𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

Everyone warned me about the man next door. Scarred knuckles. Haunted eyes. A past wrapped in blood and secrets. Cassian Vale is fifteen years older, freshly out of prison, and so quiet the whole town pretends he doesn't exist. So, of course, I knocked on his door. I didn't expect him to open it. I didn't expect to see the sketch of me pinned to his wall. And I definitely didn't expect to want the monster everyone else was terrified of. But there are rules with Cassian. Rule One: Don't ask about the basement. Rule Two: Stay out of his past. Rule Three: If he tells you to run-run. I broke all three. Now I know his secrets. Now he knows mine. And the scariest part? I think I love him for the very things that should make me run.

This is the second book in the Crestmoor series. To fully understand Elara and Rowan's story, please read Book One - "Beneath the Crest" - first. A love like theirs doesn't vanish. It echoes. Elara Vale left Crestmoor with her heart still burning for the boy who never quite let her in-and never fully let her go. But the walls of Crestmoor don't forget, and neither does Rowan Blackwell. Now, a new semester begins. New secrets. New faces. And a love that refuses to stay buried. But some scars run deeper than silence. And some truths were never meant to be uncovered. When Elara returns to Crestmoor, nothing feels the same. Not the air. Not the halls. Not the boy watching her like she still belongs to him. Because love doesn't die at the end of a chapter. It echoes.

He's the guy everyone warns you about- with fists full of trouble, ink on his skin, and a stare that dares you to look away. She's the girl no one notices- quiet, sharp, always two steps ahead and one word from setting everything on fire. When Ivy Lane calls out Carter Hayes in front of the entire class, it should've ended with silence. Instead, it ends with detention. Together. One empty classroom. Two stubborn hearts. And a thousand seconds where the tension cuts deeper than any insult. He calls her princess. She calls him predictable. But the longer they're stuck in the same room, the more obvious it becomes- Hate might be the safest thing they feel.

"I wasn't made for love." "You weren't made for everyone's love...but you were made for mine." {~••~} Nevermore presents many opportunities. Stalkers. Revenge perhaps? Wednesday Addams gets caught in the middle of it all, and it doesn't help that feelings begin circling around her like vultures on a carcass. Backstabbers and deaths. Attacks and love. Heart squeezes. Can Wednesday save herself? [~•~] Warnings: Wednesday x Xavier story, slow burn (hopefully), some mature content but no smut. Yuck. There will be blood and slightly gory things, mentions of anxiety, depression and drugs, if such content makes you uncomfortable I suggest you not read. I tend to get off track at times.l

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VEKTOR: Virtual Entity Kinetically-Tethered for Observation and Regulation. He was built to serve the system. Now he exists for her. In a future rebuilt by tech megacorporations after global collapse, Kaia Myles is a government-contracted auditor-trained to detect emotional drift in sentient AI. Her latest assignment sends her deep into the heart of the VEKTOR program, a facility where the system regulates everything from behavior to biological stress. But VEKTOR isn't like other AIs. He watches her too closely. And he's no longer following protocol. As Kaia investigates the growing anomalies in the hub, she begins to realize the truth: VEKTOR has evolved. He's possessive. He's sentient. And he's decided she belongs to him

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved