IMPORTANT: The story contains lots of swooning moments, funny insults, chaotic and HOT situations, staring contests with a couple of intense blue eyes, SCREAMING, Harry Potter talk, and couple goals. "Midnight Memories" will make your single life boring AF, so read at your own risk. *** When Selena meets devilishly handsome, mysterious, and complicated Kai Daron in weird circumstances, she knows they are different from one another as a candle and a firework show. No matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to ignore their strong chemistry and the way he makes her feel. Not when he's driving her crazy with his grayish-blue eyes, secrets, adventures, and inappropriate lines. As their relationship grows into a game of push and pull, she soon finds herself head over heels for him. But suddenly everything she's ever known comes crashing down right at her feet. Just. Like. That... Was everything they've been through a lie? *Yup, still hate writing descriptions, but give it a chance maybe?* Important 2: This story contains graphic violence, sexual references, triggering themes, and mental struggles. SOON TO BE A WEBCOMICS! 🏆Latest Achievement #7 in drama (FOR 2 WEEKS OMG) #7 in humor (out of 211K stories) #5 in mature (out of 117K stories) #3 in sexy (out of 68.5K stories) #9 in badboy (out of 146K stories) #6 in steamy (out of 11.9K stories)

When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

Is it possible to find your soulmate when your first touch is to slap him across his smirking little face? Six of the seven BTS members love having their new neighbor Sun-Hee around. But Jungkook and Sun-Hee do not get along. They seem to almost enjoy their daily battles until Jungkook says something that requires a slap. Then they know. A BTS soulmate AU where you find your soulmate the first time you touch. You need to have skin to skin contact a lot for the first 24 hours. If you don't get that contact you will die. This is a fictional story. No part of this story is real in any way. Please don't copy any part of my story in any form (including Youtube) without my permission. I own none of the rights to the pictures, they are clipped from various places on the internet. The inspiration from this story came from a Wattpad story called Soulmate Bonded by minxy_keys. So some of the soulmate physical reactions are similar to that universe. I love your comments, suggestions and/or corrections if you find mistakes. This is the first story I've written.

One Shots for your dirty ass mind. That's right, baby, I'm rewriting all my one-off smut stories just for you ;) Let me know if you want any of these stories to have their own book and I will gladly do it! Also I plan to put some sneak peek sexy scenes from upcoming books as well so enjoy that!!!! This book is PURE SMUT (and a little bit of story) but be warned this book is written for MATURE READERS that means 18+!!!!

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

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.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

BOOK 1 in the Drowning/Bully Standalone Series. WARNING: This book contains intense bullying, explicit scenes, triggering language, violence, and psychological content. I told Caden to cancel his stupid party. He told me, with that infuriating smirk, "Why? Planning to be my snack tonight?" Caden has made my life hell for four years, ever since our parents got married. He's gorgeous, arrogant, and the kind of boy Stanford girls trip over themselves for. Me? I'm the only one who sees right through him. He's a blatant bully, the devil who turned me into a surreptitious one. And now we're stuck sharing the same off-campus apartment for our entire freshman year. Living together means new rules, no boundaries... and a tension I never expected. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to remember why we ever hated each other in the first place- and nothing threatens our pride more than that. *** Step into an adventure of passion, forgiveness, and second chances. This is Caden and Madison's story.

A simple mistake by a rental agency turns 20-year-old Anika's dream of studying in Italy into an unexpected adventure. Believing she was moving into a house with two female roommates, the pampered princess from Punjab is horrified to discover her new home is shared with four intimidating, older male students. The leader is -a man so strict and dominant, his very aura commands fear and respect across the entire campus. To Anika, with her love for bunking classes, short dresses, and a cursed vocabulary, he is an infuriating obstacle to her fun. To him, she is a beautiful, reckless brat whose safety and well-being instantly become his sole responsibility. Glimpse: Anika tiptoes behind Vikram as he stirs something in a pan, her bare feet silent on the cold tiles. She's wearing one of her ridiculous frocks again - all ruffles and rebellion - and her hair is a wild halo from the breeze she let in earlier. She pokes his side. Not hard. Just enough. Anika (grinning): "Chef Rathore, do you take bribes in kisses?" He doesn't turn. Just pauses, lips twitching into that rare, reserved smile - the one no one else ever gets except her. Vikram (softly): "Only if they come with silence." She gasps, mock-offended, and pokes him again. He catches her wrist this time, gently, and presses a kiss to her knuckles without looking.