Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

Tyler is straight. He has a girlfriend. He's the campus golden boy. He's also my roommate. In public, he pretends I don't exist. In private, he watches me. Tracks me. Loses it when I come back late. He's terrified of what that means. So is everyone else. His girlfriend knows. His teammates are watching. His father-who stands at a pulpit every Sunday-is coming to town. And Tyler is running out of ways to disappear.

Everyone in the friend group has already received their classification. Everyone... except Ivan. At seventeen, almost eighteen, he's the youngest of them all, still living at home, still pretending he doesn't care about the test that will decide his future. He's the silly, bratty one of the group. Loud when he's nervous. Energetic when he's overwhelmed. Always ready to argue, tease, or stir up chaos just to avoid talking about what's really on his mind. December is getting closer. And so is his classification. Elijah, one of the caregivers in the group, has started noticing the signs. The small things. The way Ivan gets overtired. The way his emotions slip when he's overwhelmed. The way he looks for comfort without realizing he's doing it. Elijah doesn't want to scare him. Doesn't want to push. Doesn't want to label him before the system does. So instead, he watches. He steps in when he needs to. He makes sure Ivan is safe, even when the boy insists he doesn't need it. Because sometimes the scariest part isn't the classification itself. It's what it means. And Ivan isn't ready to face that yet.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ our ᴀʟʟ, Serenity. Serenity has always been a quiet child, even as she grew up. Knowing that she had someone to look out for her and always be there made her feel good. She remained close to Saint, whom she trusted would never leave her side, even if she had some issues. However, everything changed when she met Sincere at a club and started to develop strong feelings and an attachment to him. How will this relationship unfold, and how will Saint and Sincere react to this change? ⎯⎯⎯⟡ POLY ⟡⎯⎯⎯

(ORIGINAL VERSION: DISCONTINUED) (REWRITE: THE ACADEMY - posted on my account page) The Lavigne Academy for Boys is a fifty-year running school that has built quite the reputation. Mr. And Mrs. Cullen decided on their son's junior year that getting rid of him might be the best idea, and this was the perfect place to do so. Upon arriving at the school Emrys finds himself drawn in by the boys who attended. To his surprise he begins to quickly make friends. For a boy who has never really had any this was a shock. Still nothing could prepare him for two of the most popular boys in school. Qenan Fox has a bad reputation, but everybody loves him. He is the school's designated 'dealer'. His spunky, cocky, forward personality has Emrys on his knees. Atlas Lavigne is the son of the school's owner. Everyone in the school is intimidated by him. He mostly keeps to himself and has very few friends. Emrys isn't sure why Atlas has a soft spot for him, but he's captivated by it. To make it even harder on Emrys the two boys have past grudges against each other. This couldn't truly be that messy, could it?

"Is this right?" Aiden whispered, fingers trembling inside of me. "Tell me what to do." And then his teammate walked in. Ψ The first time Aiden Wilder touched me, he asked if he was doing it right. The second time, he begged me to teach him more. The third time, we weren't alone. Aiden is the NHL's #1 draft pick. Nineteen. Six-foot-one of raw talent and a contract worth millions. He's fast on the ice, awkward off it... and a virgin. I was hired to coach him through fame. Help him deal with the media, the fans, the pressure. Not teach him how to take off my clothes with shaking hands. Not guide his mouth between my thighs and whisper praise into his ear. Not fall for the way he moans like he means it. But then his teammate Luke Mitchell walked in-older, cockier, and definitely not as straight as everyone thinks. He saw what we were doing. He didn't walk away. He asked if we needed help. And Aiden? He said yes. Now there's three of us. No rules. No labels. No going back. But somewhere between the lessons, the touches, and the kisses we shouldn't have shared...someone caught feelings. And I'm scared it wasn't just one of them.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Maddox Connor a 16 year old girl who's sophomore at Denver East High in colorado. She's an aspiring basketball player at her schools team. Maddox has the classic IDGAF attitude, and to that player reputation. But is this all truly who she actually is? Mia Sharpe is a 17 year old junior also at Denver East High. She's bestfriends with Kyle(Maddox's older brother) who's the same age as she is. She is cheer captain and pretty much the most popular girl at school. She's a closeted lesbian, who just finds it hard to come out to anyone accept her bestie so she's hiding. Both girls have a rocky relationship due to their differences and they basically hate eachother because one doesn't respect the other and the other way. This story is +18 and it consists acts of sexual activity and many coursing words. English's not my mother language so please be understanding with mistakes that will be made.

(Warning: BDSM, Lesbian, Interracial and age gap love story, if you don't like that please leave kindly) When a young graceless, introvert artist, named Ashley Black lives in the busy city of New York is called for an assignment to paint a big spender, huge fashion brand designer; Eliza Robinson, one of the most richest women in all of New York. Ashley assumes Ms. Robinson is a snob and will have a boring time painting her for Ms. Robinson's portrait but no... Maybe it's not, maybe she actually does get to know Ms. Robinson instead of accusing her for what she think she is, and what is in the papers. Though, Eliza Robinson has her dark desires that Ashley is not so used to seeing. But also Eliza Robinson has a very dark scary past... And has been locked away, secured shut tight for years from others, Eliza suffers constantly every now and then. Will Eliza ever break out of her fear from her dark past? Maybe Ashley can help her find her light that glows within her, that has been hidden for quite sometime. Will they both break each other's barriers for the good of them both? May Ashley be exposed to a new style of her hidden inner desires and explore her sensuality that she's never knew? Who knows, right? Please enjoy this story.