Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

He Hates everyone . Hates everyone. Everyone . Everyone except. Her.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" IN WHICH, mason and rhea will always go back to each other, by any means necessary. -SUP3RM0D3L 2025

It's sicken . The overwhelming love , but you keep coming back . It pulls you in like a magnet refusing to let go . You run he chases . You leave he follows . You hide he finds . You cry he torments . It's an obsession you can't let go of . Can your heart handle it ? The sorrow The pain The love The guilt The beauty The ugly The light The darkness It's everything and more . It's like a drug , you can't stop using . You'd overdose from it and die happily. _______________________________________

𝑶𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 "𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚" 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆.

(This book does NOT include any scene involving it, but the word(s) r*pe/r*pist are mentioned more than once. If you cannot handle this, please do not read this story.) A lawyer down on his luck finally meets his beautiful neighbor who somehow knows the right things to say. Or maybe the wrong things... Either way, with her help and maybe even society's he makes the next steps towards bettering his life and others'. There's just the question of how far he'll go to ensure peace for himself and for the community. (18+ Warning: story contains smut scenes, physical violence, mentions but does not include sexual violence, and intense language)

❝ She wasn't the woman he came for. ❞ ────────────────────── Bianka Kavà has spent her entire life avoiding the world her family built. The world of blood. Power. And men like Remo Casovaiké. When Remo's men are ordered to abduct the daughter of a rival wealthy family, they return with the wrong woman. The niece. By the time they realize their mistake, Remo simply shrugs. "She'll do." Now Bianka is nothing more than collateral-a bargaining chip for a debt she never created. She hates him. He doesn't care. Until the woman he planned to use becomes the only person he can't bear to lose. Because in Remo's world... everything has a price. And he'll burn an empire before he lets anyone collect hers.

Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.