•For Mature Audiences Only• Welcome to Lakeview's Summer Camp for the Undecider's, Ladies and Gentlemen! Hope you have a pleasurable stay. R-Rated.

Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on. But she's also always been the girl he loved. All his years have been Claire years.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, holding my cheek as she stroked her thumb. "Please." "I can't," I admitted, scrunching my brows. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologise," she said gently, her eyes moving to my lips. "You're doing so good." Theo Ferreira- full time student and part time tattoo artist. He's quiet, reserved and has no other interests besides completing his degree. Theo is focused, but his focus shifts when he meets a woman who brings out a side to him he didn't know existed. Nina Cantero- full time student and the occasional babysitter. She's curious and utterly bored with her abundantly bleak life. Nina seeks a new thrill, and sometimes that means fresh ink on her skin. What happens when her newfound craving leads her to a particular tattoo artist?

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

After Harriet was expelled from her school after an incident, she has no other option but to go to a boarding school meant for delinquence like herself. And when she meets her new roommate, Clayton, she knew that her year was going to be...interesting to say the least. __________ Harriet Miller has a pretty boring life. While other people her age were out doing god knows what, she was at home watching netflix. She's had a rough past and as a result, she keeps to herself. Clayton Hendrix. He's rude, he's hot and he doesn't give two shits. He does whatever he wants since no one has the guts to stop him since everyone either fears him or is in love with him. He doesnt like people and he has more secrets than he can count. In summary, he's your typical 'bad boy'. And when he first met Harriet he thought she was just going to be another person he gets to order around. But oh was he wrong. And he can't decide weither that annoys him or intrigues him. ____________ He laughs a bit before dragging him thumb over my lips. His thumb catches in my bottoms lip, dragging it down a bit as he looks into my eyes. "Oh Harriet" He chuckles. "You have no clue what you've just gotten yourself into". ______________ They say opposites attract. But what if they dont, and they just realise over time that they're not that different? ******** Im not good at writing descriptions. PLEASE read the TW before reading this book (Hendrix #1)

A man begins an affair with his sons' girlfriend. Through both of their points of view, the affair gradually progresses into something altogether different. When they realize they're falling in love will they stop? Or continue further into their affair despite their feelings? _____ [PREVIEW] You didn't have to come." "I know that." "So why did you?" "To tell you to stop calling me, to stop bothering me. I have a wife and I'm happily married." It sounds so stupid coming out of my mouth because I know that's a fucking lie... _____ WARNING: Contains strong and graphic sexual situations.

"best friend? you're not my fucking best friend. if you were my best friend you'd know that i've liked him for a while now!" i snap back. "i liked him first but i never told you because i knew you'd go after him but look. i didn't even have to tell you...you did it anyways!" WARNING: CURRENTLY EDITING!!! ✧˖°. most impressive rankings starting 2/7/21 ✧˖°. ✧ #1 in lust→ 2/7/21 ✧ #1 in teens→ 3/2/21 ✧ #2 in boyfriend→ 4/11/21 ✧ #1 in completed→ 4/25/21 ✧ #2 in boyfriend→ 11/18/21 ✧ #3 in boyfriend→ 3/6/22 ✧ #3 in forbidden→ 6/12/22 ✧ #5 in bestfriends→ 8/20/22 ✧ #7 in teens→ 8/27/23 ✧ #6 in teenromance→ 9/6/23 ✧ #1 in teenromance→ 10/10/23 ✧˖°. i've rewritten this book so many times but i was like 13 when i first wrote it so warningggg: teenage plot ✧˖°.

"𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚..." | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | ''You want to test mе Grace?'' he mumbled, moving dangerously close to me. I can smell his cologne on my skin, making me hold my breath as I stare at his cold green eyes, crashing my soul in two. ''Try me and I'll gladly fuck you in front of your precious brother, right here, right now and I'll enjoy every fucking second of it'' "It's up to you Grace'' he drawled with an amused tone ''Are you sure you want to play this game with me?'' • • • Started: 22 July 2021 Finished: 5 October 2022

Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers. She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy but not when her father orders security to follow her around twenty-four seven. Forbidding her from leaving the castle, from owning a phone or choosing her own clothes. Everly is branded as untameable by the Royal Family, notable for sabotaging every security guards chance at the job. Forcing them to quit due to her erratic and uncontrollable actions. The King decides to take action, hiring an ex-SAS soldier, Grayson Fox, who served in the British Army for four years to become Everly's security guard. Grayson is tough, cold and unsympathetic. Perfect for taming the Princess into royal shape. As Everly and Grayson grow closer, spending everyday together, Grayson soon discovers the dark and sinister secrets that are hiding within the Royal Family. Everly is anything but safe. 18+