𝓐T NORTHSHORE high, there's a social order way more sacred than the pledge of allegiance. there are the jocks, the theater kids,the overachievers and then there are the plastics - the untouchable, unstoppable, perfectly lip-glossed rulers of the cafeteria. regina george sits at the center of it all, she doesn't walk, she struts followed by the soft clack of heels and the whispers of people who both hate her and want to be her. no one remembers when she became queen, only that she always was. and at north shore, what regina says goes. and then there's rodrick heffley. loud, messy, chronically late, and completely allergic to authority. he exists in the underbelly of north shore in the smoke of the parking lot, the scratched-up bathrooms, and the sticky floors of basement shows. no one in regina's world even knows his name, and if they do, they pretend not to.

Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old. Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows how to manipulate and finesse the world into his advantage. He's cruel and cunning, just one touch from him and you become addicted, his touch alone was sinister. So was looking in his eyes it was a meeting with death. A man with many demons and one of them is struggling with emotions something he lacks and can't understand. What happens when the season's changes and he thought he was suited for them? Summer takes an instant disliking to Kazimir controlling and possessive way's. He's a men with money and men with money comes with power. He has one rule and that's to keep a distance from a sin. Summer was an unholy sin and an unhealthy sinister obsession. He craves to consume Summer, bringing her to his mind and world of evil knowing she might not survive but that's just a risk he's willing to bet on. He always gets what he wants but these seasons have something else in mind. {UN EDITED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR THE MOMENT}

18+ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 ; the expression of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. i've memorized every detail of her face, down to the concave of her dimples, whenever she lit my world with that infectious smile of hers. i detailed every facial movement, every pore, on the canvas with prominence: the way her eyes glittered when she locked eyes with my girls; the slight out-of-place hairs and the long white strip split down the middle of her scalp; the glow of her glossed lips; the whiteness of her teeth; her golden hour deep-toned skin that was as thick and smooth as melted chocolate. she was a sight for sore eyes and the longer i spent watching her dance around my kitchen with my daughters and documenting the beauty of it-the art of it-the lighter i felt on earth, the stronger and rawer my emotions were and then it hit me. right there in my heart the moment she twirled and locked eyes with me, a smile so mind-melting, eyes so hypnotizing, and a laughter so melodious. i was in love. truly, utterly, and undeniably, in love with niara livingston. and shit was it the scariest most beautiful feeling ever. but i've spent too long denying and i was tired of holding back, holding us back. so without a moment's thought, i stood from the stool and mindlessly-leisurely-walked to the kitchen, taking my time to drink her all in, my beauty of realization and all that i've ever yearned in life. "daddy come dance with us!" lilah's voice sounded small, almost distant the closer i got to niara. "haze?" she expressed her confusion, turning down børns' 'electric love'. "ha-" my name barely left her lips before i placed mine over them and began creating the most beautiful art of all. the art of love. 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎: the nanny series #2 ©kenziexwrites all rights reserved. august 8th, 2023

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞]

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞]

𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

Nova is a impulsive, fiery, hard to forget girl. She runs hot and cold and has a hard time controlling her emotions. She's always been like that though, she's always been all over the place. But when she crosses paths with Rowan, who is a quiet gifted painter with heavy eyes and a steady hand... Something shifts. He doesn't just want her. He wants to understand her. What starts as an innocent offer to paint her face turns into paint stained skin, magnetic chemistry, and the kind of intimacy that scares them both. Nova's past still lingers, her ex won't let go, and she's never been anyone's muse, until now. But when temptation threatens to pull her back into old patterns, Nova finds herself having to choose to keep running, or experience love that feels like home. Rowan knows what he wants. The question is... can she let him have her? 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 that features softness, second chances and two lovers learning to create something beautiful together. novaxrowan

When two opposites attract

Seth Clearwater imprints on Diamond Hicks, having to follow her to Seattle where she attends University of Washington for track. While navigating around this newfound feeling to be the man his imprint needs, Seth struggles between his old self and the new. Diamond just isn't ready for something serious, struggling with her promise to lay down her career first and these confusing feelings that always linger back to Seth. ☆ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘-𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 ☆ 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗫 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗢𝗖 ☆ 𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀

"Though the only difference between you and Trey so far is that..." I lean by his ear to whisper. "I've fucked him before." I even kiss his ear just cause I love messing with him. He turns red but for a whole nother reason. "I know you're tryna get a reaction out of me and it's working." He says then leans by my ear. "But, baby guess what, I'll be deep inside you between your legs soon enough." His hand creep around my throat as he kisses my ear. "I'd love to see you choking on my dick." I gasp at his words. "I can't wait to hear you scream and chant my name as I fuck you into the bed." I bite my lip cause them hot flashes ain't no joke. "I'd love to have a taste of your sweet honey, devouring you." Damn butterflies. "I'm sure I'd fuck you better than Trey ever had and have you cum harder than you ever will." He pulls away from my ear to look me in the eye by my throat. "So you better stop playing with me." He lets me go roughly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It's the 70's and change is happening. Megan and Shawn are childhood best friends who grew up on different sides of the tracks. A love blooms between them, and things get complicated. A forbbiden love between best friends and races. A love so strong that hopefully not even society can take them down. (This book is still being written.) None of the pictures or videos are mine.