𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 Astra has always been reckless. But she never expected temptation to come in the form of him-her father's best friend. Older. Untouchable. Completely off-limits. The age gap is undeniable. The consequences, devastating. And yet, the more she tries to pull away, the more she realizes what she feels for him isn't just attraction. And Astra is about to learn what happens when you fall for the one man you were never supposed to want.

Cross-posted on AO3. Tyler Galpin kills a Nevermore student to save Wednesday's life in the Harvest Festival, but he didn't hid it from her this time. She doesn't flinch, doesn't run away, doesn't scream. She helps him hide the evidence instead. Together, the both of them will face challenges to keep the secret that intertwined their lifes together, along with several new discoveries about their past and future. Will the secrets be their anchor or their ruin? That, they'll have to find out. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · "Because I burn for you, Wednesday!" his words cracked like a whip, his hurtful glare burning holes on her maybe not-so-cold heart. "Because even though I'm sure you could rip this son of a bitch in a thousand pieces by yourself, I can't stand the possibility to lose you, not like I lost her." Tyler's tears mingled with the drops of the rain that fell fiercely. The sound of thunders echoing just when the pain was already so heavy on his figure that he couldn't keep standing, falling to his knees. "So, yes, call me antiquated, but I would give my life to protect you in a heartbeat." he breathed. There was no rage left in his words, just pure pain and shame. And she just stood there. Not knowing what to do with his confession, nor with herself. Tyler was scared of losing her. Tyler burned for her. The worst part? Maybe she burned for him, too. ─────────── Attention! This contains explicit details of death and dismemberment, violence, physical abuse and mature content. If you're sensitive about any of this, please, don't read it. Rewriting chapters 1-5. Writing gets better from 6.

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Hunter I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. This is my vow to Violet.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

BOOK ONE of the Falling for a Muller series -(-)- her heart is on the mend, but his eyes are already set on her and he will stop at nothing to make her his. -(-)- "He was an inferno guaranteed to devour me, but, in this moment, I could imagine nothing better than becoming ash in his hands." 🖤 dark romance / thriller 🖤 [ previously "Doctor's Obsession" ]

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

When Evelyn and her long-term enemy, star hockey captain Atlas, are forced to work together on a university media project, sparks fly as resisting their attraction becomes a far bigger challenge than their opposing opinions. Standalone in the Wellsfield University Series ***** Evelyn Hayes has hated Atlas Griffin, the golden boy of their university hockey team, since their very first conversation three years ago. To Evelyn, he's the womanizing, arrogant epitome of rich privilege and everything she despises. So when a university-funded media project for the hockey team throws her into Atlas' orbit, she fully expects them to be at each other's throats. What she doesn't expect is for the snarky comments and daring glares to turn into sparks of undeniable attraction. With Atlas' sights set on the NHL and Evelyn desperate to keep the media lead position she's worked so hard for, neither is interested in anything complicated. Soon, a heated one-night stand leads to an enemies-with-benefits hookup pact. But is either ready to face the consequences when the lines blur and strings start to get attached?