ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ғᴏʀ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɢᴏᴛ sᴄᴀʀʏ, ʀᴇᴀʟ sᴄᴀʀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ sʜɪᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ....

-𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- "You sound like you'd kill for me, baby." "If I don't kill you first." Her dagger drives down my abdomen, barely breaking skin. "Don't promise me a good time, Ria."

-𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- "Would you get on your knees for me?" "If you asked," he breathes out. I hum and trace his plump lips with my forefinger. "I don't ask, darling." It seemed that's all I had to say because he dropped to his knees before me, not once breaking eye contact. "Good boy."

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇᴅ, ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜʀɪs ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

ᴀᴍᴀʏᴀ ɪs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀɴʟᴏʀᴅ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ. ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ's ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ, sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɢᴏᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʟᴀss. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏ?

Highschool was supposed to be fun, not stressful. Relationships were supposed to be easy to handle, not heartbreaking. Ella, Gabriella, Halle, Chloe, Beyonce & Robyn is dealing with all of those issues but as a team, but this "team" didn't last forever.

A'shari thought he was just blowing off steam. Logging into LucidRoom, a seductive virtual world run by the mysterious Morningstar family, was supposed to be harmless. A place to vent. To flirt. To feel seen again. His famous wife, Aaliyah, had been cheating, neglecting their home, and letting their marriage rot from the inside out. When she disappears after another scandalous night out, A'shari is left broken, furious, and more alone than ever. That's when he meets Oshae-charismatic, smooth-talking, and dangerously addictive. Their connection is instant. Electric. Unholy. Oshae's voice gets in A'shari's head through the headset... and his body not long after. Promising him pleasure, escape, and a solution to all his problems. But the real devil isn't just in A'shari's thoughts-he's in his bed. Oshae isn't just any man. He's the son of Lucifer, part demon, part sin incarnate. And he's been watching A'shari for a long, long time. When Oshae confesses that he "got rid of" Aaliyah so they could finally be together, A'shari realizes he's in too deep. Because once the devil's inside you, body or soul... he doesn't let go.

Why can't God just send me the man of my dreams and let me be... - A Chris Brown Fan Fiction. - There's a sequel to this called , "Redemption" Copyright 2016 ®MixedDollRria CURRENTLY EDITING CHAPTERS SO EXCUSE ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS (for all the grammar polices) 🙄! My First Story, don't shame me.

After a whirlwind year modeling for the world's most prestigious fashion houses, Michelle Kensington is finally ready to take a breath. Until she learns that her childhood best friend, Rosella Morelli, is getting married. The two have been friends for over 20 years, sharing everything from secret crushes to heartbreaks. But, Michelle has only heard bits and pieces about Rosella's whirlwind romance with Italian billionaire and CEO, Vincenzo Moretti, a man whose side profile has only been seen on her best friend's curated Instagram feed. When Michelle arrives at the luxurious villa for the week-long destination wedding, she expects opulence, beauty, and wine. She doesn't expect the unsettling attraction that grips her the moment she meets Vincenzo in person. He's charming and intense, with a commanding presence that needs no words. He speaks only when necessary, and somehow that silence says more than conversation ever could. He is nothing like the aloof socialite she had imagined. As the pre-wedding festivities unfold with sunset dinners, yacht parties, and late-night conversations, she does her best to keep her distance from Vincenzo. But the pull between them is impossible to ignore. Their tension simmers beneath every glance, every brush of skin, until it becomes harder to pretend there's nothing there. What begins as chemistry becomes a forbidden affair neither of them can name out loud.

Sequel to Playing Hard To Get.