𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. Lisa was never supposed to fall for Noah. Not the boy who saved her from a playground meltdown. Not the best friend who became her first kiss... her first love... her everything. But when he moved across the world, he left her with nothing but a broken promise and a gold star necklace she still wears like a scar. She swore she'd wait. He swore they'd find each other again. But two weeks after he came back, he was holding another girl's hand. Now it's war. And Lisa's done playing soft. Noah thought leaving Lisa behind would protect them both. He didn't expect to fall apart without her. Neither did he expect to learn the truth-something so brutal it made him question every moment they'd ever shared and see her as a stranger in the skin of the girl he once loved. And he definitely didn't expect to fall into someone else's arms trying to forget the taste of her lips. But Lisa's not the shy girl he left behind. She's colder now. Hotter, too. And every time he looks at her like he hates her, he wants to grab her and make her remember everything. This isn't just a breakup. It's unfinished business. First love never dies. But it might just destroy them both. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ SLOWBURN! word count- 130,000 started- July 07 2023, Finished- May 2025 Copyright all rights reserved

'I can't wait to grab those tits while you're choking on my cock,' he says, and fuck, my clit pulsed. What the fuck? this shit is turning me on. 'Really? You think you can handle it?' I tease, running my hand over my covered nipple. He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls the fabric away from my clothed breasts. The air kisses my nipples, and they perk up immediately. 'Anisa is going to love that,' I say, even though I desperately need his cock in my mouth, but he needed to make that move. 'I don't want to hear that name. Just the sound of your stifled moans as I hit the back of your throat.' With that, he softly grabbed my hair and pushed my face closer. ──── ୨୧ ──── Leila Rowan thought she had everything until her not so perfect boyfriend, Andrew, betrayed her with her best friend -Anisa and then blackmailed her into silence. Fueled with anger, Nate Voss appears, Andrew's quiet, invisible brother, the glass child no one ever notices-offering her a way out. A plan: revenge. Leila thought she hated Andrew most of all... until she realized Nate's hatred for his brother runs deeper. Nate will steal Anisa from Andrew; Leila will train to beat him at the NASA-level physics contest - together they'll reclaim what Andrew thinks is his. But there's a catch. Nate has never been the guy who knows what to say, how to touch-or how to fuck. To win this game, he needs Leila to teach him how to dirty talk, how to touch a woman so good. He has the looks sure, but does he have the will? And somewhere between lust lessons and stolen touches, revenge stops being the only risky thing on the table. Because Nate isn't just Andrew's brother anymore-he's the one who could ruin her heart... or save it. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ tension Started- August 7th, Finished August 17th

Adina Ricci is the daughter of two of the most famous people on the planet. She grew up in the spotlight and she never once felt ungrateful for what she had been given. But, right before her fourteenth birthday, her mother dies and her whole world begins to fall apart. After two years of acting out, her father enrolls her at Caldwell Royal Academy, a boarding school for the wealthy and elite. Located in Connecticut, Adina has to learn how to make new friends and live with strangers as she embarks on this journey of self discovery. Along the way she meets Vaughn King, a boy who may be as broken as her, with secrets that could have the potential to ruin their budding romance. Boys. Friends. Enemies. What could go wrong?

~This book is currently finished but is ongoing for editing and changes~ I continue to look at him and his dark, blue eyes were burning through me, maintaining contact with mine as they didn't dare move away. He sure knows how to hold contact. My body was burning, every inch of it, I could feel it. It was getting way too warm in here. This man was making me feel things I didn't even know that was capable. I needed him. I certainly wanted him. I watched his gaze move down onto my lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I didn't even notice how close he was to me until he stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I'm also baring in mind that my brother and his friends are literally right next door and here we are, being this extremely close to each other. That's what makes this even more nerve racking. One hand was holding my hip and his other hand was secured on my thigh, preventing me from falling down from the counter, his nose beginning to lightly touch the tip of mine as he lowered his forehead closer to me. The low part of my belly was aching him. I wanted him to do something. To fulfil my needs. I don't know where the hell the courage came from as the next two words fell out of me. "Kiss me." *** Aurora Rianne. A girl with painful memories from a troubled past that she does not like to be reminded of. But she can't help it as the nightmares continue to remind her of them when she falls asleep. She tries so hard to run away but they always reach her. Lyle Anderson. A man, also with a troubled past that's led him to have insomnia, but he does not like to talk about it. Nobody knows. He's never opened up to anyone. Until she came into his life. He finds himself feeling comfort in her presence and opens up, something he never thought he was capable of. When Aurora and Lyle meet, they don't know that the solution to their problems was each other. *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes

Madden: Alora Ha is a bitch. No questions asked. Alora: Madden Drakos is a monster. Madden: But I see straight through her little shield. Alora: But then again. So am I.

