The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

Six months. That's all the time I have before my head rolls onto the executioner's block. Dying choking on spicy instant noodles was a pathetic way to go, but waking up as Ilse de Varannes? That's a death sentence. In the original novel, Ilse isn't the heroine. She isn't even the villainess. She's the brainless, loyal sidekick the girl destined to be butchered just for being the "troublemaker" (instigator) of her best friend's shitty schemes. I used to be a Public Relation staff. My entire life was damage control, narrative-spinning, and cleaning up messes. So, I have a plan: tame my impulsive best friend, dodge the Crown Prince like the plague, and ghost the imperial palace before the military cleans house. Simple, right? Wrong. My strategy didn't account for the Duke d'Alençon. The Grand Commander of the military. Brother of Prince, The cold-blooded monster who's literally supposed to sign my death warrant in the final chapter. He's not ignoring me like he's "supposed" to. He's cornering me in dark hallways. He's gripping my wrists tight enough to bruise. He's looking at me with those damn icy eyes like he knows exactly what I'm up to and he finds it fascinating. "You're in too deep, Ilse. And I don't have the habit of letting go of what I've already claimed."

London had offered Amara Danbury everything a young lady was supposed to want-ballrooms, titles, and endless opportunities for a suitable match. She wanted none of it. Raised in America and fiercely independent, Amara returns to London at her grandmother Lady Danbury's insistence for a single social season before returning home. Determined to avoid society's expectations, she plans to keep her head down, survive the endless balls, and ignore the marriage-minded gentlemen pursuing her. Then she meets Benedict Bridgerton. Charming, artistic, and entirely too handsome for his own good, Benedict has spent years avoiding the pressures of society. But after one unforgettable encounter with Amara, he finds himself drawn to the one woman who seems completely immune to his charm. As London's elite watches their every move, friendship slowly turns into something neither of them expected. But in a world where every choice becomes gossip and every heart carries secrets, love may prove far more complicated than either of them imagined. A Bridgerton fanfiction featuring: 👑 Black Heiress Heroine 💙 Benedict Bridgerton ✨ Slow Burn Romance 🎭 Masquerade Ball 🌹 High Society Drama 📚 Bookish & Artistic Characters 💘 He Falls First 👑 Lady Danbury's Granddaughter 💕 Happily Ever After

John Osborne has a promising career with the War Office and lacks for nothing. Except, possibly, a wife. Unfortunately, the woman he wants only has eyes for someone else. When a shared friend offers to help him win his love's heart--if only he will assist her on a case--he reluctantly agrees. He can put up with their grating presence if it affords him the chance of the happily ever after he so desperately craves. Lady Mary Kinson is happily counting down the days until she will officially be considered 'on the shelf'. Spinsterhood is looking rather appealing when getting married means giving up everything and trusting your husband to care for you. She'd rather use her dowry for a quiet life on her own. Until her younger sister does the unthinkable and Mary has to enlist the help of a friend to save her family from ruin.

Shae, the High Queen of Erya, has one rule: Not to fall in love with her husband. Three years into their arranged marriage, Shae is still ignoring her attraction to the handsome king. A simple task when everyone knows the rumours of his love affair with the Sorceress Isobel; the woman he helped save the world, but was not allowed to marry. Felix, the High King of Erya, has one goal: To charm his wife. When an attack forces the couple into forced proximity to reach home safely, Felix sees the opportunity to finally get close to the queen. Defeating the Dark Disciple and his followers was nothing compared to his most challenging task yet; convincing his wife to give him a chance. {Rewritten in 2022}

Soon, I was thrusting my chest out to him, as I moaned. Moaned out loud. Trying to give him unhindered passage to my breasts. "Please" I moaned. "Please..." His scorching mouth persisted, without mercy, on my rack. He pulled back. Panting heavily. As his eyes ogled me with feral hunger. Within a few seconds, his clothes left his body. And his legs nudged mine apart. He eased himself between them. Bringing me into an absolute awareness of his stiff length, resting right at the mouth of my arousal. And then, he asked, the ultimate question. A question I didn't see coming. After all, he was the Prince and I was the daughter of a mere nobleman gifted to him in marriage. This was his right. His conjugal right. "Can I?" he said. 💥💥💥🌟🌟🌟⚡⚡⚡ BRIEF SYNOPSIS She was destined to die for her people. He was born to end lives. With just a touch of his bare hands. ------- Xemein has known nothing but distress, for the last six years. And now, to end her anguish and that of her people, she was given the task to murder a man that had proven countless times, that he couldn't be killed easily. The Dark Lord. And so, she was wedded to him, with a mission. Kill the Dark Lord and your family and people will be safe forever. And now, she has been given to him in marriage. What will ensue now that she's confined in his lair and completely unprotected against his charms? Will she fulfil her mission and save her people? Or will she choose winning the Dark Lord's heart over everyone she's ever known and loved? Rating:18+

Willow Astor flees her engagement party barefoot, hijacks a stranger's car, and spends one wild, filthy night with him. The stranger? Justin Wilder, the new butler in her family's mansion. The man she just rode senseless now serves her coffee every day and calls her "Madam Astor." Forbidden heat. Zero regrets. How long until her family and his uniform ruin everything?

Isabella an intelligent, kind and introverted woman at the age of 25 finds herself abducted by aliens and then left on another primitive planet. There she meets Aerthysia Tribe. In her quest to fit in with the tribe and create a new life for herself by using all the modern knowledge she has and also knowledge from her studies to make life easier for herself on the planet, but also somehow manages to influence the tribe?. In the midst of all the conflict and change Isabella manages to intrigue one cold alien man's heart. The tribe leader, the Korvaxar, Vex. .... you can find quicker updates on Lutionary.

Unlike most performative men, Adam Barrington IS your average guy. He lives a simple life and has everything he needs; a good paying job and his wonderful (sexy) girlfriend, Molly. I mean, what more could he want? Well, life is full of surprises... and shit. And that crappy part of life so happens to come in a life-sized, doe-eyed, annoying, feminine package. That package is none other than Elaine Reed. Adam HATES Elaine. And what's worse? She's his colleague.