𝐬𝐮𝐠·𝐚𝐫 /ˈ𝐒𝐇𝐨͝𝐨ɡə𝐫/ 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. Her lips were laced with sugar, and the moment he tasted them, he knew he'd never get clean again. Even in her sleep, he couldn't stay away. There was something about the sweetness of her breath, the way her lips parted like they were still whispering his name, even in dreams. She was warmth in a world that had gone cold. ༻༺ 𝐚·𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 /𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐳/ 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. He smelled of cigarettes and sorrow. The cloud that clung to him was as thick and heavy as his hollow stare. She saw him almost every day. Same seat, same order, always the sweets. Never a word. Never a glance that lingered too long. And yet she couldn't look away. There was something about him. Something burned down and is still smoldering. Like the silence after a fire, and she wanted it. Wanted him. The way some people crave what's bad for them, like his cigarettes. ----- Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

"How do I make you feel?" His fingers trailed over my thigh etching closer to the heat that hummed for him. "Nauseous" I lied He saw right through me,my very being was laid bare before him. "Such a pretty little liar" he leaned closer,the cool metal of his ring grazing my skin,I was soaked. He got up stretching slightly to reveal his lean tatted stomach and a hint of his briefs What a prick He knew I was watching,that asshole knew I couldn't tear my eyes away from the print He was hard for me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it,I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I yearned for him BWWM

" I can't get her out of my head she's everything I've ever wanted and everything I can't have " First she's the dancer and he's the audience Then he's the professor and she's the student Where will their relationship go next how will they navigate this strong attraction to each other will they be able to keep the line of professionalism or will it slowly start to blur? In private he's Ethan in public he's mr. Williams

You may think you know what obsession is. You don't. Aleksei Abramov has one problem he cannot eliminate-Aurora Sinclair. The world's most desired supermodel. Untouchable. Worshipped. Watched. He calls her moya kukla - my doll. Dark. Dangerous. Addictive.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

Willkommen. Bienvenue. Benvenuti. Bienvenidos. Welcome.** Come inside The Looking Glass. Mind the glitter on the floor, darling. I'd love to tell you it stays here, but it doesn't. It'll follow you home, turn up in your carpet months from now, and by then it'll already be far too late. Come closer. I've got a story for you. Actually, I've got several. Some are funny. Some still hurt. A few I'd rather pretend never happened... but then you'd miss all the interesting bits. My name is Ollie Ashford, although around here you'll hear Odette Divine far more often. They both answer to compliments. Only one answers to, *"Darling, your eyelash is falling off."* I've been called a hotel heir, a disappointment, a man in a dress, an artist, and a terrible influence. Usually all before lunch. Personally, I prefer *fabulous*, but we can't all have impeccable taste. Anyway... Where was I? Ah, yes. The story. It starts long before Cash wandered into my life. Long before Jude started asking questions I wasn't quite ready to answer. Long before I discovered that love has absolutely no respect for timing, common sense, or anyone else's plans. So, pour yourself a glass of champagne. Get comfortable. I'll tell you everything. Well... Almost everything. Now then... Where should we begin?

Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

Maya Smith, a senior just trying to make it through her last year of high school. But there's one thing or this one person Who makes it all a little more bearable: Owen Jones. He's smart, funny(in Maya's eyes), the co-captain of the football team, and off-limits. Why? Because he's her brother's best friend. They've known each other for years. Backyardrd barbecues, family movie nights, awkward small talk in the kitchen. But lately, Maya's feelings have changed. Ever since freshman year, her feelings started to grow for him. Yet she ignores them. Falling for your brother's best friend was never part of the plan. But neither was falling this hard. In the Process of editing

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.