This is going to be a small (probably not very small) collection of short stories regarding the Billionaire Boy's Club family. I decided to make this because I tend to think back on them and create little storylines in my head. So, naturally, I want to write them and store them away where I can keep returning to them. And what monster would I be if I didn't share them with you all? So, here it is. 😘

"If you hate me so much, say stop... and I will." He dips the brush into yellow paint, lifting it slowly before dragging the tip along my neck. The cold touch makes me shiver, a soft, embarrassed smile betraying me. His focus gaze never leaves the path he's creating, consuming me like I'm something he's memorizing. The brush trails lower, teasing the sensitive hardening beneath my white shirt, now streaked with yellow, and my breath stutters. There's no fight left in me. He directs the brush further down, across my abdomen, causing my stomach to tighten. "Birdie, say the word," he murmurs, voice low, rough, and strained between breaths. "Or I'll take all of you right now." My eyes flutter. My lips part, and when his sharp gaze meets mine, I don't look away. He slowly wets his lips, and drags a deep breath, like he's holding himself back. The brush slips lower, past the waistband of my skirt. My inside melts. "I hate you." I try to act strong. "Then tell me to stop." he whisper, his eyes traveling to my lips. "I hate you." Something quick shifts in his expression, a bit of danger but that's all. Then he drops to his knees instantly, tearing my skirt in one swift motion. I forget how to breathe, how to think, or how to speak. *** Nevaeh is used to starting over, her father's job at least gave her that. But this time, there's no clean slate waiting for her. She's no longer sure if what she felt last year was love or just survival disguised as something softer. The boys next door know her secrets, every buried truth she's tried to outrun to protect her family from being decimated. But now with a single word, the Burton boys could unravel her life completely. School has resumed, and there's no escape. Her family isn't leaving Regal Oaks. Which means facing Rhys, the boy who once felt like half of her soul. And Conall, the one who would burn everything to have her back. Caught between the truth she can't erase, Nevaeh is in a serious pickle this year.

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

NILA JAVA radiated confidence and everything that came with it. Standing her ground throughout high school, she continues to do the same in college making sure everyone knew who she was. Nila was a man's wet dream and wouldn't even have to blink before getting noticed in a room. She knew what she wanted and wouldn't tolerate disrespect from anyone who dared. Nila prided herself in being an extrovert, always having an easygoing personality, able to make friends with whoever and become easily favoured with the click of her fingers. Except for one. Her best friend's older brother. MAIKEL MARQUEZ was known as the college's golden boy being loved by many and over the course of four years, gained himself a reputation along side his best friend. He was outgoing, charming and not to mention a total heartbreaker. Girls wanted to be with him and boys wanted to be him, but not everyone could be as loved as him. From childhood, Maikel has always had an unknown problem with Nila. Ever since five, they've become sworn enemies and stuck to that promise over the years into adolescence. Two people have never hated each other more than Maikel and Nila. However, when a mutually beneficial deal strikes between the two, they find themselves slowly overcoming their strong hatred for one another. It's no surprise they were both attracted to each other, but were those desires enough to diminish their problem of being unable to stand each other? 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

SPIN OFF TO: TAYLOR'S SUMMER ☀️ 🏝️ (Rafe version) Taylor left the Outer Banks with salt in her hair, fire in her soul, and Rafe Cameron in the driver's seat. Their love was wild, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. Now, it's about to be tested. College is a new world-one filled with house parties, temptation, jealousy, and a freedom that feels just a little too good, like the old days with the pogues. She's the blonde beach girl with a smart mouth and a fearless heart in an entirely new setting. He's the bad boy turned lover but his reputation is different.. Together? They're chaos... but the addicting kind. Will late nights, flirty strangers, and old habits come between them? Or will Rafe and Taylor prove that what started as a summer fling and love triangle with so much confusion- really be forever? Tension-filled, sexy, and addictively emotional-Taylor's Promise is a story of two dangerously in-love souls from the outer banks learning how to fight for forever while everything is changing... 🚨 THIS BOOK IN NO WAY TIES IN WITH "Taylor's Compass" THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER. This is a spin off to Taylor's Summer. For the Rafe lovers to have their end game🚨 If you want endgame with JJ read: Taylor's Compass NOT this book!! ⚠️WARNING: Mature content, smut, drug use. Etc. *I try to release a chapter weekly*