*COMPLETED* He's my best friend. The one person I run to when I don't want to face the world around me, because I know I can hide with him. In the comfort of our silence. Of his touch. My heart has always been his, if only he'd see that I'm right here waiting for the day he will finally notice me. Then, perhaps, he could be mine. But I'm just out of a relationship. And he's unavailable. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• #3 IN MUTUALFEELINGS

Ellie Baker and Elijah Forrest Riorson have been academic rivals for as long as they can remember. At their school, there is one scholarship that matters more than all the others-an elite, full-ride award that guarantees freedom. Ellie Baker has built her entire life around earning it. Everything Ellie has, she earns. She studies until two in the morning, ignores exhaustion, and tells herself it's fine-that she can take it. She does it for her mom, who had her young and for a future she has to secure on her own. Control. Elijah does not need the scholarship. But if Baker wants something, Elijah will always be in the way. He's strong, nonchalant, and perpetually bored. He's sharp without trying and effortlessly successful in school. Grades come as easily to him as breathing. But what actually matters to Elijah isn't the classroom-it's the shop, where he works alongside his grandpa, fixing broken things with his hands and finding a sense of purpose school has never given him. Ellie isn't jealous of Elijah. She envies him. He succeeds, while she has to fight for every achievement. Her resentment began in fifth grade, at the spelling bee. Ellie and Elijah stood side by side on the podium, the final two contestants. When it was her turn, she froze-stuttered, forgot how to spell the word. Elijah spelled his correctly on the first try, effortless. She's hated him ever since. Or at least, she thinks she has. Now, family life and school start to mix. "Your staring" "i'm calculating how your brain manages to produce that much cockiness" "wouldn't you like to know." "Do you have to be so disgusting?" "you like me like that baker" But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

Evil love triangle The King of Lighntgale is dying. There is no debate. No prayer left unanswered. No healer left to summon. Death has already placed its hand upon his shoulder, and no one is powerful enough to pull it away. The kingdom has only one hope. The prince must take a queen. So the maidens come. From forgotten villages tucked beneath ancient forests. From crowded cities where every family dreams of a crown. Even from kingdoms beyond the sea, where whispers of Lightgale have traveled farther than the wind itself. They are tested. Again. And again. And again. Beauty is measured. Grace is examined. Wit is questioned. Blood is traced. Every smile, every heartbeat, every breath weighed against impossible standards. The trials are old. The rituals older. They have been repeated for generations. Yet no maiden has ever been enough. Until Katherina. Maiden of Klaus. Daughter of Light. No one expected her name to be spoken. Least of all Katherina herself. Marriage was the one fate she had spent her life outrunning. She wanted freedom, not a throne. Silence, not a crown. Prince Andrew is everything the kingdom adores. Charming. Gentle. Quick to laugh. The kind of man every mother prays her daughter will marry. But kingdoms are built on secrets. And some men cast shadows even beneath the brightest sun. There is another. Knight Obsidian. The Son of Death. A name spoken only in lowered voices. A man mothers warn their children about. A knight whose gaze lingers like winter, whose silence unsettles even the bravest soldiers, and whose presence makes the castle feel colder than stone should allow. Everyone fears him. Everyone avoids him. Everyone... except Katherina. Or perhaps she should. Because the greatest danger in Lightngale has never been the dying king. Nor the trials. Nor even the crown. It is what waits in the darkness behind them. And by the time Katherina realizes why she was chosen... It will already be too late.

