𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝.❞ In which an intern has a sex contract with her boss. || MATURE CONTENT || Cover by @vanillalust

[ boyxboy ] Ollie: To everyone else, I'm the perfect son to a ruling monarch of Monaco and my country's golden boy. One day I'll be the King, I will marry a nice woman and provide heirs to my family's monarchy. But beneath the surface, I'm hiding desires only one person knows - my bully, my tormentor, my crush - Jesse Olsen. So when Jesse walks back into my life, and I'm forced to be close to the object of my obsession, my life becomes hell. He's the most infuriating person I've ever met. A man who's made it his sole purpose in life to chase me like he's chasing one of his rivals on the race track. A dark, chaotic presence that distracts me. Yet I'm not strong enough to fight him. We are the worst idea ever, bound for failure and agony. Jesse: My career as a Formula 1 driver skyrockets when I get signed with a prestigious team and move to live in Monaco. I'm getting all the fame, money, sex, everything I want. What I don't expect to find there is a staircase that leads me to a secret room. I don't expect to see the most beautiful man I've ever set my eyes on. I don't expect to experience an attraction so potent that I lose sight of why I'm in Monaco to begin with - to win the Monaco Gran Prix, to win a title, to become a racing legend. And if I'm not careful, I might lose something else entirely. Like my heart. Because Olivier Philippe is a royalty - a Prince, and he's never going to belong to me. Started: January 2025 Completed:

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀 I learned to survive before I ever learned to love. Men want me. Fear me. Worship me. I'm the woman they can't tame, the one who walks away first. But then there's 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. A devil in a custom suit. My enemy. My obsession. My biggest mistake. He doesn't just touch-he claims. Doesn't just fuck-he ruins. And when I let him in? He tears through my walls like they were never there. I should run. I should destroy him before he destroys me. But the problem is-I don't think I want to be saved. 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 She's a walking sin wrapped in danger. A woman built for breaking hearts, for leaving men on their knees. But not me. Never me. Because Cecylia Kawinski isn't just a challenge. She's a fucking addiction. Soft lips. Sharp tongue. A body made for worship-and war. She fights me like she wants to win, but baby, I don't lose. Not in the boardroom. Not in the streets. And definitely not in my bed. She thinks she can play me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Cecylia? She was mine before she even knew it. _ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

"Your mate will appear at twenty." Nathan Hemsworth waited years for that moment. For one person. Mikhail Ivanov. His best friend. His first love. The one he could never have. So when Nathan turns twenty and sees Mikhail walk in with his mate, smiling like nothing ever mattered, he finally lets go of a love he's held onto since childhood. He drinks. He smiles. He pretends he's fine. Until the string appears. A burning thread wraps around his wrist-tight, inescapable. And it doesn't lead to Mikhail. It leads somewhere else. Somewhere worse. Right beneath a half-open door. Valentino Ivanov. Mikhail's older brother. The man Nathan has always hated. The man who looks at him like he's a problem. The man fate has chosen for him. Now bound by a string he can't ignore-and refuses to accept-Nathan is faced with a cruel truth: What if destiny doesn't care who you love? What if it ties you to the one person you never wanted? And what happens when the more he tries to cut the string... ...the tighter it pulls?

Nineteen-year-old Sloane Vale has spent her life outrunning shadows-her mother's lies, her own silence, and the incident that shattered their relationship forever. Now, after her mother's fifth marriage, Sloane is dragged into a world she never asked to enter: high society, old money, and a secret circle of power that runs the city from behind masked galas and blood-soaked contracts. She shows up on a motorcycle, all leather, scars, and fake smiles-and immediately disrupts everything. Especially him. Her new stepbrother, West Callahan-cold, perfect, untouchable. And his friends: Jude, who smiles while he breaks things. Beckett, who hides his pain in brutal art. Rhys, who runs the society like a king with a golden noose. They're all older. They're all dangerous. And they're all bound to each other by secrets Sloane isn't supposed to know-or want. But Sloane doesn't follow rules. Not when they belong to the people who tried to bury her once. Not when every kiss tastes like defiance. Not when every lie she unravels brings her closer to the truth... and the boys who would burn the world to keep her. As their obsession turns deadly and their twisted society demands loyalty above love, Sloane has to decide: Will she destroy them from the inside out-or claim them as hers first?

Verena was only eleven when she got arrested for murdering her brother's best friend. She was sent to a psychiatric hospital for what was only supposed to be six months. Now at fourteen she has been released into her eldest brother's custody to the dismay of most of her brothers. No one knows why she killed her bothers best friend but no one seemed to care. She was labeled as crazed killer and was looked at like a monster. The dark puzzle starts to come together in ways her brothers never expected. But will Verena be consumed by her demons before the dark comes to light?