"What are we doing Alex?" He breathes against my lips. That's too sensible of a question, so I ignore it. My brain has yet to return to my body, and right now that is the last thing I'm worried about. "Stay." I whisper against his mouth, my words flowing without any thought. "Stay?" He sits up fully, which results in me straddling him. His expression is full of curiosity and mild shock. "Like stay stay?" I don't respond with words. I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I'll start to overthink and I can't afford that. Instead, I pull my shirt over my head. I do it confidently, in spite of my boldness starting to dissipate as the seconds pass. Ryan swallows. His eyes trail down to my breasts, before he looks at me again with a look I can't name. "Are you sure?" He stares into me. "Promise me you're sure." "I'm sure." I tell him softly. "I promise." ******* ALEXANDRA MONET is a twenty two year old girl, freshly out of college. After landing her dream job working for top fashion designer Adrienne Walker, she moves from a small town in Florida, to the boisterous city of New York. Since before she moved, Alex mapped out a clear plan for the direction of her life. None of which could prepare her for RYAN RUSSO...the snarky, sarcastic boy who she'll soon find herself thinking about constantly. As much as the two think they can't stand each other, there's an underlying attraction that eventually grows too strong for either them to bare. So they make an agreement... An agreement that is supposed to be void of any and all feelings, but over time it becomes a lot harder than expected. It's supposed to mean nothing. Less than nothing, but unfortunately some things just don't go as planned. Warning: Mature scenes and language.

Luca's Pov I paused. Something hit my nose before I saw it. I looked around until I saw the long locks of hair. In front of me was the most ravishing woman on this planet. I couldn't begin to describe her beauty. It was one only someone could have dreamed of. I couldn't help my eyes from taking in all of her as fast as I could, I eyed her from where I stood. Inspecting every single aspect of this muse in front of me. I couldn't see much from where I was standing, and my legs begged to get closer. I could feel the heat in my rise to the surface, and the beast inside of me itched to lash out and take what was his. As I stood there, I started to imagine the rest of her, as I looked under the table I could see her tanned bare legs which could only mean one thing, that she was wearing some sort of dress or skirt and I could help but feel the heat rising in me again, but this time it wasn't my wolf, it was me. As the smell of after rain and lavender got stronger, I got weaker. It wasn't until I met her dull doll-like gray eyes that it struck me. Mate! *********************************** _____________________ read and enjoy -M

When Vika gets kicked out of her flat, she moves in with her friend under one condition--she must babysit Cleo--the friend's best man's cat! She doesn't expect Cleo's owner to be the cold but delectably sexy Noel. And it turns out they'll be spending a lot of time together... ***** Self-proclaimed unambitious Vika is down on her luck. She's been fired from her job, kicked out of her apartment, and now she finds herself on her best friend's fiance's couch facing writer's block and a dreary future. To top it all off, she has to earn her keep by taking care of her friends' best man's cat. Vika's their maid of honour, so she can't exactly say no to such a simple request, especially when the best man in question is the drop-dead gorgeous Noel. Soon, sparks fly between Noel and Vika, but their chemistry is put to the test as wedding duties get underway. Can they keep the fire burning long enough not to make a scene at their friends' wedding? [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

"How can you draw the line between good and bad when you live in a society where everything is grey?" Rhiannon Barin is just your regular, albeit very talented "Ragnildia", an epithet for elemental magicians, studying in Aranéia Private University. A part of academic institution designed specifically for gifted people much like her own. Because of her talent, Rhiannon always seem to get ahead of herself, often to the point of thinking that she's better than others because of her very special trait: 'being born with two of the most violent elements to control.' A sprinkle of fire and a dust of thunder always seem to make Rhiannon's life passes by easily... Until one 'unintentional' failure leads her towards a journey that will unlock a dark secret hidden within the walls of Aranéia, of tales buried by the time, threats lurking in the dark and of ambitions bigger than the sun. Just how far will she go to save all the people she loves? Will her fire be enough to burn the evil that hides within the shadows? Only time will tell. --- Amazing cover by: @Kat-Nova ❤

Claire was never the girl that got the happily ever after. Instead, she was the one standing in the sidelines, whose only scenes consisted of her being a major bitch. And when you're stuck in a plot line that doesn't allow you to be anything but the bad guy, the only way to get a happy ending is to STEAL one. [Highest Ranking: #43 Humor] ©2014 by BubblegumAndInsomnia, All rights reserved.

