"You think I haven't noticed you before?" He asks, out of the blue, turning his head as he watches my facial expressions with amusement, leaning back into his chair, unbothered. I stare at him, trying to cover the shock displayed on my face, but he still caught my reaction, smirking. How could he have noticed me before? Does that mean he... knows? "When?" I ask, my voice trembling under his sharp gaze. "The first day of year 10. You had your hair out, with a cute little headband on. You also wore a pink hoodie with that short ass white skirt." He spoke, looking up at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember exactly what I wore on the first day of school. How could he have possibly remembered what I wore on the first day of school? It's been a year! "How did you?-" I begin to question but he cuts me off. "Who wouldn't remember a pretty thing like you? You're beautiful." ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Amelia Raven always had feelings for him. She always grew red as she watched him talking with his friends. Her feelings had grew and she wanted to get closer to him but never had the courage to. Asher Anderson always watched her every move, amusement glistening in his eyes as he watched her turn the corner to hide away from him. He began to grow interest in her and demanded the principle to set up tutoring sessions with her. From then on, his interest for her only grew. ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Silent Heartthrob by Heavenlyxn 🦢

Eden, a girl afraid of touch Logan, a boy who's love language is physical touch Eden Thorne never wanted the spotlight. Her art speaks for her-vivid, emotional, and deeply personal-but the world seems more interested in the mystery behind the brush than the work itself. One gallery show, one panic attack, and one stranger in the hallway are all it takes to unravel her carefully kept distance. Logan Kelly wasn't looking for anything-especially not in an art gallery. But something about the girl on the floor, and the raw honesty in her paintings, lingers longer than he expects. What follows isn't loud or obvious. It's quiet. Uncertain. Real.

When 17 year old Blair finally gets adopted into a loving family, nothing like her last one, dark, scary, torturous. Then she finally meets Alex her adoptive brothers best friend, well it's unusual because she's never had someone he so nice to her, especially not a guy. He's nice, sweet and even helps her when she's sick. She thinks she loves him, but does he love her? 17 year old Alex see's Blair for the first time, his whole world spins around. She is sunshine itself. She makes him want to decorate everything in bright colors just to make her happy, anything to make her happy. He loves her, but does she love him? What happens when rain and sunshine meet? A rainbow. All my pictures are from Pinterest!

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

- [ ] sun•shine: cheerfulness; happiness- What he made her feel and her to him. ˈDevin Jaylen-Rose Anderson, an impulsive liar and full of jokes; she's always up for an adventure. Marco Hernandez, subtle and kept to himself; leader of the Spanish Mafia. He set on a mission when a traitor is in his mafia, but it's more complex with a distraction. The story only really begins when when the mission is over. ••••••• I walk to his closet grabbing my 'hidden' bras "And stop stealing my bras!" "But your boobs are so pretty they don't deserve to be in captured by those evil things, I won't stand for it." He saids determined. "Then sit down." I stuff the bras into my suitcase. ••••••• Book One of the Beloved Series

╰┈➤ 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. ── ☾ 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍 sees others as an interference in his life, making his interest in having any social interaction with humans at the bottom of his schedule. Until he met Carson, that is. Killian never planned to be involved with someone like Carson. He hates everything about her, and more importantly, he hates that she gets in the way of his plans. But...maybe a change of plans isn't so bad? ☼ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓 thinks that getting into Columbia University was nothing short of a miracle for her. But she's survived for three years just fine. Now in her senior year, she's paired up for an assignment with a man who's the exact opposite of her. Cold, uninterested, and a stickler for his own rules. Carson is used to capturing the hearts of whomever she meets, but her partner becomes a new challenge that will be hard to beat. ── The Sun and Moon are planets that are never supposed to meet. Complete opposites, and yet, the Sun tends to pull the Moon along with its every move. Now that the Sun has seen that the Moon can be brighter with just a little bit of encouragement, the Sun takes on the quest of making the Moon its friend.

[BOOK 1] [NOT EDITED] ❝if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?❞ she had the perfect life, with ideal parents, loving family however that came to an end when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. at the pure age of nine, she started dealing with abuse. her father became an alcoholic and drug addict. she was bullied in school by multiple people but she never talked back. you can say she was under this illusion that she deserved everything she was getting because of her father. until one day. he never had the perfect life. his father is a complete piece of shit that he had to tolerate till this day. he spoke back and wouldn't take his shit anymore. the only reason he was still talking to his father was because of his mother and little sister. many traumatic things happened to him, which was the start of his anger issues. he didn't know if he could be tamed. he speaks rudely to her and she doesn't respond. ❝mine.❞

To the world, Genesis Fernandes is a ghost. In a family that values power and prestige, she is the "quiet disappointment"-the daughter ignored at dinner parties and forgotten in family portraits. But Genesis has a secret power: as a brilliant psychologist, she can read the darkest corners of the human mind. She knows exactly how to heal a heart, even if her own is covered in scars from years of neglect. Ekansh Malhotra doesn't have a heart to heal. He is the iron-fisted heir to the Malhotra empire, a man who rules the Mumbai underworld with a cold, blood-stained efficiency. He is the devil personified, a predator who has never known the meaning of the word mercy. Until he meets her. In the chaos of a high-stakes negotiation, the devil finally meets his match. While the rest of the world trembles at his feet, Genesis looks at Ekansh and sees the fractured boy beneath the monster. Now, the man who never bowed is suddenly at his limits. The ruthless mafia king, who burns cities to the ground on a whim, finds himself doing the unthinkable. He doesn't just want her; he needs her. In the boardroom, he is a tyrant. In the streets, he is a ghost. But in the quiet of her office, the devil finally kneels. Because for Ekansh Malhotra, the only thing more dangerous than his enemies is the woman who made his inner demons sit, behave, and beg for her touch. "Even the devil has a master, and mine happens to wear a saree and carry the weight of the world in her eyes." - Ekansh Malhotra

・❥・ Grace Johnson is finally free. New college, new life, new apartment... with her big brother and his best friend. Adam Carter. Tattooed, quiet & dangerously attractive. He used to see her as Gabriel's kid sister. Now he can't stop staring. She smells like vanilla, looks like trouble. And has no idea she's his new obsession. She's off-limits. But some things are impossible to resist. ・❥・

Fay Hemmings has a secret no one can know. She is fragile. A crybaby, a softy, weak. After spending her whole life sheltered from the world, she goes into college knowing nothing, but desperately trying to keep her past hidden. The outside world is a scary place, but as someone shakes up the walls she built, she wonders if she is as fragile as she thought she was. Noah Pierce is an outcast. Out of all the freshmen in college, he is the least likeable. Aside from his amazing looks, he was bitter and rude to the end. He was dangerous for a fragile girl like Fay. But when he takes an interest in the cute fairy-like girl, she can't seem to shake him off. But it turns out there is more to Noah Pierce than meets the eye, and Fay will find herself in the middle of a war bigger than anything she could've imagined. Trigger warning** There will be swearing as well as mentions of mental illness, assault, abuse and neglect. Read at your own risk So maybe the fragile girl might not be so fragile and the mean boy isn't so mean. What now? COMPLETE (Note: Unedited)