"I need you to be the put together one because I'm so fucked up. You've saved me." He whispers. "Carter, we saved each other." I mutter looking at him through my eyelashes. I lean into him, our lips not even an inch apart. "Sophia we shouldn't..." He looks hesitant. "Please, I need you." I almost started crying. "Please." I mutter one more time, my eyes begging for him. My body needing him. Sophia Carrington. She just moved from New York to California in search of a new life. When her life took a dark turn she's forced to leave everything behind. She just wants to finish her final year of high school, numb to the world, while learning to cope with the trauma she's endured. Carter Marquez. Newly single after being dumped by his girlfriend of two years. After losing his dad in a car accident he's fallen apart. The list of people he trusts is short, he hates letting people in. He's constantly trying to make up for his mistakes of the past, trying to find a new purpose in life. When the two of them collided, they instantly took a mutual disliking to each other. Misunderstandings and a dash of alcohol set a flame between them. Sophia hates the snarky remarks and stupid nicknames that leave his mouth. Carter thinks Sophia is just another trust fund brat. Soon their rivalry begins to dissolve and they learn that sharing the pain of their past can form connections they never thought to be possible. WARNING: This story contains mature topics such as sexual assault and drug addiction. Read with caution. Copyright © by lulustoriesss 2021

״לא משנה מה איי פעם עשית לי, אני אף פעם לא הלכתי. אף פעם. תמיד את זאת שהלכה. את זאת שעזבה את הכל. אז אולי אני בן זונה ושברתי לך את הלב, אבל שנינו יודעים שאת לא יותר טובה במשחק הזה, גם את שברת לי את הלב.״ המילים של דין הכו בג׳סיקה כמו אגרוף. ״אני לא ידעתי.״ מלמלה. ״ברור שלא ידעת, את אף פעם לא הרגשת את זה. תמיד רדפו אחרייך, תמיד הלכו אחרייך ולרוב זה היה שולל. את ג׳סיקה גריי, את מהפנטת, הכריזמה שלך מטריפה כל גבר. את שובה את הלב בקלות מעוררת עצבים. את רגילה שגבר בא ונותן לך הכל, מתחנן שתשארי, מתחנן שתתני לו עוד ממך, את לא מכירה שום דבר אחר. אני הולך אחרייך באזיקים ג׳סיקה, עם עיניים עצומות אני הולך אחרייך כי אני מאוהב בך, ואת יודעת את זה, ואת יודעת שלא משנה כמה פעמים תשברי לי את הלב אני עדיין אלך אחרייך, כי זה כל מה שאת מכירה.״ - היא אוהבת סקס. זה בסדר, מותר לומר את זה בקול רם. היא לא מרגישה רע לגבי זה. היא יפהפיה אמיתית. עדיין ילדונת וכבר כולם מסתובבים סביבה. כי כשזה נוגע לג׳סיקה גריי, כולם לרגליה. תציצו לחייה של ג׳סיקה. הבחורה שמחזיקה בכל הלבבות האבודים, זו שגורמת לאורות השבורים לזרוח. אז בואו, קחו מבט, תכנסו לחייה של ג׳סיקה גריי, הבחורה ששייכת לכולם, אבל לא לאף אחד.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"Where the hell are your shoes?" The stranger asks. "I sleepwalk." DISORDER SERIES: INSOMNIA DAMAGED ADDICTION Notice** These books do not have the same characters. They follow a new relationship each time. There are crossovers, though. They are in the same universe. You also do not have to read them in order. Dedicated to Benson R, who lost his battle with depression in November 2021. A fellow hopeless romantic who had no idea how loved he was. Suicide hotline: (800) 273-8255 www.psychologytoday.com