18+| COMPLETE✔️ "Ali..." He sighed, his breath tickling the skin of Alison's neck. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty, how youthful she was. He then took his hand off her, suddenly aware of the line he had crossed. "This is wrong." He sighed, not looking at Alison. She could feel it in his heaving chest that he was battling his consciousness and his desire. She was fighting the same feelings. They both tried to resist, to rationalize, to not give into temptation. He was her teacher for goodness' sake, and if that wasn't enough, he was so much older than her. It was wrong in so many ways, and yet they couldn't seem to step away. "It feels right." Alison said boldly. She moved her lips to his, on her tiptoes. Dr Damon suddenly gripped her forearms, his face becoming tense and serious. "After weeks of annoying me, being a class clown, disturbing my lessons, embarrassing me in front of my colleagues, disrespecting me, you think you can just waltz into my office dressed like this, taunt me like this... You're a bad student Alison Bardot, you're a very bad girl." _____ It's said that a great teacher can shape and guide you. That couldn't be truer for Alison. Christopher Damon challenges her, sends her to hell and back, only for her to ask for more. She knows it's wrong, so wrong in so many ways, but she can't resist her young, mysterious, and magnetic Art History professor. _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed ⭐️ THIS STORY IS COMPLETE 💖Happy ending ⛔️ Please don't comment any spoilers! Started: June 6th 2021 Finished: February 7th 2022 Top Story Rankings: #1 in Artist - July 24th, 2023 #1 in Adult Fiction - February 19th, 2022 #1 in Adult Fiction again - October 4th, 2022 #1 in StudentTeacher - January 24th, 2022 #2 in Adult Themes - September 3rd, 2021 #3 in Submissive - April 10th, 2022 #3 in Artist - June 26th, 2022 #4 in Student - March 21st, 2022

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄'

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

"𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕐 ℍ𝔸𝕊 𝕊𝔼ℂℝ𝔼𝕋𝕊" - - - "My name is Hazel, but most people call me Ze. I'm from Melbourne, and love Taylor Swift." I cringe at my own words, and think back to a time where Fletcher was one of the only people calling me Ze. "Does anyone have questions for Miss. Bolivi?" Fletcher asks, and I hate the way my father's last name sounds on his lips. Lots of students raise their hands, and I feel overwhelmed. People actually want to learn something about me? "Yes, Miss. Abbott. Ask away," Fletcher says to one of the girls who is seated at a table at the front of the class, with other kids who all look bitchy like her. "Are you related to the Bolivi brothers?" Her disgustingly sweet voice pukes out. "My last name is Bailey," I say coldly, hating how that was her only query about me. - - - Hazel Bailey. She's your typical Australian teenage girl. From going out with friends every Friday night, to crushing on university boys. But what happens when this seemingly normal girl experiences the loss of her mother? Fearing that she's going to go into foster care, Hazel begins to stress, but she quickly discovers that she's not going to go into the system. Instead, her five older brothers have gained custody of her. The same five older brothers she never knew existed. Something about them seems off, and Hazel can't help acting wary. But they're not the only ones with secrets. Join Hazel in a journey of lies, love, attachment, and humor.

redamancy A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you. At the young age of 3, Valentina De Luca was kidnapped in the middle of the night. this broke the De Luca men, their one and only princess was kidnapped. they never stopped looking for her even whenctgey were told she had died. but what happens when 13 years later they receive a phone call claiming that they gave found their little princess alive? will she still be the same sweet innocent girl or will she be a cold ruthless one? what happens when a certain boy Starts to take interest in Valentina? read more to find out. This is my first book so grammar etc won't be the best! 1# found 3/27/22 1# long lost family 3/27/22 1# family secrets 4/4/22 1# familybusiness 4/21/22

[BLOOD AND BOND BOOK #1] 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." [𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐔𝐡. 𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. Isabella Fiore Celano was never treated nicely by the world. She was only 10, when she was sex trafficked by the Russian mafia. Since then, she was known as dead to her family. After 10 years, she is found again by childhood friend and Italian mafia Don, Alessio Giovanni Costello. Alessio takes Isabella under his care as a tribute to his close family friends. Now a mafia Don who has never know gentleness or care must learn to care for a precious girl in need of all those things. Will the sweet precious girl, bring the big bad mafia Don to his knees? Or will they be ripped apart before the chance of love ever exists? Started: October 20, 2021 Finish

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

"I need to teach you a lesson for defying me," Beau says, and in an instant, my leg on his thigh drops down beside his. He puts his other hand on my waist and lifts me off my chair. I land perfectly on him, and my eyes widen once I feel him against me. "Yes, darlin, you are the reason for it, and you are going to satisfy it tonight." "I'll do no such thing," "Oh, you will, and you are going to enjoy it" He places a kiss against my shoulder, and my eyes close as he begins to grind me against him. A moan escapes my lips, but Beau spanks my ass hard the second it does. "Don't moan out, darlin. You don't want anyone to hear us," he says, putting his hand into my dress and caressing my ass he spanked. "Do you?" he asks, kissing my neck and burying his head in my chest. I shake quietly as pleasure surges through my body from his hand and mouth on me. "Good girl" He begins to grind my hips faster against his hard length. ****** Delilah Stephen is a young architect trying to make it independently without Daddy's help. She is so close to achieving her goal when something unexpected happens. The investor meant to make her dreams a reality turns out to be someone Delilah wishes never to see again, Beau Williams. He is a handsome billionaire with a dangerous family. He broke Delilah's heart seven years ago and is now back to win her. Delilah passionately hates Beau, so he has his work cut out for him. She refuses to forget the past, but Beau doesn't give up. He will stop at nothing to make Delilah feel something for him after so many years. But for how long can he keep trying, and will he ever succeed? #1 - BWWM 01/23 #1 - blackwoman 7/22 #1 - sadlove #1 - lovehaterelationship #1 - secondchance #2 - lovehate #2 - lovestory #2 - eroticromance #2 - relationshipcomplicated #4 - DarkRomance #5 - Darklove #9 - billionaireromance (10/22) #8 - secondchance

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*