Aimee Reyes has never had a boyfriend. She's soft-spoken, innocent, and far more comfortable hiding behind a book than flirting in real life. But when her friend installs a random chat app on her phone "just for fun," Aimee stumbles into a conversation she can't stop thinking about. He goes by Mr. L. He asks questions no one's ever asked her. He notices things no one else sees. He speaks in low commands that make her heart race-and her body react. What starts as harmless curiosity becomes an addiction. But when their connection deepens past words, and Mr. L asks to see her, Aimee's quiet world shifts. Older. Dominant. Dangerous in all the ways she's never allowed herself to want. And when he touches her for the first time, it isn't just her body he claims. It's her innocence. Her trust. Her soul.

NASA officer, ex-military woman, and staunch feminist Andrea Taylor didn't expect to meet her death on a quiet Tuesday night at the hands of an inexperienced robber with a gun. Even less, she didn't expect to regain consciousness only a few minutes later beside a grumpy local writer. In the 18th century. What else is needed to make her journey more tumultuous than it already is? ✓A young aristocrat trying to make her his whether she likes it or not. ✓A generally grumpy journalist who seems too fun to taunt(she may or may not have feelings for him). ✓Four extremely protective older brothers. ✓Her anxiety flaring up at the wrong times. The icing on the cake- a treasonous plot unfolding in the background All while Andrea learns to navigate the world of 'Miss Imelda Danbury' with zero memories.

WARNING! This story was my first (unedited/draft). Grammer, plot, etc is messy so please beware! thank you :))) - He couldn't get enough of the emerald in her gaze. And the one colour she thought she'd be afraid of was a colour her heart was set to beat towards a million times a day. - 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠. He is the most feared person in their town. Anyone who crossed his way was met with brutality and cruelty within him. He kills without remorse. But when he locks his grey eyes on a pair of green ones, everything he trained to become had vanished, because of her. 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨. She is known and loved by many, she was as gentle and sweet as a flower. She is the light in the darkness. But when she sets her green eyes upon his grey ones, she can't help but let her light shine through the darkness of him.

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*

"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.

Juliet was the most soft spoken person in town. Her delicate features were shown to the world, but under this features there comes damage included. Aiden is a tall handsome teenager moving into town. Wherever he goes danger follows. When a delicate girl catches his eye, he can't help himself but want her to himself. Will they risk everything to be together or will the danger separate them. Will they change each other's views of the world?

"Watch it." "Watch it," I mock him in a whisper, feeling brave. Suddenly, he gets up from his stool and stalks towards me. His large frame towering over my sitting form. I swallow the last bit of my pancakes slowly, my eyes wandering up his body until they stop at his face. He seems displeased. Very much so. His hand grabs the part where my head and neck connect and he slowly but firmly tilts my head back, his fingers tangling in my hair. His skin is rough on mine but still oddly comforting. "What did you just say?" He asks, each of his words pronounced slowly and precisely. "I-I-I j-just.. I was j-just joking." I barely choke out. "You were just joking, huh?" "Mhm." I nod, my head subconsciously leaning into his touch my eyes closing on their own accord. His thumb caresses my cheekbone and I never want him to stop. I have never had a male being make me feel this good before. Don't get me wrong I did kiss a few people but it never felt as good as what he is doing right now. "Romy?" "Yes," I breathe out, biting my lip. His thumb is quick in pulling it from between my teeth. "Nevermind." He rushes out, detaching his hand from my face. Hey Guys! I hope you enjoy my story. If you do, please leave a vote, thank you :) Highest rankings: #1 in sexy #1 in hot #1 in olderguy #2 in marriage #9 in romance #1 in fiction #6 in newadult #1 in completed #4 in possessive #2 in alphamale #4 in mature #1 in mechanic #2 in details #1 in summer #6 in realistic #13 in love #10 in agegap

Julius Santo was a name that had every human's skin crawling. Most people know of him due to the lethal Mafia he leads, his silver eyes that have watched countless souls fade away, or the sinister scar that crosses his brow. But for Hazel Alexis, Julius Santo was a man of kindness. Someone who was willing to listen to her vent, converse with her, or simply be in her company. Julius was a saviour to Hazel. A hero who guarded, supported, and kept her safe. Hazel Alexis is an innocent, quite oblivious, nineteen-year-old woman. She works as a nurse in a small health clinic, aiming to earn enough money to leave her toxic household, and also spends her weekdays studying at her local college. As her new friendship with Julius evolves, she can't help but fight the overwhelming feelings that develop between them. Obtaining a crush on your best friend could never end well, could it? Every day, the simple things he does drive her deeper into the obsessional crush she has with him. But the hidden truth that remains between the two was the undeniable reality of how their end could possibly be. The mixture of his secret, her obliviousness, and the ultimate reality of it all was bound to cause chaos. What happens when Hazel discovers Julius Santo's true identity? ••• Best Ranks #4 Friendstolovers - March 2022 #1 GrumpyxSunshine - May 2022 #8 Chicklit - May 2022

The Ice King and the Hurricane He's cold, controlled, and closed off. She's chaos in cupcake form. Jaxon Lee is a powerful CEO with a guarded heart and a quiet son who rarely opens up to anyone-until he meets Elena DeRose, a sweet, sassy, and slightly unhinged art student who crashes into their world like a sugar-fueled tornado. Their worlds couldn't be more different, but fate-and a stubborn little boy-have other plans. With every accidental run-in, dramatic pout, and stolen cupcake, the walls around Jaxon's heart begin to crack. Can the hurricane melt the Ice King? Or will his past freeze out the warmth she brings? A heartwarming romantic comedy full of laughter, chaos, sweet moments, and second chances. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.