Rhea Caldwell was cool, intelligent , and ambitious. She thought she had everything under control. Not in the casual sense, literally. Her life was shaped with precision: perfect grades, a carefully mapped-out future career, and a circle of not-so-perfect girlfriends she chose anyway. But there was one thing she couldn't figure out. One thing no amount of planning ever seemed to fix. Her sex life. Between law school prep and the pressure to always be the best, pleasure became a thing she gave up on...until temptation pushed her toward an unlikely solution, one that became even more complicated when her "godlike" academic rival offered to help. Cameron Pierson was as brilliant as he was unbearably narcissistic. Arrogant, charming, infuriating and dangerously attractive. He never belonged in her world, but somehow, he forcefully carved out a space in it anyway. And now with their friend groups mixing, he's closer than ever. She never planned to let him touch her but under the premise of one favor she does and everything shifts. ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒 ♛ 1 Teach Me, Tempt Me ❆ 2 Please Me, Tempt Me ☘︎ 3 Ruse Me, Tempt Me ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 ❥ profanity ❥ explicit sexual content ❥ alcohol consumption ❥ sensitive topics ❥ mild violence ❥ hard bdsm ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 #1 narcissism #1 golden boy #1 golden girl #rivals to lovers ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 2025/09/02 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 2025/ 11/12

There is a serial club killer on the loose, and Zane is next on the hit list. Being the owner of a club wasn't on Zane's agenda, but after finding success in the industry, he owns one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. When he starts to feel like he's being watched, strange things start to happen. Things he can't explain. When he finally meets the person who has been tormenting him for months on end, the last thing he was expecting was for them to be a woman-let alone a serial killer. Lia has an agenda. Kill everyone who had a part to play in her years of abuse. She's back and ready for vengeance and this time, she wants to play with her prey-the owner of Dark Suite. It's time to make Zane suffer. She's ready to play a game of cat and mouse to bring him to his knees so she can find peace within herself. But as she becomes closer to Zane-building an infatuation with him-she needs to stick to her plan of destroying him. Although when the truth finally comes out, she'll soon realise that not everything is as black and white as it seems. Tropes: Mafia/Millionaire/Billionaire Romance Enemies to Lovers Assassin FMC/ Soft Caring MMC Angst/Healing/Caretaking Fast Paced She stalks him Shameful mutual pining Both have tragic backstories Lots of spice (he has a pierced dick hehe)

Hallie cannot stand her new roommate-the arrogant brother of her bestie's fiancé. That is... until she learns they share some seriously kinky fantasies. Turns out bartending isn't Mikah's only skill. *** Mulligan Series: Book #2 This book CAN be read as a standalone. *** 🔞 Rated R • 18+ Only 🔥 Mature Sexual Content 🖕🏻Graphic Language Copyright 2022 © - All Rights Reserved. You do not have permission to use any written material, any character likenesses, or cover art from this story. Anyone found doing so will be reported and presented a DMCA. Appropriate action will be taken.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

[WARNING: This book has mature content in it, such as sexual content, violence and substance abuse. I suggest reading if you are 18 or older.] ▪•▪•▪ "You are mine, princesa," Gabriel muttered roughly into my ear, keeping my hands pinned beside my head to the wall. "On paper, you are mine. In contract, you are mine. In public, you are mine. No one else owns your body and soul like I do and they will never get the chance that I do." "I am not a trophy that you believe you have claim over because of that stupid contract, Gabriel," I snapped, my eyes trying their best not to flutter closed at the feeling of his warm breath on my neck. Gabriel smirked. "No, you're more than a trophy - you are my wife." He turned me around, picking me up so my legs would wrap around his hips. "So how about we stop fighting and you let me take you against this wall, sí?" ▪•▪•▪

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

"You're supposed to be dead." "And you're supposed to be the best assassin in the world." Celeste Dobrev and Nic Laurant are two of the most cold-hearted assassins in all of Italy. Wanting each other dead, Celeste finally gets her way when she stabs him and leaves him for dead. Or so she thought. Until three months later, when not only he is still alive, but is looking for her for revenge. The don offers her a plan after hearing Nic is still alive; make Nic Laurant fall in love with her by July 31st and kill him on that day, and he will tell her who killed her family 4 years ago. Having one month to make her biggest enemy fall in love with her, she starts her plan called The Art of Deception. But will it be enough to make a man that never feels anything, feel love? Deception can be dangerous. Especially when it wears nothing but high heels and Valentino lipstick.