Four years. Four years since Elliot Kane left the country, leaving behind the laughter, the chaos, and the way he made the world feel lighter-like nothing could touch us. I told myself I didn't care. I told myself I'd moved on. And yet, seeing him now, standing in our family's living room proved how wrong I was. "Sasha! Come down, you have to see this!" my brother, Julian Moreau, called from below, his voice full of excitement. I hesitated for a moment, my heart stuttering, before taking the marble steps. My parents, Alexander and Celeste Moreau, were greeting his parents, smiling warmly. But it wasn't them who drew my attention first. There he was. Elliot Kane, casual yet confident, leaning against the edge of the table, his eyes sweeping the room like he owned none of it, yet belonged anywhere else. Beside him stood Liana Kane, his sister, radiant and poised as ever, laughing at something he said. "Braces," I said instinctively, smirking. The nickname had stuck back in our high school days. "Glasses," he replied, his grin widening. Four years apart, and it was as if no time had passed at all. Liana hurried over, hugging me tightly. "Sasha! I can't believe it's really you. It's been ages!" "I know," I replied, hugging her back. "So much has happened..." Across the room, Julian and Elliot were already at it-shoulder bumps, laughing between the secrets they share like old times. "You've been away too long, Kane," Julian said, ruffling Elliot's hair. "And you've gotten even taller," Elliot shot back, nudging him with that same easy confidence that made him infuriating and charming all at once. And yet, beneath all the laughter, beneath the familiarity, there was a thread of something unsaid between Elliot and me. A memory only the three of us shared, a secret that had stayed with us even through years and distance. Four years had changed him. And it was painfully clear... I'd changed too.

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

When Raven agrees to help sheltered Cassian complete his list of firsts in exchange for cash, it's strictly business-until their deal ignites an undeniable chemistry neither of them saw coming. *** After making a deal to finish her last year at Briarwood Academy in exchange for a shot at her dream job, 18 year old Raven Castillo has one mission: graduate and get out. No fights. No distractions. No complications. Cassian Hawthorne has spent his life buried in books, sheltered by his overprotective parents. But with college looming, he's ready to change that. He has a list of firsts to complete, and the unbothered new girl seems like the perfect person to help him. *** She needs the cash. He needs the experience. It's just business... until addictive kisses, lingering touches, and stolen glances make it anything but. What happens when their deal turns into something neither of them can control? Will they allow these sparks to fly, or will their personalities be far too different to carry on? ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirl #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in plottwist #1 in forbiddenlove #1 in bucketlist #2 in steamy #2 in lovestory #3 in teenromance

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Not enemies Not lovers Just strangers with some memories. *** To put it simple, Lewis Henderson, the boy who has his life planned out, hates Weston Griffin, their school's biggest playboy for their unspoken past together. Now they're in their last year of highschool and their relationship hasn't gotten any better. But what happens when a highschool party, a few cups of beer, and a not-so-innocent kiss is the reason both boys have been thrown into a world of twisted desires. And what's worst is Lewis has none of this planned out. Warning - Sexual content, mature language, and homophobic content. Chapters with smut have a warning at the beginning.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never gotten along as kids. But this time, the tension feels different. Hungrier. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is not just risky, it's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer

- For anyone who's ever faked their smile, one too many times.- I stand there in the middle of the grey room, my hands are shaking, my head is spinning, and my body moves on its own. I did it. I finally did what he deserved. But it doesn't matter. Not anymore, not when I've lost her. Mom's gone. I saw the bullet go right through her head, splitting through her skin and skull. I watched as her brain spilled out to the ground. I watched her body fall, eyes dead and unmoving. I closed them for her, while Agnes cried. Yet, I stand there, gun in hand, blood dripping from my small fingers, clothes bloodied. Ah, Mum would scold me if she saw I got my clothes dirty, but she's not here to do that anymore. His body lies there utterly still. Bullets go wildly in his face, one through his cheek, another through his mouth, another between his eyes. Good. He's dead. My name is Aurelia Asherford, and my biggest weapon is my smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We wear our masks, hiding the blood that stains our souls.🩸🔪❤️ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

this story's going to touch on some pretty heavy stuff - grief, child loss, cancer, mental health, and assault - so please take care while reading. it's about three sisters (triplets) figuring out how to live with everything that's happened to them, and everything still falling apart around them. there's going to be love, heartbreak, toxic relationships, some family chaos - but also softness and healing where they can find it. writing's always been a dream of mine, but I've had a hard time fully committing to it. i want to use this space to write freely, share something that matters to me, and hopefully get some helpful feedback along the way. ❤️‍🩹 thanks for reading if you're here. i really mean that. credits for art @ohsvgar on pinterest 💛

Adrian Calloway is precision, cold logic, and walls you don't break through. Ella Torres is chaos in color - wild curls, sharp wit, and a gaze that sees too much. In a world where both are defined by the names they carry, neither expected a stranger to feel like gravity. Adrian hides behind chemical equations, carving his own path away from a family of empire builders. Ella drowns in color to avoid becoming a shadow of the artists who came before her. Then, one autumn afternoon in a quiet café, Ella walked in, searching for caffeine - and found Adrian. She didn't know why she crossed the room. And for the first time in years, he didn't know why he looked up. Maybe some collisions are inevitable. New chapters every 5-7 days! 💕 #1 Engineering - 1/05/2025 #1 Studious - 15/05/2025 #11 College Romance - 15/08/2025 #13 Grumpy x Sunshine - 7/07/2025

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