When Logan Plant, a brilliant yet underprivileged young woman, earns a scholarship to the elite and secretive Blackmoor Academy, she sees a future finally within reach. But among its marble walls and ivy-clad towers, prestige hides something far more sinister. There, she meets Soren RavenShade: cold, composed, and heir to a legacy steeped in shadow; an old and powerful bloodline. He had always been untouched by the world, uninterested and detached. Yet when he saw Logan, something unexplainable begins to unravel, a pull he can't escape, and an instinct he doesn't understand. But the problem is that Logan wants nothing to do with him or the strange undercurrents that ripple beneath Blackmoor's polished surface. But as the school's darkness begins to seep in, she realizes she's become part of a game she never agreed to play.

"I didn't even realize I had been staring until I saw her staring back at me like she was pissed. I quickly looked away and decided to focus on my food. Imani was in her own world but I can tell that she knows something is up between Sage and I. Sage feels like a mystery to me. She has to be hiding something. And I can't wait to figure it." ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ I was tired of seeing barely any poc mc and even if they are poc they are super ghetto soo that is why i wrote this story ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ This is my first story-just for fun-im accepting all feedback :) Also sorry for spelling curse words like "f-ck" This was a while ago and I thought wattpad would ban me or sum and I didn't feel like going bs k and changing it ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ #1 in hippy-06/25/21 #3 in sirakante-06/29/21 #14 in nyc-08/19/21 started: june 23 2021 finished: feb 18 2022

Prince Heath and Alyssa Dorsey had been hating each other since the beginning of their freshman year. They had no idea that their lives were about to change when the royal's matchmaker matched them. --------- "No way. I'm not marrying him." "You're marched." "Mom, I hate him." "Are you sure?" Eighteen-year-old Alyssa Dorsey never expected her life to change overnight. Forced into an arranged marriage with the boy she loved to hate, she faced a reality far worse than the vows themselves. They were required to share a bedroom. The fights were tiring, but unavoidable. This was a royal arrangement, and the king and queen would never undo it. Still, when sparks began to fly where hatred once lived, Alyssa realized that making this marriage work wasn't a command. It was a choice she alone had to make. A story of finding a way through difficult times. Told in Alyssa's POV. |BWWM|Romance|

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She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....

Six years after their college breakup, Tiana Brown and Ethan Hall's paths collide again - at a gas station, of all places. Tiana, now a published author, is still shy and introverted, pouring her heart into her writing. Ethan, a famous hockey player, is as charming as ever, but his life is a whirlwind of media and expectations. As they catch up, old feelings resurface. Tiana's book, "Sunflowers in Winter," hints at their past relationship, and Ethan feels like she's exposed his heart to the world. But amidst the nostalgia, reality kicks in - Ethan's publicist wants him to fake-date a model to boost his image, and Tiana's preference for solitude clashes with his public lifestyle. Ethan invites Tiana to his charity hockey game, and sparks fly again. But can they navigate their differences, or will their past mistakes tear them apart? *Chapter 1: Gas Station Reunion* Ethan grinned, pumping gas. "Tiana Brown. Long time no see." Tiana's eyes widened behind glasses. "Ethan Hall. You've... changed." Ethan chuckled. "You haven't. Still adorable and shy." Tiana's Inner Monologue: He still has that effect on me. Butterflies everywhere. Ethan's Inner Monologue: She's still beautiful. And still makes me feel something real. They exchange small talk, but the air's charged with unspoken tension. As they part ways, Ethan says, "We should catch up. Coffee?" Tiana hesitates, then nods. "Okay."I

1723 he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on display for him. only him. he picks me up and places me on his desk taking his time to push my legs open and slide a hand in between. he places gentle kisses on my neck while his other hand starts to rub on my clit I gasp throwing my head back in the process, giving him more access to my neck. his mouth starts to trail down my body getting lower and lower with each kiss. he grips my thighs tightly as his head dipped between my legs. I feel his thick tongue dip inside of me next, every moan that left my lips was all for him and that very thought made me wetter he then managed to wrap one of his hands around my neck, his face never leaving from in between my legs but instead going deeper. my moans got louder as his grip on my neck got tighter, but he then stopped and pulled away I groaned in protest. he stood back up and got in my ear "what are you thinking about Elizabeth" *slow burn*

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

"-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.

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.