[Editing] He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

"Candy Land?" I said flatly. "Are we five?" She gasped. "Excuse me, Candy Land is a classic. It teaches patience. And how to handle betrayal." "I will absolutely not learn anything from Candy Land." "You're afraid you'll lose." "I'm afraid I'll lose brain cells." ●○●○●○●○●○● They're coworkers with clashing personalities-Nico is a reserved, no-nonsense, sarcasm-loaded type who avoids socializing like it's contagious. Willa is the peppy, chronically kind coworker who bakes muffins for the team and says "good morning" like it's a sacred ritual. Their company is hosting a weekend retreat meant for "team bonding." Everyone else is staying at the main lodge-but due to a reservation snafu (thanks, Sharon from HR), the last two employees to confirm end up stuck in a separate remote cabin. A blizzard hits. Hard. No power. No WiFi. No escape. Just them. And one bed. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 13,940

a kinda cliche grumpy x sunshine (i'm living my fantasies through this book) Sera Wynn meets a man one thriller night whom she couldn't really stop thinking about. After being offered an internship opportunity at the place he owns and manages, she's determined to get to know him better and befriend him through the course of her time there. Quiet and distant, Rowan seems unapproachable at first. But no one seems to be immune to Sera's bright smile and bubbly attitude. Tropes: grumpy x sunshine, fake dating, slight age gap (fmc is above 18)

Layla Campbell • four years after her boyfriend dies she's left to raise her three year old by herself. Her job allows her to provide everything necessary they may need, but she won't allow herself one thing: love, which goes against the promise she made. Lorenzo Romanoff • struggling with finding his reason to keep going and stop drinking. The day he meets his brothers lawyer and her little boy that changes. He finds his reason to resist temptation. ••• "I don't want you to leave me." His fingers stop brushing my hair when my confession leaves my lips. "I don't want to leave you, but I have to. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I grip his hospital gown and let out my silent cries as my body shakes. His arms tightens around me trying to comfort me, he knows nothing can. He's dying, and nothing is going to stop that. ••• "I do that a lot, you can't fool me." He says in a softer tone. I clear my throat and look away, the way he's looking at me's making me feel like he can read me as clear as a book, "Do what?" He gets closer to me making my eyes flicker to him, "You don't have to pretend Layla." For some reason it feels though as if I should whisper, "Who said I was pretending?" "Your smile," he murmurs, his eyes drop to my lips making a frown settle on his face. "It's so beautiful when you smile," his finger runs along my bottom lip, "but this one? Darling, this one is fake."

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 , A 17 year old girl who struggles in an abusive household with her father and step-mother after her mother passed away, she only finds peace in ballet in any time and any place, she's as sweet as cotton candy and as much as innocent. 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢 , A 27 year old Drug dealer and a big part of The Italian mafia in the capital of Italy he has a dark past which what makes him as ruthless as he is, he doesn't ever plan on unfolding this past to anyone anytime soon but it all changes when he meets 𝐇𝐞𝐫. ✵✵✵ "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭" Started: Feb 9th 2025 Finished: June 3rd 2025 #1 in small - 3/4/2025 - 🥇 #3 in gangster - 5/5/2025 - 🥉 #3 in loveatfirstsight -23/6/2025 - 🥉 #1 in maskedman - 22/5/2025 - 🥇 #3 in clingy -26/5/2025- 🥉 #1 in Russia -15/6/2025- 🥇 #1 in innocentgirl -15/6/2025- 🥇 #4 in dark -16/6/2025-

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𓅪 Surviving on the streets as a girl has been more than difficult for Ophelia. So when a opportunity of stealing money shows up, she's more than ready to take it. The decision she makes, brings her into a world she never imagined to be in and entangles her into the life of Rome. A mysterious man who's not ready to let go of her yet. ••••••••••••• "Can I call you Romeo?" I joked. "No." Was his immediate answer. He was boring! It was just a fun nickname. •••••••••••••

Lorelei Everly is the human equivalent to a faerie; a beautiful girl hidden deep within the woods, isolated from the outside world of the chaos and unruly. Phillip Edevane is an oblivious Prince Charming who is surrounded by people who only speak to him for their own benefit. He wishes for nothing more than an escape. When their paths collide, will they create a safe haven for each other or will buried secrets within the palace walls destroy the peace they prayed for? ***** "Here, you dropped this." The man picked up each lavender and placed them back into the basket, then gingerly placed it close enough so she would be able to see it. Tentative with his movements so he wouldn't scare the maiden even more. He then slowly stepped back to give her space to stand up. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to." He sounded genuine to Lorelei so she was able to muster up the courage to stand, she slowly grabbed her basket and held her head low. "Thank you." Lorelei muttered. "Of course-" He finally understood why she seemed so familiar to him. "Wait, Who are you?"