"O caos é apenas o início de uma nova ordem..." ────୨ৎ──── Cheryl e Eminem eram como água e óleo, sempre se repelindo, desde o dia em que seus caminhos se cruzaram naquele escritório, ambos criaram um duelo mental, onde suas discussões eram sempre acaloradas e quase impossíveis de serem evitadas. Mas e se nem tudo fosse como parece? E se ódio fosse sinônimo de um sentimento crescente dentro deles a qual ambos batalhavam para reprimir devido ao orgulho pessoal de cada um?... Suas auras contrárias poderiam acabar se alinhando em meio aquela nuvem de caos que pairava sobre eles. Cheryl, uma garota inocente e doce, e Eminem, um problemático do meio musical, ele poderia ser mais que isso para ela... Era improvável, mas não impossível... ────୨ৎ──── "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶..." +🔞

Qualquer pessoa ligada sobre as notícias de 2002 sabia que Eminem preferiria morrer ao estar perto de Christina Aguilera, e o mesmo com ela. A relação totalmente não amigável dos dois já é um fato, e todos podem ver isso, mas qualquer um também pode ver que há uma certa energia entre eles que nunca se apaga, que talvez possa ser ódio, mas um ódio que sempre dá um jeito de não deixar eles sairem da onde estão, um ódio que talvez possa ter outro significado. Ou talvez os dois só se odeiem mesmo. O que é fato, é que ainda os dois vão dar muita dor de cabeça um para o outro. (A maioria dos fatos apresentandos nessa ficção não tem relação com a vida real, personagem não reais serão incluídos, assim como eventos fictícios, entre outras coisas.) (Essa ficção pode conter, linguagem imprópria, conteúdo sexual explícito, substâncias ilícitas, gatilhos e etc...) Hashtags em alta: 1° #enemiestolovers 06/10/2024 🥇

Containment has been breached. ((LIMITED TIME READ AVAILABILITY)) "It's all in my head...i can't distinguish reality from this fantasy. maybe because in the end i'm the only monster here." A.C.O.R.N. Alien containment and origin research network. ACORN is a operation dedicated to the containment of objects and creatures that do not belong on earth. They have many facilities that house everything I'm from the simplest and harmless organisms to the most feral and bloodthirsty ones. Each facility is designed to keep the creatures and artifacts contained to keep the public safe, while also researching their mysteries and unlocking any secrets that the anomalies may hold. (STORY IS UNEDITED IM AWARE OF GRAMMER AND SPELLING MISTAKES) 😅 Ava is a young researcher living within bunker 34. A yellow class facility with a mildly dangerous organism known as Subject-59. When strange occurrences keep happening all around her and Ava is plagued by strange dreams, voices in her head and even hallucinations, she comes to the conclusion that subject-59 may not be as 'contained' as they think.

😈💋🥵Smut/Mature/18+🥵💋😈 His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as he watched her body shudder beneath him. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice thick with desire, "I didn't realize how fucking beautiful you looked when I was filling you..."

The first time Bryson Bernard walked into Halston Hall University, two girls dropped their coffees, one guy walked into a pole, and someone in the library moaned. I wish I was kidding. 𓍯 When Bryson Bernard transfers to Halston Hall, the entire campus changes overnight. With bedroom eyes, a perfect smile, and a body carved like sin itself, Bryson becomes an instant unhealthy obsession. Girls throw themselves at him. Guys bend over backwards to be him and his best-friend. Professors overlook the rules for him. Pretty privilege is full intact. But Brynn Winscott? She couldn't care less. She's too focused on her studies, until he takes a liking to her. And suddenly, the riot turns on her. The girls who once adored her now loathe her. The guys who tried to be his friend are now stalking her. The campus has turned on Brynn, and all because Bryson seems to want her. As the obsession intensifies, Brynn finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, hatred, and danger. And just when she thinks she can escape, she's pulled deeper into Bryson's world of twisted allure and destructive attention. [18+ Mature Warning] [Smut] [Mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc.]

"He was a smoker. She asked him why. He said it was his slow suicide." - REVIEWS: "Slow Suicide is one of the best books that I've read. A beautiful story of two strangers that befriend each other and it soon became love. Shows that you can brighten someone's day with just a simple greeting or maybe getting to know them. Cig and Rainy are a beautiful pair that brings light into the darkness and turns night into day with their love story." -@Kaybae1212 "A touching story of true love told through small, sweet encounters. So many twists and turns that you will never see coming. A beautiful and safe love story overall that will leave you in tears! (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)" -@Squirtle301 "Slow Suicide will make your emotions spin like the twists and turns of this story. Each chapter will make you wonder what will happen next. As a person who's not a fan of reading romance, this was definitely out of this world like no other. Filled with despair, romance, heartbreak, and twists, you would be questioning life even more. This is truly a must read. The author has truly captured my attention throughout the entire story, as every chapter is like a beautiful structure built in with the words that help me envision what love can evolve in." -@Hope-Mist - Book 1 in the "Pure Love Tales" series. Highest rank: #8 in Short Story.

Yes, you read that correctly-this is a story about people who worship d*cks. And a girl with no memory trapped in their world.

Jaxiel-her hot, married neighbor. Yes, she bought him. For a night. From his wife. "He's all yours," Livia said, tossing her curls like a bored queen. Heavily pregnant and smug, she strutted out of the bedroom like a proud pimp, not looking back. The door clicked shut. Silence. "This isn't the first time, is it?" Starr asked, her eyes locked on the shirtless man standing in front of her. His jeans hung loose on his hips, belt already undone. "No," Jaxiel said simply, a bitter laugh following his answer. He stepped closer-close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hand slid between her thighs, slow and certain, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her panties. "You're wet already?" She didn't respond. "Do you really like it?" she asked instead, voice steady, detached. That question stopped him. He blinked, like no one had ever dared ask him that before. Because no one had. Not Livia. Not the women. Not even himself. He didn't answer either. Then-he kissed her. No warning. No build-up. Just mouth on mouth, breath on breath. His fingers slipped past the fabric, inside her. She gasped against his lips, but didn't pull away. He explored her with slow, aching strokes-like he was trying to forget who he was. Who she was. What this was. For the first time, he wasn't just being used. And for the first time, she didn't feel like using.

Odessa's life had been sheltered while living by simple rules: no boys, no parties, no sinning. She never thought all those could be broken after meeting her devilishly attractive new neighbor. Santiago is cruel, ruthless, the very type of man that Odessa was warned of. He wasn't ordinary - he was the Don of the Mafia. Odessa wasn't supposed to like him, but she did. He never cared, until he met her. Santiago didn't care, he'd ruin her with pleasure. #4 Desire #1 Darkdesires #2 Sinful #2 Control #6 Devil #5 Age