Dakota Kambrie Lynn Heyward-Di Laurentis has mastered the art of pretending she's okay. At Briar University, she hides behind photography, late nights, and carefully practiced smiles instead of dealing with the grief that's followed her since her father's death. The only people who can still get through to her are her twin brother Dean, her younger sister Summer, and the friends who've become her second family. Then there's Ashton-the boyfriend Dean can't stand and Dakota can't seem to let go of, no matter how toxic things become. And then there's John Logan. Dean's best friend. The guy who always shows up. The guy who notices too much. While Dakota keeps everyone at arm's length, Logan sees every crack she tries to hide. The silence after fights. The exhaustion behind her smile. The way she acts like she has to carry everything alone. Dakota's always seen him as nothing more than Dean's best friend, but Logan's been in love with her for far longer than she realizes. And he's done pretending he hasn't been. An Off Campus Fanfic

"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that promises death and despair. I can already feel his intoxicating heat and presence behind me. Dare I turn around? Absolutely not. My worst fears have finally come to fruition, my twisted fate catching up to me, alas. He is here. He has come to honor his promise-To reclaim his bride. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my husband... Valentine. #1 Dark - 03/24/22 #1 Mythology - 03/07/22 #1 BWWM- 11/27/19 #1 Powerful - 04/02/20 #1 Entity- 08/05/19 #1 Godly - 09/09/20 #1 Thunder - 03/09/22 #1 Deadly - 12/18/22 #12 Hades - 10/19/20 #15 Horror - 04/25/20 #12 Obsession - 07/31/21 #19 Interracial- 03/15/19 Major rewrite loading. Read with Caution.

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Maya is friends with benefits with her ex. When she decides to move on, will he let her? -------- He straightens up, trying to mask his vulnerability as he sighs in frustration. 'Why do you think I kept you so close? I wasn't using you for your body, I can fuck any girl I want. If I knew you were ready for something again, I would've...' He pauses, breaking eye contact. In our silence, I finally understand why he couldn't let me go. He still loves me. How didn't I see this sooner? He did everything to stop me from moving on, it was so obvious. I need to put this right. -------- Read after being warned: Spicy parts (chapters marked with * (skippable scenes)) Strong language Violence There'll probably be more that'll trigger you, so don't read if you get triggered easily. New uploads every week! #1 FWB (05/2026) #1 Lies (02/2026) #1 FriendsWithBenefits (12/2025) #1 Toxic (12/2025)

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

She was broken, silent, and small. He was dangerous, powerful, and cold to everyone but her. When Alexander finds 23 year old Daisy bruised, terrified, and deaf curled up on a dark street during a mission, he doesn't know why he stops. He only knows he can't leave her behind. What begins as protection turns into something deeper as the ruthless gang leader finds himself slowly softening for the fragile girl who clings to safety like a lifeline. Daisy doesn't speak much. Her innocence and childlike ways confuse the men around her but Alexander sees what the others don't: she's been hurt in more ways than one. As he helps her adjust to her new life ordering plushies, creating a safe room, and learning her world of soft whispers and quiet tears he discovers just how much he needs her, too.

Layla Clearwater was alone. Leah was off with Jacob Black, the two locking lips at every opportunity, and Seth was at Sam's beck and call. She hadn't meant to wander off track. Being dragged into the water by Poseidon wasn't her intention. But it had happened. And now she had to face the consequences.