He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

Ace Draxler is the king of the underground a brutal bare knuckle boxer and the head of a high stakes illegal gambling and "logistics" empire. He lives by a code of cold steel, accompanied only by his best friend Arlo and his fiercely protective Doberman, Zellan. Ace has no room for distractions, especially the kind that come in high heels. Xilya Nyx is a woman living a dangerous double life. By day, she's a brilliant, exhausted pre-med student fighting to escape her past through textbooks and high grades. By night, she is the star attraction at The Boudoir Bliss, a stripper who uses the club's neon haze to fund her expensive dreams. But in a world of illegal rings and blood money, falling in love isn't just a distraction, it's a death sentence. What happens when desire becomes a sin? ************************************************** "Is your heart rate up yet, doctor?" he murmured against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Ace... please," I managed to choke out, my head tossing back against the pillows. "Please what?" he challenged, looking up at me with a predatory smirk, his thumb circling a spot that made my vision blur. "You wanted to be a partner, Xilya. Partners share everything. Including the way you look when I finally break that 'no touching' rule for good."

Hiii! First time writing a book. Btw there are just a few chapters cuz idk if it's good so if you like it please tell me, Giovani Roberto Hildalgo-24, last year of college, professional boxer and future CEO. He lives by rules, precision, and restraint - until obsession blurs the line between protection and possession. Darling Ravanelli-19, first year of college, sweet petite girl that loves reading and everything that's pink. She believes in safety, love, and small comforts - unaware that she has already become someone's obsession. Preview: "C'mon doll, speak to me, I need to hear your pretty voice " He said softly. "Why do you call me that?" I asked shyly "Cuz you're pretty as one, and your cheeks turn red every time I say it" He said calmly while smirking at my lips. "You still haven't responded to my question, doe, do you like my tattoos?" "They look interesting... but I think they hurt a lot" I whispered looking down, plying with my fingers. "I bet it will feel sweet when I get your name tattooed on, cant wait for you to be trapped on my body forever, doll"

A story where Celeste Moreno ballerina met a boxer, Jace Callahan, a tall, broad-shouldered fighter with rough hands and soft eyes that only melt for her. With a powerful presence and quiet strength, he looks intimidating in the ring but becomes pure warmth when she's in his arms. He's protective, fiercely loyal, and can't keep his hands or eyes off the woman he loves. She's all grace and fire-a stunning ballerina with expressive eyes, delicate features, and a fierce little attitude that keeps him on his toes. She moves like poetry, soft and ethereal on stage, but off it, she's sass and devoted to what she does. A love at first sight story behind this attitude, there was a broken little girl back then that never showed her weakness, abandoned by her parents, raised by her aunt and learned to be independent and conquer herself. If you like how the story's going, leave a comment under the chapter so I'll know your appreciation. Votes and opinions are always welcome.⭐️

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

Sixteen year old Aurora Lark didn't expect for everything to change, having to move to a new town and start a new school her senior year she feels completely out of her depth. She's always had a hard time making friends, she's shy and a little awkward but her luck changes when her first day at her new school she befriends Ivy Davis.

AGE GAP ------ 18+ "You're making bracelets," I say, as though it's the most incriminating thing in the world. She groans again, turning her back to me as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest. "So what? I wasn't tired." "It's nearly midnight," I reply. "And you have school in the morning." She doesn't move, but I catch the way her shoulders hunch tighter, her voice muffled as she mutters, "What are you, my dad now?" Dad. Daddy- I exhale a quiet breath, brushing a hand through my hair. "Hardly." Silence again, but not an uncomfortable one. Her room smells faintly of salt and lavender, and I can just make out the soft fringe of her hair spilling across the pillow as she stubbornly keeps her back turned to me. "What were you planning to do, anyway?" I ask, nodding at the shells. "Make a bracelet for every single person in this town?" "Maybe," she shoots back, but I can hear the faint pout in her voice. I crouch beside her bed, levelling myself just below where she lies. "Sadie." She finally rolls onto her back, blinking up at me with bleary eyes. Her hair is a wild mess around her face, her bottom lip pushed out ever so slightly as she glares at me like an unruly child who's been caught. "Go to sleep," I say gently. "Make me." _____________________ Sadie Harper: 17-year-old school girl with a playful and carefree attitude. Victor Hale: The enigmatic 34-year-old newcomer to their coastal town, stirring emotions she doesn't fully understand.

Kasia Fox has a weakness for guys who play sports. When a group of football players walk into the party she is attending and her friends bet that she won't be able to get with each of them, she takes the challenge happily. CW: 18+, mature content, NSFW, mentions of partying, alcohol consumption, some religious imagery/blasphemy

I had changed. Three years had passed, and I was different now. But then I met her. And suddenly, I was terrified-terrified that if I let myself fall for her, I'd become the monster I once was. The only thing that truly scared me... Was the man I used to be. - Zayn Banks Sequel to Ethereally.