Lilith Swan Riorson is a figure skater with undeniable talent. She skates with control, but scouts overlook her in favor of flashier stories. She's learned to be patient. To wait her turn. To believe skill will speak eventually. Ezekiel Carter never waits. As the hockey team's captain, he's confident, arrogant, and magnetic. Fans think he's careless, unserious, a fuckboy who can't commit to anything. Coaches worry. Zeke's home life is chaos disguised as normal. His mom drifts in and out of his life - loving one day, unreachable the next. She promises things and forgets them. Shows up and disappears. Swan needs attention. Zeke needs proof he can commit. The deal works. i can feel him before I see him. "Careful, princess." I don't look up. I already know it's him. "You're tiny," Carter adds, amusement dripping from every syllable. "One good breeze and you're done." I tighten my skate laces and keep my voice steady. "You should worry less about my size and more about your ego, Carter." That finally gets his attention. I stand, meeting his eyes. "I can take a lot more than you think," I say coolly. For half a second, something flashes across his face. Then he smiles. Heat crawls up my neck. I hate that he gets a reaction. Hate that he knows it. "You're disgusting," I snap. He just laughs, low and quiet. "You said it first." "I wasn't talking about you," I say, stepping past him, brushing his arm on purpose. "But thanks for confirming." As I walk away, I hear him behind me, voice lazy and infuriatingly pleased. "Relax, princess." I don't turn around. "Don't call me that," I say sharply. "You haven't earned it." "Yet." But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

⊱ 𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 ⊰ Olivia Carver, the hopeless romantic, who denies it and tries to hide away the cracking shadows of her past trauma with smiles and laughter. Aiden Parker, who has his own load of shit in his past to deal with too, but he copes a different way- the more violent way by getting in trouble almost every single day. They despise each other. After 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 day, Olivia and Aiden both already try to avoid each other as much as possible in school. But how much can that help when Aiden is forced to give her basketball lessons they need to do for their grade and she cannot refuse because she completely sucks in sports? What will happen when the line of 'just a month of tolerating each other' blur and they can actually stand each other? Maybe even more than that. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭: ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2025

Sequel to "chasing you" Please read chasing you before you begin this book! :) Tempted by you continues to follow B (Becca) into her adult years. She's happily tied down by the sexy Mitchell. Mitch is essentially the man of her dreams. He is hard working, considerate, committed, not to mention great in bed- but a strong force begins pulling her away from him.

-"Fuck I can't wait to taste you." He says under his heavy breath. Excitement courses through my body as Tyler wraps my legs around his waist so he can pick me up. He carries me across the room and rests me down on a table. I can feel his hard cock against my now throbbing pussy as he uses his hips to shift me back. In this moment I realize I want him- all of him. - ••• Let's face it- everyone has "that person". That person that you can't forget about, no matter how hard you try. That person you would have done anything for, or anything to be with.. but, what happens when you and that person can't be together? B is a naive young girl who would do anything to have the perfect high school fling- until she meets Tyler. Tyler is older, more mature, and off limits. B faces many hurdles, twists, and turns as she tries to keep her relationship with Tyler a float. ***BOOK TWO, (Tempted by you) IN PROCESS***

𝑴𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ♡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ: Ariella moves to a new school, dreading having to make new friends and the whole idea of leaving her old ones. She bumps into a guy. A guy who she thinks looks good. A guy who she realizes looks familiar. Good familiar. A familiar that could get her into trouble. Tall. Dark hair. Same dark shade eyes. And a smile. The smile that she knew oh so well. Noah. The only guy who matched her competitiveness to a point where she hated his guts. They had grown up together. But growing up together, didn't necessarily mean that they were friends. It didn't even necessarily mean that they liked each other. What happens when both get tangled up together and fall for each other without even noticing? sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2024 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: ᴍᴀʏ 2025 Rankings: 🎖️1 in fun 🎖️4 in friendships 🎖️3 in found family

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬' 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 has been in love with 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐢 for far longer than he should have-quietly, carefully, and without ever crossing a line. The problem is that Tara is engaged to another man, someone she believes she loves. Knowing this, Dhruv never confesses his feelings. Instead, he stays by her side as her best friend, even helping her plan the wedding that slowly breaks his heart. With every shared laugh, late-night conversation, and wedding detail, Dhruv realises a painful truth: he will never be able to move on from her. To Tara, Dhruv has always been just her best friend. But as emotions shift and feelings grow complicated, she is forced to question things she never imagined she would. And even if fate ever brings them together, the world may never accept them. So will Tara confront these forbidden feelings-or choose the life that has already been decided for her? Some love stories aren't meant to be easy. Some are meant to hurt. 𝐸𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘

Meeting by chance through letters is a serendipitous connection sparked by unexpected correspondence. Whether through a misplaced letter or accidental exchange, the written word can unexpectedly bring strangers together, creating lasting bonds and connections that feel both intimate and fateful.