𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's determined to prove she's not as easy to break as the girls before her. [DISCLAIMER: The intended audience for this book is 18+.] © Tear Me Down may not be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

Fresh out of college, Nora Hawthorne has one simple goal: savor a carefree Italian holiday before "real life" begins. Dragged into a glittering boutique by her friend, she collides-literally-with a woman who seems carved from steel and secrets: Victoria Rossi, the millionaire and the CEO of her own company, and whose name is whispered with awe and fear. Victoria is cold, commanding, and impossible to read-and yet, something in Victoria's gaze softens when it settles on Nora. Nora tells herself it was nothing. A strange, fleeting moment she'll never have to think about again. Until fate intervenes. She discovers that she's been hired at Victoria's company, forcing them to meet again. Can the warmth of one heart melt the ice around another? Or will the feeling Victoria felt towards Nora be able to tear down her walls before they even have a chance to crack?

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] I havent seen her since i graduated high school. I was too ashamed to reach out due to how my life turned out. But after five years, five years of not thinking about my ultimately biggest high school crush i bumped right into her. And all those feelings came rushing back like they never left.

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)