SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

"You need to leave Reese" I said realizing that James and the rest are probably not too far away from us and they can be here at any minute. "I'm gonna kill him first-" I cut her off and shook my head "I called for backup" She clenched her jaw and punched the wall behind me, making me flinch "fuck you" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -family/relationship issues -violence (killing, fighting etc.) -sexual assault/mention on rape -use of weapons (knifes, guns etc.) -a lot of crimes lol

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

La historia sigue la evolución de la relación entre **Amber Gray**, la impecable y estricta presidenta del consejo estudiantil, y **Jade Keller**, una chica de actitud rebelde, amante de la velocidad y con un aura de "chica mala". Aunque ante los ojos de todo el instituto ambas mantienen una rivalidad constante y chocan en los pasillos a la menor provocación, la realidad es completamente distinta: detrás de esa fachada de hostilidad se esconde un romance secreto, oficializado recientemente tras una reveladora cena familiar y una romántica declaración.

Augustine Reed era la estrella de su equipo. Siempre acostumbrada a ganar, siempre acostumbrada a presumir. Lo que no sabia era que la vida se iba a encargar de darle un golpe de humildad llamado Ivanna Romanov. Con la dignidad por los suelos y el talento en duda, August tendrá que volver a demostrar que no fue pura suerte. ¿Sería capaz de hacer las paces con Ivanna Romanov para lograrlo? ¿Serían capaces ambas de ver lo que hay Bajo la Red?

Dos familias marcadas por un acuerdo ilegal que nunca se cerró. Dos apellidos poderosos destinados a destruirse. Y dos mujeres que crecieron creyendo que odiarse era la única opción. Kaia Rizzo y Raven Blackwood fueron criadas para verse como enemigas. Cada gesto, cada decisión y cada herida del pasado las empujó a continuar una guerra que no eligieron, pero que ahora lideran con orgullo y rencor. Sabotajes, traiciones y juegos de poder se convierten en su lenguaje cotidiano, mientras intentan arruinarse la vida mutuamente desde mundos opuestos. Sin embargo, cuanto más se enfrentan, más peligrosa se vuelve la línea que separa el odio de la obsesión. Porque en medio del conflicto, la tensión cambia de forma, y lo que comenzó como desprecio empieza a transformarse en algo que ninguna de las dos está dispuesta a admitir. Enamorarse no estaba en el plan. Mucho menos de la enemiga. Entre secretos familiares, lealtades rotas y decisiones imposibles, Kaia y Raven deberán enfrentarse no solo a sus apellidos, sino a lo que sienten cuando están juntas. Porque amar a la persona equivocada puede ser más devastador que cualquier traición... y esta vez, el precio no lo pagarán solas. Rankings importantes: • #4 en trato • #7 enemistad •#12 en problemas •#12 en lectura

Dos mundos opuestos chocando en un verano donde el odio es solo el principio.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

She came to the palace to kill a king. But the deeper she goes, the more the lines between enemy and ally blur. Jamila has spent thirteen years burning with vengeance, ever since she watched her parents die in a bombing ordered by King George III. Trained in silence and forged by grief, she hides her blade behind kind eyes and a soft smile. When she's summoned to the royal palace as a servant, it's the perfect chance to strike. But her path to the King is blocked by Princess Zorina: cold, unreadable, and dangerous in ways Jamila never expected. Zorina doesn't trust anyone. Jamila doesn't have the luxury of love. But even the sharpest blade can hesitate at the heart. And when the crown turns its fire on Jamila's people again, she's faced with an impossible choice: al-tha'r aw al-hubb; vengeance, or love. In a palace built on blood, even loyalty can be a lie.