|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

Michael Jackson and Lacey Reeves used to be inseperable childhood friends when they were younger. They both grew up together as children while their melophile families mostly focused on their interest into music. Lacey and Michael were also involved in the music industry, as Lacey participated in children musicals whereas Michael had already taken part of his role in the Jackson 5. Their friendship had certainly lasted for a pretty long time, which is truly a fortune. However, life slowly pulled them into different directions due to business and constant traveling. This then caused them to slowly drift apart with not even a proper 'goodbye'. Years passed and so did the development of their singing careers. At this point, Lacey and Michael had fully lost touch and had become complete strangers. Lacey still recognizes him, obviously since he's one of the most known entertainers in the world, but he doesn't quite remember Lacey at all anymore. Of course, she truly misses their friendship. But she knew that the chance of Michael recognizing her was almost as low as the chance of pigs growing wings and flying. Because of that, she knew that there was absolutely no possibility of her reuniting with him. Or is there?..

"I loved you, June. But I couldn't keep competing with a ghost." In the small town of Stowe, seventeen-year-old June is drowning in the shadow of her dead brother-until Aaron arrives. He's arrogant, infuriatingly observant, and has a dangerous knack for pulling her out of the dark. But their magnetic, fierce attraction isn't the only thing catching fire. Between the basement rock rehearsals and late-night graveyard run-ins, a dark truth is lurking. Because in this town, her brother's ghost isn't the only thing watching her from the shadows. The music stopped for a reason. Can you figure out why before the lights go out?

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

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)

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 ..... After Matteo Verrati kidnaps Aurora Moretto to save her life, they both agree that it would be safer for her to stay with him because of the threats to her life. Aurora didn't expect to find solace in him, Aurora didn't expect to fall for him and she surely didn't expect to go insane.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.