics, read at your own risk.) My spelling and writing can be weird and hard to read sometimes since I write really fast and it's not my first language. I'm still continuing this, it was supposed to be done but I've got a lot of ideas I'm working on a rewritten one, which is better written and it's gonna be longer but this is the original! Everything written by me.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"I hate you for everything you are and what you have done to me." "I know" The devil answered before crashing his lips down to hers. ---------------- Celine's favorite subject in school is history without a doubt. She's always dreamed about being able to live through history itself, to experience what she could only read in books or in the movies she's watched. But what if there was a way for her to be able to travel through time and live an immortal life? To a point in life, she would give up everything for it, even if she has to sell her soul to one of the most fearful demons... ---------------- The story starts off slow and might be cringe at first but as soon as the demon shows up, the story is getting interesting and darker!

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐." Two serial killing psychopaths with close enough killing signatures. Two mysterious women with hidden scars and identities. Two handsome men with fucked up pasts desperately trying to erase it. Two mysteriously beautiful towns with their own dark veiled secrets and mysteries waiting to unraveled. What could possibly go wrong......anymore? Chaos erupts when mysterious serial killings starts to take place one after the other in Malachi. More shocking when the killing patterns follows the evidence less serial killings that has been taking place over the last one decade, in Lilura, the neighbouring town of Malachi, best known for its dark history of mass killing of witches. Until two women with their own twisted secrets and scars crosspath. There is more to the smiles that meets the eyes. The only thing you can trust is your gut. What's that gut feeling telling you? If it's telling you to run and hide. You run and hide. If it's telling you to kill. You kill. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚-𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘼 𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.

When a girl goes on vacation after her boyfriend cheats on her, she finds the love of her life, football superstar Jimmy Garoppolo.