Serenity has spent nineteen years surviving on her own. No family. No safety net. No reason to trust anyone. Then a school DNA project changes everything. Billionaire lawyer Damian Blackwood discovers he has a daughter he never knew existed, and suddenly Serenity finds herself thrown into a world of luxury, family dinners, and people who care a little too much. She doesn't want a father. She definitely doesn't want siblings. And she absolutely doesn't want to live in a giant mansion with people who keep trying to love her. Unfortunately, nobody seems interested in her opinion. Between an overprotective family, a ridiculously handsome family friend, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Serenity is about to learn that sometimes the hardest thing isn't surviving alone. It's letting people stay.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

"I think we should stick to a professional relationship, clearly this friendship isn't doing us good." "I don't think I can do that." We were in a crowded room but his soft words never failed to reach me. "Why not?" His hands clenched at his side almost like he wanted to touch me but he held himself back clenching his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because not once did I ever see you as a friend Ellanore." "You said all you wanted was my time- what about that does not insinuate a friendship?" I questioned him. "If I clarify what I meant then it will all be over." His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Not talking to you for 4 days was torturous as is, I don't think I can do forever." There it was, that tickle in my chest. That uncomfortable and suffocating feeling that honestly scares me more than it should. I lower my gaze because one more second of me staring into those eyes might lead me to make even more mistakes than I already have. "I'm sorry for putting you through that, Alecsandr." "If you're sorry-" He took another step closer, almost scaring my feet to retreat to safer grounds. "Then stop avoiding me Ella." ------------------------------------------------------------ Ellanore Presley has her sights set on making Partner at Dane's & Partners and claiming her rightful place at her family's table. But when her client, the enigmatic and irresistibly charming Alecsandar Balenski, keeps inventing reasons to be in her presence, she finds herself in a battle of will, torn between professional ethics and the captivating pull of his intense gazes. Published: July 31 2025 Completed: November 10 2025.

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

Leonie Waldorf and Ian James hate each other. Not dislike. not barley tolerate. Hate. When he's needs a tutor and she's needs to make her ex jealous they make a deal. It doesn't take long for them to realize what they really want. Each other. But are they willing to sacrifice everything.

Caleb Grimaldi is addicted to porn. What started as escape has become a compulsive cycle he can't break. In front of the world, he's the golden arm of BBU baseball and the undisputed frat king of Delta Sigma, but behind closed doors, he's unraveling. Until she shows up. Brianna Pruitt is perfection incarnate-perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect outfits. She never lets anyone see her without armor. Ever. A last-minute housing error throws her into her worst nightmare: living in the Delta Sig fraternity house, surrounded by baseball players. And worst of all-Caleb Grimaldi, the dangerously magnetic pitcher across the hall. Brianna was never supposed to see him this close. And Caleb was never supposed to feel seen at all. But Brianna isn't the only girl tied to Caleb's life. Ayla Hurst has been woven into Caleb's world for as long as either of them can remember. Their bond is intense, complicated, and built on years of shared secrets no one else knows. One girl represents his past. One girl threatens his future. As Caleb's addiction tightens its grip and the lines between desire, intimacy, and escape blur, he's forced to confront a question he's avoiding: Will he choose the girl who's always been there... or the girl who sees right through him? ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

~MATURE CONTENT WARNING~ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ One plan. One mission. There was no room for mistakes, and the slightest error could only mean death. But she was ready. It was simple. Get in, (brutally) murder one man and get out, expeditiously. Lola Summers knew exactly what she had to do. It was a task she spent the better quarter of her life preparing for. It was her life's goal. And she would stop at nothing to achieve that goal... even if it involved taking a calulated risk in the heat of the moment. Initially...Lola knew that taking risks, even if it helped her goal, was self sabotage. Overlooking those risks would be disastrous, and being unprepared for anything was suicide. In the heat of that moment, Lola hadn't for once considered any outside intrusion. She hadn't fully prepared for being seen, and most importantly, she wasn't prepared for being caught. More specifically... being caught by a man who had hesitated to kill her on the spot for what she'd done. A very strange man who made her shiver at the slightest touch and could disarm her with one penetrative gaze. A very peculiar man who wasn't very interested in letting her go either.