*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

(Book 3 of the Mafia standalone series) Giovanni Romano x Anna Ivanova/Mancini Giovanni rested one arm on the steering wheel, the other lazily against the center console. He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth already threatening to curve into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me something in Russian." I looked over at him. "Why?" "Because I want to hear you speak it." I sighed dramatically before turning my gaze back to the window, pretending to think. "Fine." I let the words roll off my tongue naturally. "Ty bezumno krasiv, i eto menya strashno besit." Translation: "you are really handsome and it annoys the fuck out of me" The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. "What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged, keeping my face perfectly innocent. "It means..." I paused, as if translating carefully. "...you're insufferable and really annoying." "Hm." Just hm? I frowned. "That's all?" His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as a slow grin spread across his face. Then, in smooth, surprisingly fluent Russian, he leaned closer and murmured, "Spasibo, chto nazvala menya krasivym." Translation: "Thank you for calling me handsome." My entire body froze. I whipped my head toward him so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. "You- " He laughed. "I never said I didn't understand Russian, tesoro." I groaned, dragging both hands over my face. "I hate you." I murmured as heat crept into my cheeks, and I looked away before he could see it. Tropes: Single mom x Single dad Mafia Romance Forced proximity

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) Matteo Rossi x Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

Jessica Yang x Alex Astor For the ones who loved without being loved back, For the hearts that waited in silence, trusting that if two souls are meant to meet, the universe will always find a way. Some loves arrive late. Some loves arrive bruised. But the love written for you will always find its way home. May you remember that fate never rushes, but it never forgets either.

Sarah Andersson Smith x Adrian Valentino "No. No, I didn't stalk you." The words flew out far too quickly, drenched in panic before I could stop them. Shit. How the hell did he know? Adrian only looked at me, his lips curling into that infuriating, lazy smirk that somehow made him look even more handsome. He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as if he already knew exactly what I was thinking. "Really?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm. I swallowed. "Then how do you explain running into me outside restaurants?" He took a slow step closer. "Or bars." Another step. "Arcades." Each word chipped away at my confidence, "You always manage to appear in the same hallway I'm in." he continued. Heat flooded my face. This bastard. He was enjoying every second of this. "They were... coincidences?" I offered weakly, even though it came out more like a question than an answer. Adrian laughed. The sound settled somewhere deep in my chest and made my knees feel suspiciously unstable. "You need to become a better liar, little liar." Before I could react, he reached over and ruffled my hair. I frowned, swatting his hand away. "But I didn't lie" I muttered, clinging to what little dignity I had left. His smile only widened. "Sure you didn't." The words came out as nothing more than a whisper. Then, before my brain could catch up, he leaned in. His lips brushed against my cheek, soft enough to make me question whether it had actually happened. My breath caught. He pulled away with that same smug smile, turned on his heel, and walked off as though he hadn't just short-circuited my entire nervous system. Halfway down the hallway, he glanced back for the briefest second. I could've sworn I saw him fighting another smile. He hadn't just figured it out. He'd known. The countless times I'd "coincidentally" crossed paths with him. He'd known all along. And somehow... He'd let me keep doing it.

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

Isaac pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. "Look at me after I kiss you" he says, voice low and rough, like he's fighting for control. I nod, breathless, cheeks flaming. "Are you shy?" he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. I shrug, my voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what to do. It's my first time kissing someone." Isaac's eyes soften. He smiles-a slow, dangerous smile that sends another shiver through me. "It's also my first time, Mila" he says, voice warm and low. My head snaps up, eyes wide. No way. He's too good at this. "It can't be" I say, disbelief colouring my voice. He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. "Just because it's my first kiss doesn't mean I don't know exactly what I need to do to make you feel good, sweetheart." Heat blooms in my cheeks, spreading down my neck. My hands tremble as they rest on his chest.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

"I'm gonna give you butterflies. I'm gonna let you feel every part of my body and I'm gonna feel every part of yours. Every single inch you want me to touch, I will. I will please you however you want me to, Liz. you want that don't you?" I nod, quickly. "Yes." "Good." He grabs my underwear and rips it off me, nibbling on the crook of my neck, keeping me in a spiral. "Please, Lucas." "What is it, my love?" "I want you. Please." This book is only published here, nowhere else. if you see any of my work outside of this platform, please report to me. <3 Thank you for reading! #1-sweetheart as of 15/05/2024 #1-hugs as of 11/10/2024 #1-explicitlanguage as of 28/04/2025