[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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short nsfw bdsm concepts. everything is fictional and consensual. read at your own discretion.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Trope: Best friends to Lovers My best friend~ "This love wasn't easy. But it's always been ours." Adrian Vale and Iris Quinn~ Best friends since diapers. One night of heat. And a slow fall neither of them saw coming. She's scared to love again. He's never loved at all. But if they ruin this - they'll lose everything. Still Choosing You - because sometimes, love doesn't ask. It just happens. Adrian: "I don't know when it stopped being just desire... but every time I touch you now, it feels like I'm begging you to stay." Iris: "I told myself I'd never fall again... and somehow, you became the exception without even trying." But love is loud - even when it starts in silence. And when the fear of falling collides with the risk of losing everything... the only thing left to ask is: "Would you still choose me, even now?" ✨ A friends-to-lovers, no-going-back kind of romance. ✨ Raw. Lustful. Slow-burning and soul-deep. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start the moment you break the rules. And still... choose each other.

Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

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Jaxon Reed and Elizabeth Torres have been best friends their whole lives, they know everything about each other,they do everything together, they live together, they go out together, eat together. Elizabeth has never dated anyone because she couldn't find anyone she felt really safe with, and Jax...well that's for yourself to find out. „What if we aren't meant to be?" she asks. „Why don't we find out?" I respond.

"You're going to pay for that." I whispered to her, making sure to graze my mouth across the spot that makes her breath hitch. When I saw her remain unfazed, I leant behind her and switched on the shower... causing a small gasp from her beneath the chilling water. Placing both hands either side of her head, I leant into her and hovered my lips above hers. Neither of us moved until she finally breathed the words that made my knees weak. "Oh, just fuck me already." ~~~ A plane journey was all that stood between Rebecca Brooke and Ashton Miles. One hour and 20 minutes in the sky was all that it took for her to arrive at her perfectly planned summer in France. However, falling for her 'Bestfriend's Brother' and 'Brother's Best Friend' certainly wasn't on that plan. Suddenly her whole month away, that she spent caught up in steamy romances with Ashton, began to feel so right. Yet somehow, so surreal... ~~~ ••🦋MATURE SCENES🦋- she a bit smutty ;) ••⚠️WARNING⚠️ ~this starts off as you average romance but nothing is as it seems~ ~~~ ~BEST TAGS~ #1 in brothersbestfriend #1 in childhood #1 in bliss #1 in holidayromance #1 in jealousy #1 in hotness #2 in boyfriend #4 in badboy #4 in player #6 in handsome #11 in badboylovestory #12 in mature #20 in brothers #28 in crush #34 in steamy #35 in teenfiction •Started 22nd December 2020• •1k Reads 28th December 2020• •10k Reads 7th January 2021• •100k Reads 20th May 2021•