Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

"I will fuck you up if you screw me over." 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | in which, a model goes onto a love show because of a dare and leaves finding the man of her dreams. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ( caleb mcdaniel x oc )

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥..." Poet was used to being the second choice. Actually, she was used to not being chosen at all. The girl blended into the background easily, it had always been that way. Sometimes, passion wasn't enough to put you in the spotlight and she was okay with that. Riot had always carried the weight of his mother's ways on his shoulders. He was the oldest son. The protector. The rock. He never would have thought these things to push him closer than ever to his soulmate. Not when he wasn't even sure what he wanted his own love story to look like. Their love was never expected to be but maybe it was supposed to happen that way. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS WHO GET SHOVED INTO A ARRANGED MARRIAGE BOOK ........... They don't kiss. They clash. They were born into violence and raised to be monsters. He kills on command, leaves bodies as warnings, and smiles while doing it. She's just as lethal-sharp blades, sharper words, and a temper that's ended men twice her size. Their families are sworn enemies, their blood feud written in gunfire and graves. Their affair was never tender. It was teeth and nails. Knives pressed to throats. It was rage-fueled sex that felt like war-hands around throats, promises whispered like threats, pleasure taken out of spite. Then their parents catch them. Instead of punishment, they're forced into a marriage meant to stop the bloodshed. A contract signed in blood. A wedding guarded by armed men. Now they're bound together, wearing rings like restraints. Their fights turn violent. Their nights turn feral. Hate bleeds into obsession, and obsession into something far more dangerous. They're trapped in a gilded cage, sharing a bed they swore they'd never sleep in willingly, playing devoted spouses while plotting each other's destruction. Marriage turns their private war into a public contract. A shared bed becomes a battleground. Arguments end with hands slammed against walls, steel glinting between them, promises whispered like threats. Every touch dares the other to flinch. Every moment alone feels like it could end in blood-or something far worse. Every argument ends with threats. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every night is a battle neither can afford to lose. Because in the mafia, marriage is a weapon-and when hate tastes this good, love might be the deadliest sin of all. .............. "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war."

Fairytale kind of love... It's a mystery to Destiny, her dating history isn't the best example of fairytale love, honestly, it was never 'love' to begin with. After her recent boyfriend proved that love will never occur in her life, she decides to make her senior year of college, all about self-love. Which she truly did in the beginning, but that was until Trevor Walker decided differently. Destiny and Trevor have been in each other's lives since the beginning. They loathed each other from the start as well. Him always being a jerk to her, but that was just the way he was. But, the real truth was he never knew how to express his love for her. Now, the love is stronger than it's ever been and he will stop at anything to be with her.

Been Holding The #5 spot down In Shooting for Like a Month an A Half ❤️🤣 #2/ shooting / 314 #1/#2 contemporary lit / 1123 Love ain't always enough to save you. Sometimes, it's the very thing that breaks you. Trenton has spent his whole life surviving-dodging bullets, burying pain, and protecting the people he loves from a world that never protected him. With a criminal record, a temper too hot to tame, and three siblings depending on him, he's got no room for softness. No room for mistakes. Then Angel shows up. Quiet, country-raised, and guarded, Angel is running from her own demons-a controlling home, a past of silence, and a future she desperately wants to claim as her own. She never meant to fall for a street boy with a bad reputation and a guarded heart. But Trenton is more than his past, and she sees the man hiding beneath the violence, the pain, and the anger. Together, they find a rare kind of peace. But peace doesn't last in a world built on loyalty, betrayal, and blood. When secrets unravel and the streets come knocking, Angel is forced to choose between the love that set her free-and the self she finally found without it. Raw, emotional, and unflinchingly real, this urban love story cuts deep into the truths we bury and the hearts we break trying to heal. ● Instagram accts For inspo ~ this isn't A fan fic of any person. So please imagine the people as you want. Swavy.lee Lovechrys Chouxziza Vietsgirlnextdoor Luc_flexem

Siri, play You Da One by Rihanna... Something about him feels like a warning- and a promise. A Chicago Love Story

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me. ❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me. ❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She cried out, biting her lip to quiet her moans, trying her hardest to deprive me of that soul quenching satisfaction. I gently tug at her bottom lip with my thumb, releasing her lip from her teeth, wanting to hear every cry come from that pretty mouth. ❝That pussy of yours says otherwise❞ I moan, repeatedly slamming in and out of her, basking in her seductive aura, feeling myself crumble from her touch. ▂▂▂▂▂ What occurs when two fundamentally different worlds intersect but relate to one another more than anticipated? These two kingdoms will do more than clash when an aspiring mafia boss and the Boss/Daughter of one of the most powerful drug lords in history come into contact. Their lives will twist, turn, and even collapse trying to keep a tight grasp on one another. What happens when one of the most lethal pairings, power, and lust, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

"If you were really my best friend, you'd see that you were the only person I've ever wanted to be with. You've been dating everyone else while I'm just sitting around waiting for you to open your damn eyes!" I yelled at him as tears streamed down my cheeks. He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly confused. He then held a sympathetic look on his face when he saw how passionate I was about this entire situation. I can't believe he didn't realize all these years that he was the one I wanted to be with all along. "How was I supposed to know Riley? You didn't tell me shit!" He yelled back at me but still held his same sympathetic look. I shook my head at him, wiping my face as I backed away from him, stepping into a pile of snow in the process. There was already snow on ground but more snow had just started to fall from the sky. "Look, I have to go. My mom wants me home for dinner." I said turning on my heels and walking away towards my house. I didn't even bother looking back but I knew he was still standing there. I wondered if he'd run after me or if he'd sweep me off my feet like I always imagined but no, nothing. Just broken dreams and maybe even a broken friendship. *For hopeless romantics

Adonis Carter Vance and Marilyn Imani Wilson are not only rich, but their families are connected. Competing in school and in mind. She would hate to be seen with him and he would hate to be seen with her. They hate each other's guts. The shit is mutual. But.... after all hate is an exhausting emotion, and one night, everything changes. Now, they have a new arrangement. Who breaks first. No feelings. No telling. Just a dangerous game that gets ever so fueled beyond control. It's haters with benefits-the ultimate game of chicken, and the rules are simple: the first one to catch feelings loses everything. With friends, parents, and the world looking in, how chaotic could this be? Let the hating game begin.