Sometimes the greatest risk is letting yourself be loved. ❤️ After heartbreak taught Jade that trust comes at a price, she swore off love for good. Then she met Isaac. Charming, persistent, and impossible to resist, Isaac slowly breaks down the walls Jade has spent years building around her heart. The more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings she's fought so hard to bury. But trusting him means risking everything. As their connection deepens, Jade must decide if she's willing to let go of the past-or keep holding out on the one man who might be worth the risk.

"Why do you want me?" "You want to know why I want you?" He exhales, like he's been holding this in for weeks. "I want you because I don't date for fun. I don't do temporary. I want you because when I think about marriage, your face is the only one there. I want you because if I ever have kids, I want them to have you as their mother. I want you because you're the love of my life." A beat. "And I want you because everything in me settles when you're with me."

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 Freya Everson doesn't do relationships. She likes control, fun, and hooking up with men who don't stay long enough to hurt her. After one too many emotionally unavailable disasters, she swore she'd never fall again. No commitments. No expectations. No weakness. Then she meets Jace Vaughn. Her best friend's cousin. Shy. Quiet. A so-called innocent nerd with an angel's face and eyes that linger a second too long on her body. He's not her type, but the more she teases him, pushes him, and tests him, the more she realizes something dangerous. Jace isn't as innocent as he looks. And for the first time, Freya isn't the one in control. What starts as a game turns into something far more consuming than a simple hookup. The question isn't whether Jace can handle Freya. It's whether Freya can handle falling for him. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1 She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck. "I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?" I looked into those deep grey eyes that I fell for. "Because I wouldn't have my wife sitting right next to me on that train ride." I answered truthfully. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ He has never met someone as mean as her. The glare on her face almost seemed permanent. The only words that fall out of her mouth are ones that will leave you tarnished and torn, making you second guess where you went wrong. Even worse, she never spoke, more like she grunted responses. When he first laid eyes on her, he fell in love with her tattoos, her attitude, her charm. He didn't understand why he kept coming back? He was intrigued with her. No matter what she said or did to him, he kept coming back. He was impatient but would wait for her. . . . She never understood how someone could keep a smile on their face everyday. The way he always kept a positive look on life. He never frowned. He was the flavour bubblegum that everyone wanted. The go-to ice cream flavour that you always get on a sunny day. That one summer vacation that you'll never forget. She hated his smile, his laugh, his eyes. She hated that she wanted to see that smile everyday. She hated that she couldn't stay away from him. She would happily set the world on fire but never let a flame touch him. ☔︎☔︎☔︎ All Rights Reserved 2022Ⓒsyriacax

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

sequel to R U S S O. Anastasia Bailey is in love, but not everyone is equipped to push through the downs of their relationship. Watching her boyfriend, Mateo Russo, make a lifelong dream of his come true while scoring a spot as a Raiders cheerleader herself, their lives were supposed to be easy. But it wasn't. *black female lead and latino male lead*

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Dove Murphy and Tate Ridley have hated each other since... forever. He's the tattooed, arrogant, bad tempered player with a body built for sin and a mouth made for making her crazy. She's the fiery, sharp-tongued nurse in training who makes his blood boil in all the worst (and best) ways. Too bad they share a friend group. Too bad they can't stay away from each other. And way too bad that one night turned into two... and then turned into something else entirely. They're not friends. They're not dating. They just can't stop touching each other. Until insults turn softer. Jokes start to sound like flirting. And hate starts to feel dangerously close to something else. They swore it was nothing. They were wrong.