Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

BOOK 1 OF THE HERE AND NOW SERIES. This books takes place in the universe of Chronosia, the home of the seven main realms. Pyro, Aqua, Earth, Zephyr, Light, Umbra, and Illusion. Each realm has its secrets, but can Chris help decode them? Will he choose his kin over his entire kingdom in the Umbright war? _______ "I was accustomed to telling my mother, 'That isn't fair!' As a child. Though, life really isn't fair, especially when you're discriminated for who your parents were, or where you're from. Now I'm just a slave for them. The King's magic toy." ~~ credit to @Kiro0002 for harassing me into writing thisss

It all started when a little boy knocked on her door. She never knew that opening that door would open a whole new life for her. *** Ahvi Chrysanthos hasn't had too much happen in her life, or so she'd describe. So, when she lands a new job, she thinks nothing out of the usual for it. Go in. Do great. Don't let them regret giving you the position. That shouldn't be too hard, right? The only thing she wasn't expecting was for a cheeky little boy to knock on her office door. Answering it, she could've never guessed who he was connected to. Azevion Mercier has had a long life, even though he was only twenty-six. He's had a lot of setbacks in his life before he even had the chance to start it. Now, he finally had a hold on things. He'd finally figured out how to work with what he had, and he wasn't looking to change it for the world. The last thing he could've ever expected or wanted was for his new assistant to slither into his life the way that she did. Both are accustomed to a static life. Neither were looking for love, yet their hearts would soon find it either way. The real question lies within whether they have the capacity to keep each other in their lives, or let all the brand new pressure build until they break. And in the middle of it all: a boy who needs nothing more than a stable life.

My story begins on one of the most ordinary days of my life. What was supposed to be a perfectly normal, lovely day at the pool with my friends ends up being a bit of a mess. And what am I supposed to do about it now? I don't know. I mean, on the one hand, he's the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life, but on the other hand... WOW, he's a dream, a pretty hot dream. ***** Hi guys! I write normally all my stories in German because this is my native language but I decided to translate all my stories also in English. One the one hand because I need more feedback about my story and the English speaking and reading community is much bigger. On the other hand, I need to practice my English skills. You probably already found some failures. 😭But it really would help me if you correct me, also so it is more pleasant for everybody who wants to read my story... So maybe there are some grammatical errors or it might sound strange because I used a translator. So sorry in advance! And now have fun reading the story of Lilli and Lennard!♥️

The bad boy, someone she never thought would see her, now the love of his life, the light in his darkness. Lizzy Thompson, invisible till she met him, jake webber(not the youtuber BTW)

This is a story told only in both POV!!!! when his enemy breaks up with the only person he has eya for, him and her get together to make him mad, but it turns into something more...

Book #1 in the Shards of Us series, Can be read as standalone or in order! Two childhood best friends, two families, two hearts. Will they get to have the relationship they want and need? When Caiel moves away, Nyasa and him might lose their chance at love all together... One has a secret. The other has a grudge. How can their love defy all to either ruin them, or bring them back together? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book #1 in the Shards of Us series, Can be read as standalone or in order!

Can we be lovers and friends? 𝐌𝐱𝐌 .

Some roots remember the dead. Some memories never stay buried. Every silence carries a memory. In the veiled court of Wèi Jiāng, the King's silence spreads like winter. Whispers echo through corridors lined in silk and shadow, while crows circle overhead - watching, waiting. Every root remembers the dead. Crown Prince Jūn Hóngyì, bound by duty and drowning in isolation, wears his title like a weight. At his side, Jiǎ Xìnróng - son of a traitor, sword at the ready, loyalty worn like a second skin - stands between the Prince and the knives hidden in smiles. Far from the palace, in a quiet village too small for maps, two young men tend to the world's forgotten corners. Wú Zhènyǔ, the restless healer. Yán Zhōngshí, the soldier who never speaks of war. They live simply. Carefully. As if anything louder might wake something. Every crow knows what we buried. But beneath the ground, something does stir. The dead begin to rise. And a memory - long starved-opens its eyes.