"Then, what was even the point of hiding, I don't get it!" "I knew you wouldn't, that's why I shouldn't have said yes from the start." "So end it. Tell me you never wish to see me and I'll never bother you again." A pain reflected in her brown eyes, that were already full of tears. "You know I won't." he whispered back, after an aching silence. "I love you Zoe." Or: Zoe thinks she's finally escaped her parents' disappointment when she arrives at the family's beach house, where she's supposed to meet her brother and have a fun summer away from noise. But what happens when Alec gets worried about school work and his not-so-secret crush Libby and instead sends Casper, his best friend and Zoe's crush since she was four? [friends to strangers to friends to lovers to friends with benefits to enemies to friends to enemies to lovers]

🖤 This is a dark romance! 🔪 He left seven years ago, my brother's best friend, the one who existed on the edges of my childhood like a shadow I never really looked at, and when he disappeared I barely noticed because he was never mine to miss. I was just a kid back then. His best friend's little sister. Nothing more. Now he's back, and everything is different. He came home to reclaim his throne, to remind this city who runs it, to step back into the life he abandoned. I didn't expect him to notice me. Didn't expect those hazel eyes to linger. Didn't expect to feel like prey every time he looked my way. When we "met" again a couple of weeks ago he spilled coffee all over my favorite hoodie and didn't apologize, just looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time, like something had shifted behind his eyes that I didn't understand. I hated him instantly. I still do. But when "gifts" started appearing in my apartment he was the one who showed up without me asking, the one who stayed when I needed someone, the one who looked at me and said, "say my name, all you have to do is say my name and I'll come." I don't trust him. I don't want him. I don't understand why my heart races every time he's near or why I feel safe in a way I haven't felt since I was a kid hiding from my father's voice. In his darkness I find light. In his violence I find peace. In his chaos I finally feel something other than the numbness I've worn for years. He's been watching me for two years. Following me. Learning me. Wanting me from the shadows while I went about my life completely unaware. He didn't notice me when I was a kid. Didn't see me until he came back to claim what was his. Now I'm the only thing he can see at all.

After a two year coma, she's back in school. Her friends feel distant. She thinks everyone is turning against her. But then he anchors her back to safety. Two different worlds and yet one uncompleted heart. When trouble knocks at both their doors, they need to team up-put their hatred aside. What dark things can surface when you chip away the new polish? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 Some mature themes.... like suicide and trauma.

My name is Babi, and my only goal in life was to retire early. I had the perfect plan: my gold Baby Boo dress, my Swarovski crystals, and that Victoria's Secret scent that makes everyone stop in their tracks. My target? My wealthy "Sugar Daddy." But gossip is an extreme sport. While trying to film a TikTok in the wrong place, my Chanel heels betrayed me, and the cliff became my runway to disaster. When I woke up on a beach, I thought: "Great, I survived and my makeup is still intact." I didn't count on the hit to the head, or waking up in chains in a filthy 1910 Scottish slave market. My expensive perfume now mixes with the smell of dirt, and my only hope for freedom has a name: Ares McLean. A tattooed redhead with icy blue eyes and the heir to a clan that doesn't accept strangers... much less a girl from the future who demands her skincare routine and refuses to get her shoes dirty. How did I go from hunting millionaires to being the "property" of a Scotsman who seems to hate me as much as he desires me?

"Will you give yourself to me, Rosamund?" he asked, his hand moving down to support my neck and tilt my head up, his lips fanning over mine. "Yes, your Majesty," I breathed out. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Graceful, humble, pure, That is what Rosamond Bramwick was raised to be. Dutiful, obedient... silent. Always do what she is told, endure, even in hardships. Endure. even when faced with the most cruel people. Meek and at the mercy of men. Just be pretty and have a fertile womb and nothing more. Useless but beautiful. But beauty is a hundred times lethal if one knows how to use it. And how far will she fall to protect what she loves. "When he bends to my will, the rest will follow" ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Warning: This story is for 18+ readers for its sexual content, strong language, and violence. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Updates every Monday and Thursday ● Published on: 09/06/2024 ● Finished on: