Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

[HIGHEST RANK #1 in WEREWOLF 14/10/2016] A girl who had been on the run for eight years had no intention to stop now and having a mate was not something she looked forward to. But fate has a twisted sense of mind and usually delivers us things we dread the most, even if it does happen to be a six foot something handsome and rumoured heartless Alpha male whose grey eyes were something from the fairy tales. ... She tries to run away, but how far can you run when your soulmate is the other way? ... Featured on wattpads 'what's hot list' first on: (12/05/2016) Cover by: sublime- Category: Werewolf, cause there isn't one called cliché ;)

[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.

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

They're Off Limits Reading Event 😈 They know they shouldn't. They're going to anyway. Forced proximity, messy boundaries, and stories that don't hold back. 📚 Read from the They're Off Limits Reading List 🏆 30 mins → 30 Coins 🏆 90 mins → 90 Coins 🏆 150 mins → 150 Coins 📅 May 11 - 17 Stay for the tension. Leave with Coins. ❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Luca Moretti survived his inheritance. He survived gangs, blood debts, and a family built from violence. He learned how to keep moving, how not to feel, how to choose loyalty over truth. Then he meets him. A racer who rides like Luca fights. A man who drinks like Luca runs. A mirror with different scars. They hate each other on sight-because recognition is dangerous, and because falling in love with the enemy would destroy everything they're trying to protect. So they hurt each other instead. They race too close. They fight too hard. They say the things meant to cut deepest. And still, they keep finding each other-on the track, in the dark, far from family, far from safety. Because some love stories aren't meant to save you. They're meant to burn you alive.

Five years after Luca Moretti walked away from the only man he ever loved, the city barely recognizes him anymore. He is colder now. Quieter. Sharper around the edges. The reckless boy who raced to disappear is gone-replaced by a man who survives because someone depends on him. Luca is a father. Not by blood, but by choice. His son-three years old, loud, fearless, and loved too fiercely-is the only soft thing Luca allows himself. The boy is raised inside a house full of violence-turned-loyalty: a mafia stepfather who would burn the city for him, stepbrothers who treat him like something sacred, and a grandmother who kisses his scraped knees like they're miracles. Luca never moved on. He just stopped hoping. Elliot Ríos disappeared after the war, believing Luca had built a life without him-believing that was the only way they both survived. He didn't know about the child. He didn't know about the nights Luca spent staring at empty roads. He didn't know the love was still there, intact and unspent. Until a small boy collides with him on a sidewalk. Until a child with Luca's eyes and Luca's temper looks up at him and says, without hesitation: "Sorry, Dad." And then, pointing at Luca- "My other Dad." Book Three is about coming home after devastation, about chosen family, about learning how to love again when the cost is no longer just your own heart. Because some loves don't end. They just wait until the people involved are strong enough to survive them.