"One, call me Emilia. Nothing else. Two, my bed is my bed. Not yours. And, three, remember I am the one in control." His grip around me tightened and pulled me closer in one fluid movement, pressing my chest roughly against his. Who does he think he is? This is a waltz. Not a tango. "And what if I were to break those rules?" he asked, the corner of his lip twisting into a smirk. It was that very look that makes me want to shove him right up against a wall. Hard. "If you were smart," I said, fluttering my eyelashes innocently to look up at him, "you wouldn't test me." "I have to warn you, Miss Sinclair," he replied in a lower, huskier tone, "I can be stupid when it comes to a beautiful woman." Before my lips could even part to gasp, he leaned into me and pressed his cheek against mine, his hot breath brushing against my bare neck as he whispered, "And I'm definitely not scared of you." Just as he pulled away, I dug my fingernails into his shoulder and pulled him back into me. "Oh," I whispered back into his ear, "but you should be."

It's the middle of the night and it has finally come to your attention that you have mercilessly devoured the last of your Ben and Jerry's, leaving none for an intense movie marathon. Well, what do you do? Reschedule movie night for a date when you do get your greedy little hands on that ice-cream? No! Of course not. You go outside in the middle of the freaking night, by yourself, on foot to the nearest convenient store in hopes to quench your thirst for that heavenly ice-cream, is what you do. Too bad that fool proof plan just got you tied up and duct taped in the back of a van. Yup. Kidnapped. ----------------------- A lot of things remained a mystery about Skyler Brooklynn, aside from the life-threatening addiction for ice-cream and obsession over childish things. She had lived her life mostly alone, away from her gambling father and late mother, so most of her mysteries, even she didn't know. Like the part where she had zilch idea, she had been signed off in place of a great deal of money to a devilishly handsome crime boss. Wait what? And after completely abandoning Sky and making off with the staggering amount of money, her father disappeared from her life replaced with an arrogant, all-business, and uptight gang leader who had returned to collect what was rightfully his. Her. #4 in Humor, Highest Ranking. ©️All Rights Reserved

❝Hey. I think I need some advice. I fucked up big time.❞ ❝What did you do?❞ ❝I asked a girl out on a date.❞ ❝How did you mess up then?❞ ❝I think I like her.❞ a story about a girl who gives love advice via text message and the boy who needs it. [ extended summary inside ; dialogue book ] gorgeous cover by @_grimm #1 in shortstory; 28th Jul. 2020 Warnings: mild swearing and some really cringe moments

*BEING EDITED VERY SLOWLY AND HEAVILY* I gasped, glancing at the boy next to me. "She cursed... is that a bad sign?" He makes a funny face and looks at me. "You should run." "Great." Rich and privileged, Jordan Rossi had it all. Maybe too much of it to the point where she didn't realize how spoiled she was. Until she got expelled and practically got kicked out of her nice and comfy home to get shipped to a whole new state to live with her cousin. Her parents sure hoped that would be enough to get her to be a bit more responsible without anyone to fall back on. It's never that easy when there are bad habits to break. Especially if she's lived with those habits for seventeen years. New rules, new people, and a whole lotta of homework, Jordan sure hopes she gets through it without murder on her mind. [][][] Highest Rank: #13 in Humor on the What's Hot List Cover by @the_sinking_swimmer

Callie didn't ask to roadtrip with a wanted criminal, it just sort of happened. Highest Rankings: car | #37 | 5.8.18 roadtrip | #184 | 5.8.18 criminal | #299 | 5.8.18