'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 (𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1) 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. . . . . . . . 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 "𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚" 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨... I was only fourteen when the world turned dark. Stolen from everything I knew and forced into the secret empire known as Dark Roses. There, I became a symbol-The Rose. Dressed like royalty. Trained to serve. Waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. And then he came. Ronan Astor. The Russian King. He didn't save me. He bought me. And now...I belong to him. 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫... She was never supposed to be mine. I never bought any woman, only used them. But the second I saw her, I knew. Too young. Too pure. Too broken. And still...she became everything. I told myself I'd protect her from this world. But how do you protect someone from yourself? Now she's mine-by fate, by force, by obsession. And I'll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. . . . . . . . -𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 -𝐌𝐌𝐂 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖 𝐌𝐅𝐂 -𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 / 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Hate was supposed to protect me. But it never did. The night August Hayes shattered my brother's skull, he shattered something in me, too. One year later, I'm not the girl I used to be. The girl who was naive enough to ever want him. Now, he's back on campus, clinging to his last chance. Mandatory therapy, or he doesn't graduate. And I'm the unlucky intern assigned to his case. He's violent. Dangerous. A walking reminder of all the damage done to my family. I'm supposed to help him manage his anger. But instead, I keep wanting to see what happens when he loses control. They say healing is supposed to be messy. But they never said it could feel like this. Hate was supposed to be easy. But it never is. Some scars you can't see. And there are some scars that you just can't stop touching. - Updates every Friday! Enemies to lovers Bad boy x good girl Dark sports romance Forced proximity Brother's enemy MMA Tensionnnn Forbidden Started: October 23, 2025 Finished: February 13, 2026

'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

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠," "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭. 𝐎𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Amelia Lewis has always been the quintessential good girl-never one to break the rules or stray from her meticulously planned path. Arriving at college with her two best friends, she believes she's left the whispers of her past behind. But everything changes when she crosses paths with the notorious bad boy of Samford University, Hayden King. With his muscular build, rugged good looks, and tattoos that tell a story of their own, Hayden is everything Amelia knows she should avoid. By night, he fights in the ring; by day, he charms his way through campus as the star football player. Despite her best intentions to resist him, Amelia finds herself irresistibly drawn to Hayden's dangerous lifestyle and magnetic charm. In a daring move to win her over, Hayden proposes a bet: if he loses, he'll be abstinent for a month. But if Amelia loses, she must live in the frat house with him for the same duration. As they navigate the challenges of their wager, the lines between right and wrong blur, and Hayden begins to realize that Amelia might just be his one and only...His Angel. Written/Finished in 2024 Completed once again but fully edited: Feb 18, 2:45 PM, 2026!

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

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

✨ A forbidden college romance that should've never happened...but did anyway. ✨ Cella Marcellus wasn't supposed to end up in his dorm. She wasn't supposed to start college at sixteen. And she definitely wasn't supposed to be Bastian Wylde's new roommate. Grumpy, private, and way too intense for his own good, Bastian wants nothing to do with anyone-especially a girl who's too young, too tempting, and way too off-limits. But from the second she walks in with her wide eyes with long natural eyelashes, he knows he's screwed. She's sunshine and softness. He's storms and smoke. She's never had a first kiss (Neither has he). He's sworn off love entirely. But when living together turns into late night-nightmares (Where he's holding her all night), tension-filled silences, and feelings neither of them can ignore...One wrong move could ruin everything. And Bastian's not sure if he's willing to play it safe anymore. She's sixteen. He's twenty. And when it comes to the heart...math was never meant to make sense.