After the tragic death of Hannah and beth, Josh decided to invite everybody back to the Blackwood Pines lodge on Mount Washington for their annual winter getaway. It's your first time joining the group of friends, being the stepsister of Chris, you were invited as well. While you are there you find out you caught the eye of a certain Washington and you could say you found an interest in him as well. Strange events start to occur during your trip, and nobody's sure if they'll make it out alive. "Are you okay?" "I'm breathing, but I'm barely alive..." Warnings: gore, mental disorders, strong language, extreme violence, smut. text in bold are Josh' voices in his head

I didn't mean to see it. It's his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed. I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He's cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth. But I've never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have, I can't seem to think of anything else. I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home. Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I'm going to have to find a way. And the masked Halloween party at his best friend's house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up

A story of a Secretary & a Married Boss. Creds for helping me out: @Ziovxl & @rxxyuka ____________________________________ Don't hunt me for the first few chapters... I was younger when I wrote the first few chapters... And I'm too lazy to edit it. Hope y'all love the book xoxo 💋

LＩＭＥＲＥＮＣＥ 𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴 𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐿𝐴𝐼𝑅, who was driven by the desire to engage with her peers, had always been adventurous. She would pounce at the opportunity to embark on an expedition. However, after a gruesome encounter at the Washington Manor, resulting in the disappearance of Hannah and Beth, Aria shut herself off from the world. Despite her best attempts to uplift her friends, she battled her own demons. A year later, they reunited at the same fateful location. Profound feelings for a boy resurfaced: albeit ugly memories haunted her. As the night progresses, Aria must tackle sentiments from her past and survive alongside those she has known most of her life. Are they who they say they are? Is Aria who she says she is? 𝐽𝑂𝑆𝐻 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑇𝑂𝑁, who had once been full of life, had descended into madness upon discovering his sisters had gone missing under his supervision. Refusing to soak in all his guilt, Josh instituted the gathering in commemoration of his loss. Engulfed in the wretched embrace of his isolation, he was consumed by fury and the thirst for revenge. No amount of affection could prevent his path of vindication, no one's - not even the girl he had been crushing on for many years. 𝑂𝑅 𝐼𝑁 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝐶𝐻: The entire friend group congregates on Blackwood Pines - a relic from their childhood - in remembrance of Hannah and Beth Washington. As they segregate themselves into pairs, due to an abiding strain, they face a series of obstacles that dictate their survival rate. Love, angst, hatred; all mysterious events will unfold before them, revealing the occurrence of the year prior. ♡ [ EDITING AS OF 09/05/26 ] A/N: I don't own any of these characters other than Aria and her backstory. Total Words - 105,500 One Month - 2k reads!!! Four Months - 5k reads!!! ♡

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

He's 23. So am I. Old enough to know better but not smart enough to stay away. He has a girlfriend that everyone knows about. Whenever they're off again, he comes back to me. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. Just comfort. Just fun. Until I started falling for him. For his lies, his warmth, his almost-love. When he touched me, it felt real. When he looked at me, it felt like forever. But forever doesn't exist when you're the other girl.

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

"Stop pretending. Boyfriend, right? With whom you'll be hanging out once Eth and your Dad are gone." I stared at him in disbelief. "What more things are you gonna do? I would love to know more." "Dante please, leave." I tried to push him away but instead he held my hands and pinned them behind me pulling me closer to him, our chest crashed with each other. His one hand came up to my lips, I gulped hard he looked really angry. His eyes landed on my lips tracing his thumb over my bottom lip he asked "Did he kiss you?" I remained quiet. Taking his gaze off my lips he looked me in the eye and asked again "Did he kiss you?" "Why do you care?" I asked back. ************************************** Dante Armel, a billionaire to whom success is everything and the word love, it doesn't have any meaning in his life. He does care about people, his people whom he loves the most and can go any extent to protect them. Emily Hart, an innocent girl with a horrible past, adopted at the age of 15 after her parents death in an accident. Can't say what relationship they shared in the past but one misunderstanding leads Dante to hate Emily but still he can't stop caring about her, being a jealous ass on seeing her with some other guy. But there is something about Emily no one knows, not even Dante. Let's see what this love-hate relationship leads to in the end....

"This is so wrong," I whispered as his lips touched my neck. He kissed me softly and sighed against my skin. His breath tickled me, causing me to shudder against him. He pressed his body into mine, backing me into the lockers. He slowly kissed up to the corner of my lips and smiled against my skin with his hands on my hips. "But it feels so right," he whispered against my lips. *TRIGGER WARNING for domestic violence *