Hate was supposed to protect me. But it never did. The night August Hayes shattered my brother's skull, he shattered something in me, too. One year later, I'm not the girl I used to be. The girl who was naive enough to ever want him. Now, he's back on campus, clinging to his last chance. Mandatory therapy, or he doesn't graduate. And I'm the unlucky intern assigned to his case. He's violent. Dangerous. A walking reminder of all the damage done to my family. I'm supposed to help him manage his anger. But instead, I keep wanting to see what happens when he loses control. They say healing is supposed to be messy. But they never said it could feel like this. Hate was supposed to be easy. But it never is. Some scars you can't see. And there are some scars that you just can't stop touching. - Updates every Friday! Enemies to lovers Bad boy x good girl Dark sports romance Forced proximity Brother's enemy MMA Tensionnnn Forbidden Started: October 23, 2025 Finished: February 13, 2026

╰┈➤ 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. ── ☾ 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍 sees others as an interference in his life, making his interest in having any social interaction with humans at the bottom of his schedule. Until he met Carson, that is. Killian never planned to be involved with someone like Carson. He hates everything about her, and more importantly, he hates that she gets in the way of his plans. But...maybe a change of plans isn't so bad? ☼ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓 thinks that getting into Columbia University was nothing short of a miracle for her. But she's survived for three years just fine. Now in her senior year, she's paired up for an assignment with a man who's the exact opposite of her. Cold, uninterested, and a stickler for his own rules. Carson is used to capturing the hearts of whomever she meets, but her partner becomes a new challenge that will be hard to beat. ── The Sun and Moon are planets that are never supposed to meet. Complete opposites, and yet, the Sun tends to pull the Moon along with its every move. Now that the Sun has seen that the Moon can be brighter with just a little bit of encouragement, the Sun takes on the quest of making the Moon its friend.

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collection, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

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.

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.