"Listen I know we've been flirting and shit but that doesn't mean I like you, okay" I cross my arms again and slightly smirk. He smirks down at me and he opens his beautiful mouth. "If that's true, then why did I hear you using the dildo while moaning my name?" Son of a bitch. ____________________________________ Being friends with your neighbor isn't that bad. Need milk? He's got it. Need sugar? She's got it. Ever since she moved into the apartment next door to him, they got close and eventually became close friends. But what happens when four years of friendship starts to turn into something more. Do they want this or do they ignore it? Penelope Jones is a tough woman. She's always on top of things and is always working to improve on her cafe, to make it thrive. She has no time for silly things like relationships, hookups, vacations, especially after everything she has been through. And she's perfectly happy with her life right now, right? Grayson Miller is a caring and funny guy. He's always checking on Penelope, either in her apartment or cafe. But he rarely talks to the tenants in his apartment floor, the only exception is the girl he's had his eyes on. But he conceals his feelings, knowing she has no intentions of dating and knowing she will never reciprocate his feelings, right? TW: Abuse and mention of abuse, stillbirth and slight SA All rights belong to me and to this page only. I really hope you enjoy this story. Start date: 12/16/22 End date: 4/23/23

" W..what are you-" " Do you want me to show all those people who you belong to the easy way or the hard way?" He says deeply, a dark look in his eyes as he looks down at my lips then back to my eyes. I feel my heart start to beat insanely fast at his close presence, the smell of his expensive cologne intoxicating me, almost like he was trying to lure me into his lips. • Sofia Novikov, youngest daughter of the Russian Mafia leader was kept away from the public eye her whole life. Her sister Anastasia Novikov however was always in the spotlight. With her perfect figure and personality everyone adored her. She was the sunshine and could do anything you could think of, she was everything any girl wished to be. What happens when ruthless and cold hearted Italian Mafia leader Connor Agosti is to be arranged in a marriage with one of the Novikov sister?

❝ She wasn't the woman he came for. ❞ ────────────────────── Bianka Kavà has spent her entire life avoiding the world her family built. The world of blood. Power. And men like Remo Casovaiké. When Remo's men are ordered to abduct the daughter of a rival wealthy family, they return with the wrong woman. The niece. By the time they realize their mistake, Remo simply shrugs. "She'll do." Now Bianka is nothing more than collateral-a bargaining chip for a debt she never created. She hates him. He doesn't care. Until the woman he planned to use becomes the only person he can't bear to lose. Because in Remo's world... everything has a price. And he'll burn an empire before he lets anyone collect hers.

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Mayim is a law student who is trying to survive her 3rd year of law school. But when her friend suddenly gets accepted to study abroad in south korea she has no choice but to find an alternative place to stay, what happens when the promised dorm room suddenly doesn't exist and she's left homeless but fear not because Kath, despite being miles away in Korea, she has made quite the living arrangement for her.

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ★ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰𝑰 "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆." -𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎 ★𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 ★

One innocent bright woman. Five cruel dark men. • • • "You fucking liars!" I stood in the middle of the room, "you-you all promised, you fucking lied!" sobbed loudly, stepping back as Giovanni started stepping forward, "No, stay the fuck away!", I tried running to the door, which made Giovanni grab my waist, pinning me against him, making me stare at everyone, holding my chin up. "Sweetheart, I only want to see you cry tears of pleasure", Xavier said, staring at me as I trashed in Giovanni's arms, "don't you enjoy cuddling us, Maevey", Romeo smiled softly as I whimpered. "Yeah baby, don't you enjoy cuddling us" Vincenzo smiled softly as Romeo, making me scream at the top of my lungs, "Shh, amore" Giovanni whispered in my ear. "You-you said you'd let me go" Giovanni rested his chin on top of my head as I cried like a bitch, "did we really?", Niccold muttered, finally standing up along the others, "Y-yes!" They all chuckled, Xavier already grabbing the handcuffs from his back pocket, along with my collar, "we never said we'd let you go", Giovanni grabbed the handcuffs from Xavier, locking my hands behind my back, Xavier putting the collar around my neck. "You're ours. Only. Fucking. Ours!".

First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...