"It's not every day that one can say their hot roommate is also their American History teacher..." Sam's never had an easy life. Whether she's battling the nightmares of her dysfunctional past, attempting to dodge expulsion (for the second time), or trying to outrun her problems, trouble just seems to follow her everywhere. So when her brother introduces her to their new roommate, Megan Adams, Sam immediately senses a storm in the distance. But Sam soon finds out that she can only run so far, because Megan seems to be everywhere. And maybe deep down she doesn't really want to run anymore. GRAPHIC IMAGE created by: deedl (on shuttershock)

UNDER CONSTRUCTION! This book is being edited some chapters may not make sense right now but I also don't want to delete this version so please look past time jumps and spelling right now! Was #1 in -Onenightstand -Gaypride -reckless -pills -wattpadpride ■■■ SMUT, 18+ ■■■ ♡Kitten Series♡ 1○ Kitten 2○ Mistress 3○ Tipsy 4○ Controlled 5○ Waves 6● Time-laps 7○ Motions 8○ Conditions 9○ Consequences "Um," I mumbled as she sucked on my neck no doubt leaving a hickey. "I want to have sex with you." "No Dolly." She breathed down my neck, her British accent was such a turn on. "Please," I beg. "Miss Spencer, I told you I wouldn't." "But please I want to have sex with you. Please?" She ran her hand down over my body and hooked her thumb in the waistband of my pants. "Don't beg, you don't know how badly I want you." □□□ THIS STORY IS BEING EDITED, THE SPELLING IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE THIS WAS WRITTEN AGES AGO.

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, thrown together by 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 or some 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 sense of irony, in a private all-girls school where rules and control were 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 to keep everything in line. But she was the chaos I couldn't escape. Confident with a smirk that made me want to smash it off her face, 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. Every move she made, every brush of her body against mine, 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. I wasn't interested, not really. But the way she filled the space around me, so effortlessly, so 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, it made it impossible to pretend I didn't want her. [18+] - Best rankings!: 🥇in Sapphic 🥇in Frustration 🥇in LesbianRomance 🥇in fxf 🥇in HiddenFeelings 🥇in MommyIssues 🥇in Gradeschool 🥇in StudentxStudent 🥇in Private-School 🥈in AcademicRivalry 🥉in EnemiesWithBenefits

Eloise grew up in the shadows of an illegal organization - trained, shaped, and scarred into the perfect weapon. Known for her temper and defiance, she was always the rebel among soldiers, the flame that refused to die out no matter how much they tried to break her. But when Cassandra - the cold, calculating leader of the organization - chooses Eloise as her Chosen, everything changes. Whether it's out of spite, fascination, or the desire to mold her into something unrecognizable, Cassandra turns Eloise's rebellion into a game. A dangerous game of power and control. Of loyalty and obsession. Of love that burns as much as it destroys. Because in a world built on violence and lies, being Chosen doesn't mean being saved. It means being owned. And Eloise is about to learn that even the strongest flames can be trapped in glass. - a new whole different ride my lovelies a/n

Farah Grant has spent her entire life proving she's more than just the daughter of a business mogul. But when her father's empire faces ruin, he offers her up in a sweet deal disguised as an arranged marriage. The bride? The owner of an empire. A ruthless CEO who's as cold as the steel and glass towers she commands. From the start their relationship isn't made to work. Farah is fiery and passionate but against her "wife's" icy demeanour, it's different. Their marriage is supposed to be all about business, public appearances, and playing happy wives for the cameras. Nothing more. But behind closed doors, well that's a different story. Desire, passion and need make it hard for them to keep it all professional. But then again, contracts can't split but vows were made to be broken.

A kiss. Something simple and sometimes a one time thing. But never has it ever turned into an obsession. up until now. **** Camden POV I'm supposed to be invisible. Unnoticeable. A nobody. That plan is ruined now I guess. All because of a party. A stupid party. A party where I lost my first kiss to a goddess. A beautiful blonde. I tried to remember but my memory was still foggy. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to remember until it all came back to me. Holy shit. I kissed...I kissed Allison Damaris.

"Why were you with her at a party?" Amara asked anger coming off of her as she started into my being. A shiver went down my spine. I've never seen her this mad. Never. "ANSWER ME!" She yelled making me jump a bit before my own anger came out. "Why would YOU wanna know? It's NONE of YOUR business!" I yelled back as both of our anger now filled the room. "It IS my business, wanna know why?" She asked walking towards me at a slow pace until we were inches apart leaning into my neck. "Because your mine." She whispered into my ear. *********************** The popular, the nobodies, and the nerds. The three groups in high school or as we like to call it hell I mean some people thrive in this place but me? No. I'm in two of those groups the nobodies and the nerds but even though I'm in two groups I still get one thing in common. The bullying. But I guess a little confrontation which I hate would give the bullying a whole new meaning.

Grace has always been the responsible one. After losing her parents, responsibility was all she knew-taking care of her younger sister, keeping her head down, never letting herself slip. No parties, no distractions, and definitely no time for love. It never mattered anyway. Love was something that never seemed to belong to her. Until now. What started as a simple tango class, just a chance to learn something she'd always admired, changes everything the moment she meets her. The instructor. Beautiful, magnetic, impossible to look away from. But falling for her is dangerous. Because she's married. She's forbidden. And she's the mother of her sister's best friend. Grace promised herself she would never risk her heart. But on the dance floor, with every step and every stolen glance, she's beginning to wonder if some loves are worth breaking all the rules for.

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭: "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in wlw