She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

In Peabody, Massachusetts, Luna Aldridge shares a home with her boyfriend, Kyle Tuttle. Sensing that something is off, she feels a stirring within, a yearning for something beyond. Driven by this, she seeks Laura and Victoria advice, the Salem Witches. The witches, with eyes like chips of ice, and the air around them thick with the scent of old herbs and a faint cackling energy, advise her to write in a journal, believing it will sharpen her psychic senses. Following their counsel, she met Geo. Sunlight glinted off his spectacles as she listens to his advice, schooling her in the craft, while his presence gave her a low hum of warning. The air hummed with an unseen energy. With each sunrise, she explores true magic. As she delved into psychic witchcraft, the drama unfolds through her visions; a swirl of dark images. Kyle's odd actions, a nervous energy she can feel in the air, stokes her suspicion. His every move was a shadow, a secret held tight. Guided by the Salem witches, she refines her psychic abilities and learns to sense psychic energy. Receiving the witch relics following a ritual they performed, she feels a magnetic pull from the relics, even as Kyle confesses to the secrets he had been keeping. Next Series: Little Monster; The Luna Aldridge Series (Part 2) *This story is mature. It contains bullying and some sexual content. It is recommended for 18 years and older. * Copyright © 2023 Jamie Sweet

Davina Laura Astrid's life takes a devastating turn when a reckless experiment unleashes a malevolent demon. The entity's presence shatters her reality, plunging her into a world of terror. With relationships crumbling, Davina must confront the evil she's awakened, or risk losing herself to an eternal nightmare of terror and despair. Enter the underworld of demons and ancient magic. Davina's fate intertwines with Xylerath's, the Demon King. Will she resist his darkness or succumb to its allure? Dive into this gripping dark fantasy adventure. #DarkFantasy #Romance #HorrorFiction #DarkFiction #SupernaturalFiction #ParanormalFiction #DemonLoveStory #Mansion

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

❝I hurt people; especially pretty girls like you ❞ In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity. And the music only stops when a demented man says so. ➳ Criminal psychology student Tahlia Meyers finds her world in disarray after being assigned to observe an infamous serial killer, who in turn, takes an uncanny interest in the girl. [ © Cluelessdaddy 2017] •Featured in Mystery• •#2 in Mystery-Thriller•

#College romance #Fated Mates #Enemies to Lovers Fate doesn't send a warning text. What happens when the werewolf you can't stand becomes the werewolf you can't live without? **** As a neurosurgery student, I, Yvaine Mackenzie, have only one thing on my brain-well, the brain. Born werewolf, but with a self-prescribed immunity to the whole fated-mate concept, I never speculated how I would meet my other half. My life is already packed to the brim with surgical precision: textbooks, hospital shifts, matcha dates with my roommates, and making sure my twin brother-aka, our college's famous team captain-leaves the wereball field with all his limbs intact. That's right, wereball-the unnecessarily aggressive sport comparable to human football but with no refs, no penalties, and no protective gear. Or as I like to call it, uncivilized, primitive, and a waste of medical supplies. Everything fits perfectly into my color-coded agenda... until one night I innocently lend out my phone and receive the filthiest message from an anonymous rival player. Figures, as he's the most arrogant, irritating, and ill-mannered person I've never met. And my REM-sleep has never been the same. Though somewhere between late-night texting and morning bickering, the shockingly perceptive mystery man I renamed "Rudolph" becomes my closest confidante. But we can't hide behind our screens forever. The more our friendship deepens, the closer we draw toward catastrophic secrets and one undeniable truth-how we accidentally texted destiny into existence. When everything explodes...will I be able to forgive him? If I'd known one silly text would tilt the axis of my life? I would've done some cardio. Strengthened my heart. Kept a defibrillator with me. All the time.

I ran away because I couldn't bear the thought of staying with someone who had betrayed me. Kayden Hawkins, my best friend and the guy I thought I would marry, knocked up Amber Smith during our high school graduation, so I fled our small town, I fled the heartbreak and pain. Ten years later, I'm back in town, and now everything has changed.

He was a fallen angel. He came from hell as a flame of the lord's revenge. The son of the devil some would say, but no one ever surely knew. Nobody noticed the darkness around him or the eclipse he tried to hide behind his mask of void, no one except of Elenor Clark. Daimon Hunter was the new, mysterious boy in school, and at the same time Kayden's half-brother. Elenor had a crush on Kayden since 8th grade but he never really noticed her because she had always been the ugly girl nobody cared about. Daimon though, caught her attention and although he was constantly trying to avoid her, their worlds started colliding more and more. Hidden secrets started revealing themselves and Elenor was soon about to realize that this darkness Daimon trapped her in was bigger than anything she could have dreamed of. A bond between heaven and hell. A collusion between fire and water and a convention between hate and love. Elenor seemed to have forgotten one important thing though: The worst sin of all was to make a deal with the devil! Attention: Mature content!

⚠️ DARK MAFIA ROMANCE | SOCIOPATHIC FMC | ENEMIES TO LOVERS Contains themes of manipulation, obsession, and graphic violence. Enter at your own risk. [The Crazy series #1] A story where love is forged in lies and truth hides in shadows. "He thinks he's the predator. He doesn't realize I've been sharpening my knife since the day we met." In the blood-stained world of the De Santis and Rossi empires, love isn't a feeling-it's a tactical error. Evelina De Santis isn't the damsel the family thinks she is. She doesn't have a heart; she has a blueprint. She's cold, she's calculating, and she's a sociopath playing the role of a victim. Vincenzo Rossi is the obsessed heir who loves her body count as much as her beauty. He wants to own her. He wants to break her. He thinks their union was fated by the stars. He's wrong. It wasn't fate. It was a calculated betrayal. In a game where the shadows hide the truth, the biggest danger isn't the war between families-it's the woman standing right next to you. He's obsessed. She's chilling. And in this world, no one is safe.

I trusted her. But she betrayed me. Tears slipped down from my eyes as I made my way to the stair case. Suddenly I heard footsteps. Before I could react they spotted me. Fuck.. they caught me. A bloody scary chase started around the building. I felt angry, stupid and betrayed. All I did was sob as I ran like a woman rather than a trained person. Why? Before I could think further a hand suddenly grabbed me and pulled me inside a storage room. I heard the footsteps coming in our way, panick filled in me. For a moment I'm not the person who's very calm and collected. I'm a person who shows too much reaction for every small thing. My old self. Then the footsteps vanished. Suddenly I realised that someone grabbed and pulled me into this room. I started to walk around the small room. The Windows rattled due to the chilling wind. The cold wind sent shivers down to the spine. Suddenly the glass broke, sending them scattered around the small room. I instinctively turned my face away. As I covered my face a hand brushed against mine, covering me. I looked up to see it was a man. A man. My man. _____ He is cold. She's chilling. He hates her and she hates him. He fell first but she fell harder. Evelina De Santis Only Daughter of Rossi Family. Vincenzo Rossi First heir of Rossi Family. Not cold and calculative people, until their loved ones are assassinated. Betrayal never comes from enemies but from our close people. Start of the story - October 18 End of the story - ...... Ongoing