DISCLAIMER: 🔞This story contains mature themes, including sexual content and nudity. It is intended for readers 18+ only., and mentions of weapons (g*ns) Please read at your own discretion. If you're uncomfortable with these topics, feel free to skip or choose a different story. Your comfort matters! Growing up in the shadows of the rink, Y/N has always followed the rules-especially with a legendary coach for a father. But everything changes when Park Sunghoon joins the team: a gifted skater with a sharp tongue, a bad attitude, and a rebellious streak that drives Coach up the wall. He's trouble, and Y/N knows it. But trouble has never looked this good. Caught between loyalty to her dad and the thrill of forbidden love, Y/N finds herself sneaking through locker rooms, sharing heated glances during drills, and stealing kisses behind closed doors. As tensions rise on and off the ice, the stakes grow higher-and one wrong move could shatter everything. In a world of strict discipline and sharp blades, can love really stay hidden in the backrooms?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

Female. 19 years old. Jujutsu sorcerer. Cursed tools user. You, Yuji, Nobara and Megumi are best friends with each other. One day you decided to sneak out for a little walk in the middle of the night alone.. It was your biggest mistake. - huge age gap - abuse - psycho -strong language - (MAYBE) sexual content I didn't decide yet if I should add sexual content or not, we will see. ‼️English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes in the story‼️

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."