my dearest darling love,

Sequel to 'I Still Fucking hate you'. This story is set six months later. Second part of 'The Fucklust' series. ** Draco hadn't Forgotten about their previous encounter. Neither had Hermione. Can you really still resist someone who gave it to you that good? I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

[COMPLETED] I know this concept is a bit overdone but I promise to make it interesting. This takes place a few years after the war. Just to clarify, the story is better than the description. I suck at writing descriptions. Highest rankings: #1 in Hermione, #1 in Dramione, #1 in Kinsley, #1 in GinnyPotter, #6 in DracoMalfoy, #175 in Magic, and others but I keep forgetting to keep track

Two people pushed together by pressure from family members creates something deeper than they could ever imagine. draco malfoy post-war fanfiction

A mafia and childhood love story between Zeynep Letto and Halil Ibrahim Karasu....unfortunate events happened in their young years that caused 20 years seperation between them, and when they reunited, they became a powerful duo....

Miray Daner e Deniz Can Aktaş se conheceram nas gravações de Hudutsuz Sevda. A conexão foi imediata, a química era evidente, mas os limites eram claros. Miray pertencia a outra história; com o tempo, Deniz também. Ignorar o que surgia entre eles parecia mais simples do que enfrentar o significado daquilo. Era mais fácil chamar de confusão, de entrega artística, de algo que existia apenas entre ação e corte. Durante dois anos, trabalharam lado a lado sustentando um "e se?" nunca pronunciado. Guardaram o sentimento com cuidado, permitindo que ele respirasse apenas em cena, onde o que não podia ser vivido era transformado em arte. Meses após o fim da série, o destino insiste e o reencontro acontece. Agora, livres. Agora, possíveis. Entre a pessoa certa e o momento certo, eles decidem arriscar mesmo sabendo que amar fora do roteiro é muito mais complexo. A exposição da mídia, as diferenças de personalidade, as marcas da criação de cada um e as expectativas que não se alinham tornam o caminho tudo, menos fácil. Porque, às vezes, aquilo que mais aproxima também é o que mais distancia. Esta não é uma história de amor ideal. É um romance intenso sobre timing, escolhas e tudo aquilo que permanece quando o silêncio já não basta. Um amor imperfeito, construído aos poucos, nascido de uma faísca que nunca se apagou apenas esperou o instante certo para permanecer. E que pode iluminar tudo ou consumir o que tocar. Obra meramente ficcional.

"I see the way you look at me, I was hoping you would make a move first but you didn't" Noah pushed his body against mine "I'm disappointed." "Noah, what are you doing?" I was stuck, I couldn't move, I just sat there. "What does it look like?" He ran his hand up my thigh "Making the first move." He leans in slowly and kisses me on the lips. READ FOR MORE.

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE She can't stand the school's golden boy, but when fate keeps throwing them together, their rivalry starts to look a lot like chemistry-and suddenly they're not playing the game they thought they were. °•°•°•° Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men. They're manipulative and toxic-her lousy ex taught her that lesson well. Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arrogant, a playboy, and worshipped by everyone who meets him-except her. But he's also relentless, charming, and unfairly gorgeous. Their first meeting? Instant mutual hatred. Their second? Just as bad. Their third? Um... you see where I'm going with this. It's clear to everyone around them that they're not each other's biggest fans. But fate, or maybe some cosmic prank, keeps bringing them together-forcing them to learn more about each other. But like Hannah, Tristan has a dark past - he's just better at hiding it. Faced with an uncertain future, threats from an unknown assailant, and still trying to heal past wounds, both of them will have to learn to rely on each other. °•°•°•° Because I know you guys, there's smut in Chapters 29, 31, 34, Bonus #1, 37, 39, 49, 65, Bonus #3, and Bonus #5. °•°•°•° Enemies to Lovers College Football Romance Book 1 in the Campus Kings Series (Can be read as a Standalone) Mature +18 LOTS of character development.

God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