"I hate you. I fucking hate you so much." He said and then pulled me in to kiss me harder. ~ Aaron and Aurelia are two extremely ambitious students. What happens when Aurelia gets in a relationship and jealousy boils in Aaron's veins? Highest rankings: #2 in Harvard #2 in University #1 in grumpyxgrumpy #1 in rivals #1 in competition

Scarlett Sovanna doesn't have time for nonsense-especially not the kind that wears a backwards cap and throws parties on Tuesday nights. As a dedicated ballerina at a top-tier arts college, her world revolves around perfect pirouettes, brutal rehearsals, and keeping her spot in the program. There's no room for distractions. Especially not him. Elliot Sinclair is college royalty-the star quarterback with a devil-may-care attitude and a line of admirers trailing behind him. He lives for the game, the thrill, and the spotlight. He and Scarlett couldn't be more different... except for one inconvenient truth: their families are practically intertwined. When Scarlett's dorm situation turns into a nightmare, the Sinclairs offer Elliot's guest room to her. Sharing a space with the person she finds most insufferable on campus? Not ideal. But as the walls come down, so do their assumptions about each other. What starts as chilly silence turns into heated banter. And somewhere between late-night talks and stolen glances, feelings develop. She's all discipline. He's all chaos. Together? They just might fall into something real.

{ "I'm not letting you go again." He whispered. "Good." I said. "Because I don't think that I would survive it." His hand gripped my jaw again, thumb brushing my cheek. My fingers twisted in his shirt. He tilted his head, deepened the kiss, and sneakily trailed his fingers under my dress and up my thigh. "I want these off." He whispered in my ear, pulling on the waistband of my underwear. "You want to go somewhere else?" I asked, biting my lip playfully. } Alice Sinclaire was on a roll. She had the 4.0 gpa, the bomb extracurriculars, and she was top of her class, right above..Noah Crest. Her sworn rival. They hated each others guts, simply due to the fact that they both had the same goal..Valedictorian. Only one person could become valedictorian though. What happens when her rival asks her a question she never would have expected. Is he serious..or is there a motive? 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺!! 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐿𝑈𝐷𝐸𝑆: •Sexual content •Alcohol consumption •Violence •Explicit Language Cheer Diva's is a series about the 2023-2024 Crestwood High School Cheerleading team and their experiences in life and love! 💕

What do you get when you cross privilege, daddy's money, and reckless teenagers? Brookside Academy. The school year home of old money rich kids from across the country, and the shining crown jewel of New England private schools. • Emerson Carmichael is the kind of girl you want to hate, but she makes it so difficult. She's gorgeous, witty, and the heir to one of the most well known American fortunes of all time. Brookside Academy is her favorite place to be, and as a senior this year, she wants to make the most of it. Bennett Sterling loves fast cars, expensive watches, and tailor-made suits. Him and his best friend William are the stars of Brookside's lacrosse team, but he's also been known to quote classic novels from time to time. A true renaissance man. He's charming, he's hot, and he just so happens to be Emerson's least favorite person. The two have been forced together since eighth grade when their best friends began dating. When you've been that close to someone for five years, tension is bound to grow. The only question is, what kind of tension is it?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

When Evelyn and her long-term enemy, star hockey captain Atlas, are forced to work together on a university media project, sparks fly as resisting their attraction becomes a far bigger challenge than their opposing opinions. Standalone in the Wellsfield University Series ***** Evelyn Hayes has hated Atlas Griffin, the golden boy of their university hockey team, since their very first conversation three years ago. To Evelyn, he's the womanizing, arrogant epitome of rich privilege and everything she despises. So when a university-funded media project for the hockey team throws her into Atlas' orbit, she fully expects them to be at each other's throats. What she doesn't expect is for the snarky comments and daring glares to turn into sparks of undeniable attraction. With Atlas' sights set on the NHL and Evelyn desperate to keep the media lead position she's worked so hard for, neither is interested in anything complicated. Soon, a heated one-night stand leads to an enemies-with-benefits hookup pact. But is either ready to face the consequences when the lines blur and strings start to get attached?

Who knew my new apartment would be the one beside my new boss. Not only that but turns out he is a incubus which explains all the sex. Damn it! I almost fed on my mate. I can't believe my cousin had her bound like that. I was so hungry as I hadn't fed because I had to stop the incubus invading her dream only to find out it's my cousin. Lucky for him or he would either be dead or maimed. She tasted like heaven... well at least what I imagen heaven would taste like. Well, the kiss anyway. The smell of her arousal nearly sent me overboard. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and eat her out until she came all over my face and then lick her clean. Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm surprise at my control. I stopped myself. Even though I wanted her I couldn't take her without her consent. First, I have to go feed. There is no other option. I'll call her and have her cancel all my appointments for today and tell her to stay home. No reason for her to work if I'm not there as today would mostly be meetings. I listen closely to my mate and her water turning off and her getting out of the shower. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.

Harper Williams has never been one to follow the rules, so it's no surprise she lands herself in a court-ordered delinquent bootcamp for two years trapped under Lieutenant Assholes ruling. He's unapproachable, unattainable and fucking hot. Rumour has it, he took a vow to not have intimate relations with any of the recruits. So what happens when she accidentally ends up sharing a shower with him? Will he break his vow, or will she just get into a lot of trouble for that? 🪖💎 Short story, no triggers. 💎🪖

i wonder are you wearing those underwear right now or have you placed them on your bedside like some sacred relic kneeling in front of them, hands folded, imagining me watching you? ♱ in the summer of 2004, a young girl gathers all her courage to attend a signing event and have a rockstar autograph her lacy lingerie. the rockstar leaves more than just a signature. A LITTLE WARNING; this story dives into dark and erotic themes, blending raw, intimate texting exchanges with flowing prose. if you're ready for something a bit intense and unfiltered, you're in the right place.