At Vyre University, power belongs to those who take it, and no one holds more than The Regents-five untouchable boys wrapped in secrets, ambition, and sin. They rule the halls with whispered threats and devastating smiles, leaving destruction in their wake. Falling for them is a mistake. Loving them is a risk. But some hearts are drawn to ruin, and once you're in their world, there's no way out FIRST BOOK IN THE SILENT SERIES 1 / 5 First year at Vyre University.

"I'd do anything for her. I would kill every last fucking person on this planet, if she asked me to. And I wouldn't even question her about it. All she had to do was ask." - Zayn Banks

Fawn Oakley grew up terribly poor until over time her life drastically changed and now she's rich. Adjusting to the new lifestyle isn't very hard except for the fact that she's around other snobby ungrateful rich families all of a sudden. She doesn't click with the people nor does she ever hope to. Cal Hacker is someone Fawn would definitely think of as a huge rich asshole. To her, he is a stuck up rich asshole and and wants nothing to do with him. He's closed off and only ever talks to insult her. They want nothing to do with each other. Though they're much more similar than they might realize. Their paths cross and it does not look like they will be warming up to each other anytime soon. Or will they? After all, there is a very fine line between love and hate. Im shit at descriptions so just read it if u like enemies to lovers and a lot of tension. It's a SLOWBURN so beware.

When our lips meet, fire spreads out through my body. It's not a gentle kiss. It's a desperate one, compounded by months of longing and pain. My hands tangle in his hair as his roam my body. Everywhere he touches me, I feel an electric tingle. Wanting to be closer to him, I slip my hand under his shirt to trace his sculpted chest and the planes of his stomach. He shivers in response and helps me slide the shirt up and over his head. Our contact is broken only for the barest second, which is still too long for me. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands slide under my shirt to rest on my hips and pull me flush against him. I kiss him fiercely, all the pent up longing I've felt driving me to press myself as close to him as possible. River is only too happy to respond to my intensity, kissing me back just as passionately. One second, we're kneeling on the bed. The next, he's flipped us over so that I'm lying underneath him, exactly where I want to be. Hoping for a life change after her mother's death, shy Brooklyn Hale moves from a small town in Oregon to Colorado to attend one of the most elite boarding schools in the country, Eastwood Academy. There, she meets notorious bad boy River St. Claire. Against her better judgment, Brooklyn finds herself drawn to him, even though from the moment they meet, Brooklyn and River cannot seem to go a day without clashing. She knows she should stay away, but his magnetic pull and deep green eyes haunt her thoughts and consume her desires. When a school project forces Brooklyn and River to work together, it seems like they might finally overcome their rough start. At first, Brooklyn is overjoyed, but when more of River's past comes to light, Brooklyn realizes that she's falling into a whirlwind vortex of secrets and drama. River might be starting to steal her heart, but will he break it? Instagram - rose_sky_miller Tik tok - rose.sky.miller

Isabella Harper, a nineteen-year-old, lost her color vision after her sister's suicide. She shut down herself from everyone and remained in her world until her parents force her to go to college. She couldn't get into a hotshot university since she was home-schooled. Isabella settled with a community college in Dunwoody, Georgia. Trying to live a normal life with her vision, Isabella is dragged into a whole new world. Everything happens for a reason. She met new people, experiences new emotions, and discovers secrets and the reason behind her sister's death. Now she wants revenge. Battling demons from her past, going to underground fights and nightclubs, hacking into a porn site, and on top of everything, there's Hunter Armstrong. Warning ⚠️ This book contains dark themes, mature and triggering content, i.e. description/talk of suicide, rape, porn, and mature language. ~^~^~^~ His lips cupped mine, and a swell of warmth unfurled in my heart. It was gentle and soft, something I never expected from a guy like him. He moved his right hand from my cheek to my waist, tugging me against him, and molded our bodies together. A wave of electricity went down to my core when he licked my lips. "Open your mouth, Bella." His commanding husky voice against my lips jolted my heart, and I followed his order like a slave. With no control, a moan erupted from my throat as his tongue met mine. It was barely audible, but I knew he heard it when he smiled against my lips. He swept my hair from my face to my back and gathered them in his fist. He tugged my head back, deepening the kiss, and my heart thrashed in my chest. At that moment, I didn't need drugs to know what being high felt like because his lips were enough to send me on nine clouds. Just once and I was addicted to it. If this is how being kissed feels like, then fuck, I've wasted a lot of time. ~^~^~^~ FEATURED ON: @Romance (Romantic Suspense) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Goodgirl, Darkpast #2 Badboy #5 Newadult

