Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

❝"𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞."❞ ꨄꨄꨄ "You are ruining me and my reputation right now," I mutter, relaxing slightly in his arms. "You think I want to ruin you?" he murmurs. His thumb traces the edge of my jaw, slow and deliberate. "Sunshine..." A crooked smile spreads across his face. "I already have." ꨄꨄꨄ Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid. Bruised knuckles, a temper no one can control, and eyes that don't just look at you-they warn you. People don't get close to him. And if they do, they don't leave without damage. I was never supposed to be one of them. My life is planned-perfect grades, a future in design, expectations I can't break. My father calls boys distractions, and Alec Donovan is the worst kind. I called him Angel once. As a joke. Because he showed up when he shouldn't have, ruined my night, saved my life-and looked like he regretted both. The nickname should have died right after that. It didn't. Not when he kisses me just to shut me up. Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong. Not when he looks at me like I'm something worth keeping. He doesn't ask. He takes-my space, my control, the life I thought I had planned. And the worst part? I don't stop him. Because when everything starts falling apart, he's there. Watching. Waiting. Protecting me in ways he never admits. Alec Donovan isn't a mistake. He's a warning. And the truth is- I'm not scared of him ruining me. I'm scared of how much I want him too.

Maya is friends with benefits with her ex. When she decides to move on, will he let her? -------- He straightens up, trying to mask his vulnerability as he sighs in frustration. 'Why do you think I kept you so close? I wasn't using you for your body, I can fuck any girl I want. If I knew you were ready for something again, I would've...' He pauses, breaking eye contact. In our silence, I finally understand why he couldn't let me go. He still loves me. How didn't I see this sooner? He did everything to stop me from moving on, it was so obvious. I need to put this right. -------- Read after being warned: Spicy parts (chapters marked with * (skippable scenes)) Strong language Violence There'll probably be more that'll trigger you, so don't read if you get triggered easily. New uploads every week! #1 FWB (05/2026) #1 Lies (02/2026) #1 FriendsWithBenefits (12/2025) #1 Toxic (12/2025)

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement (upcoming) explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

"𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼, 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?" - 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐 His dark and sexy demeanour tricks girls into falling onto their knees in-front of him. He likes being in charge, he 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 the power he has over others. don't be fooled by his beautiful face, behind all those beautiful lies is the ugly truth. - 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 Honest, truthful and full of love and care, a complete sweetheart, Bella knows how and when to stay away from danger, but how long can she stay away for? How opposite can they really be.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. "𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞." Lacy has almost everything she could ever want. Almost. Popularity, model-like looks, her best friend Bella. So why does it feel like her world is crumbling before her eyes when the notorious, hot nerd starts to tutor her and breaks down her walls. And why does she feel her walls breaking when he comes pouring in. She drifts through the halls like a ghost, caught somewhere between who she used to be and who she's afraid she's becoming. Ronan Concentino, quiet, steady, and unnoticed by choice, sees her in a way no one else does. As their paths keep crossing, two very different lives begin to collide in ways neither of them planned. 𝐌𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐲- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 In the heart of Dublin's most affluent district stands Concentino High, an elite institution where the world's wealthiest families send their heirs to secure their legacies. It is a place of unparalleled privilege, where opulence is the norm and students navigate a glittering world of luxury, power, and influence. From lavish parties in private estates to whispered secrets exchanged over lines of powder, the young elite live fast, wild, and unbound by the rules of ordinary life. At the center of it all is a close-knit group of friends, each grappling with the weight of their gilded existence. They appear to have everything: beauty, wealth, and influence. Yet beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect lives lies a dangerous undercurrent of decadence and denial. The intoxicating mix of excess and expectation begins to unravel when a single, shocking event exposes cracks in the foundation of their world.

Ariana Vanderlyn is fifteen, spoiled, and too pretty for her own good. Her parents work too much, her house is too big, and her summer plans consist of lounging poolside in pink swimsuits and cherry lip, bomb pops and sunglasses... until he shows up. Enzo Romano is seventeen, quiet, and definitely not here for her. Fresh off a plane from Italy, he's hired to clean her family's mansion in Palm Beach-pool, garden, glass, and all. He doesn't smile. He doesn't flirt. And he's definitely not supposed to notice the boss's bratty daughter with bedroom eyes and a bad habit of leaving messes. But Ariana has a crush. And Ariana doesn't play fair. 🎀