Grief. It can tear someone's life apart or make them stronger. Though that may be true, Bethane only feels the pain. She lost the person who made her life exciting, what was she supposed to feel? But losing someone right in front of you hurts more and is a different type of grief that she experienced for three years. Three years up until Rider came back into her life and decided that he wanted to earn her trust again. Bethane has already moved on as she says and claims to hate him but is what she feels really hate, or is it betrayal done by the one person she chose to let herself be vulnerable? Rider is committed to earning her trust again and getting a second chance. Bethane is committed to ignoring and hating him for the rest of her life, but with those two very different goals, who's going to accomplish theirs in the end? ~~~~~~ 1k reads September 17, 2021 10k reads April 9, 2022

She was sweet he was mean. She always smiled while he was always serious. She didn't realize it but he knew she was the love of his life. Delilah Morecelli 17 year old is always smiling. She treated everyone with kindness and never once stopped helping people. She wore bright colors and her head was always in her books. She is bubbly and very social. She is extremely smart the top of her classes. That all changed one day and no one realized When Delilah stopped smiling, when the eye bags and red eyes appeared, when she would miss school, or when her grades dropped. Except for him, Nikolai Mikhailov he has always kept Delilah very dear to his heart, he was head over heels for her, he noticed everything down from how her nose scrunches up when she's thinking hard to the way she clenched her fist when she's anxious. All hell breaks lose when he realizes His princess is suffering, After all don't mess with the Russians next heir's malyshka

When they're rivals in academics, leadership, sports, EVERYTHING and she asks "Why is it me? Why do you always single me out?" And He replies: "Because you're the only person worth paying attention to" *********************************************** When she dares him, to embarrass him cuz he is the only boy who doesn't talk to her much in the whole school. "100 push-ups champ, after each push up you say my name" He replies "Fine, but I have 1 condition" She asks "What condition" He replies "Lie beneath me while I do push-ups, I'll do a hundred more, even the whole class can count." *********************************************** These are some scenes that might urge you to read the story anyway it's a dark romance and rivals to lovers. There are also some scenes written in the part mentioned below... You can get more information from the story part 'IMPORTANT'.

*Highest rank #9 in Teen fiction * Adam Smith, popularly known as the badass of the school-- wild, charming, and terrifying. People know Adam for either of the two reasons-- his intense passion for music or the rumour that he killed his last girlfriend. Enter Holly McCarthy, the new admission in school. She falls in love with the smallest things, cliché movies and flowers can sweep her off her feet. But this 'good girl' knows how to steer clear of trouble, that is till she crosses paths with Adam. Refusing to believe the school whispers, Holly trudges a little too close for her safety. One slap in a headstrong moment triggers this story of ego and revenge. For Adam, the game has just begun. One drunken night and 10 grand on the line, Adam vows to get Holly to bed in a week to avenge his humiliation. And he knows just how to play his cards. As Holly gets lovestruck by the bad boy, will her naivety cost her? Will he win the bet? Or will the ghosts of his past return to haunt him? As history seems to be repeating itself around Adam, everything is on the line for these two. [Yikes, I suck at descriptions haha, would love if ya'll gave this story a try *puppy dog eyes*] [Under minor editing, will not affect the storyline, just polishing grammar; Warning--you may come across badly edited chapters, sumimasen!] Copyright © Ananya Varma, 2016. All Rights Reserved.

"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.