"Du kannst versuchen es zu leugnen, dich zu widersetzen und mich von dir fern zu halten. Ich werde aber nicht aufgeben, Ella.", knurrte er leise und kam langsamen Schrittes auf mich zu. Mir blieb die Luft im Halse stecken, als er schier zärtlich mit einem Finger über meine Wange streifte. "Ich werde Dich nicht aufgeben..." *~*~*~*~*~*~* Was würdest du tun, wenn du 200 Jahre in die Vergangenheit reisen würdest? - mit nichts als das, was du anhast und mit dem Wissen, das du besitzt. Ella Blanc ist Medizinstudentin und wird eines stürmischen Abends vom Blitz getroffen - und in die Vergangenheit versetzt. Während sie versucht einen Weg zurück in ihre Zeit zu finden, muss sie sich durch den schweren Alltag schlagen. Ohne Internet, ohne Autos, ohne Elektronik. Der Herr des Hauses, in dem sie aufgenommen wird, ist ein skrupelloser, machtgieriger, frauenfeindlicher und herzloser Mensch - und obwohl er alles widerspiegelt, was Ella verabscheut, entstehen ungewollte Gefühle zwischen ihnen. Die Hass-Liebe, die sich entwickelt, reicht durch Raum und Zeit. Aber werden sich die beiden ihren Gefühlen so einfach hingeben? © Alle Rechte vorbehalten

„Weil ich nichts wert bin." Zischend vor Schmerz will ich ihm meine Hand entziehen, die er noch immer fest umklammert hält. Aber dafür ist es schon zu spät. Mein Ärmel ist ein Stück weit hochgerutscht. Sein Blick ist auf die blauen Flecken, die roten Wunden und die Narben fixiert. In seinen Augen spiegelt sich Entsetzen, Verwirrung und dann Erkenntnis. Vor Schreck zucke ich zusammen, als mir dies bewusst wird. Schnell winde ich mich aus seinem Griff und ziehe den Stoff meines Pullis so weit es geht über meinen Arm, um die Stelle zu bedecken. Aber das ändert nichts an dieser erdrückenden Tatsache: Er hat es gesehen. Ich weiche einen Schritt zurück. Übelkeit beginnt sich in meiner unteren Magenregion auszubreiten. Er hat es gesehen. ~*~*~*~ Emilia hat gerade ihr Abitur mit einem herausragenden Schnitt bestanden. Sie hat ein Stipendium für die beste Uni des Landes bekommen und ihr lang ersehnter Traum vom Journalismus-Studium erfüllt sich. Man könnte meinen, ihr Leben könnte nicht besser laufen. Wären da nicht ihre Selbstzweifel, ihre Erinnerungen an die Vergangenheit und ihr eigens errichteter Kokon. Sie will an der Uni ganz neu durchstarten und alles hinter sich lassen. Doch da hat sie die Rechnung ohne Mason gemacht. Mason ist der Torwart des städtischen Fußballteams und ist damit so ziemlich das Gegenteil von der kaltherzigen, lernenden, arrogant wirkenden Emilia: aufgeschlossen, herzlich und beliebt. Doch Mason glaubt nicht so recht an Emilias Kaltherzigkeit.

"Why is it that whenever I try to get closer to you, you always shy away from me?" Aiden asks, hurt dripping from his voice I look at him and instantly i'm filled with regret and fear. "You wouldn't understand Aiden." I say pleading with him "Try me," He challenges. "Listen," I pause. "I need you to understand that when I push you away, it's because it's the only thing I know how to do anymore." He opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him, holding her palm up like a white flag. "You need to understand that everyone else has left and my problem," I say raising my voice. "My problem is that I'm scared," "I'm scared of getting too attached to someone, until eventually, that someone has the power to control me. To end my world when they feel like it." Aidens eyes bore into mine but he doesn't say anything. "Are you attached?" He asks. I glance away and then back at him nodding "With you? Too much." I say as a tear rolls down my left cheek "I'm scared that you are going to leave." I whisper as Aiden wraps his arms around me. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A grumpy figure skater and a golden retriever Hockey Captain.

❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚?❞ ꕥ She's beautiful, intelligent and seductive like her mother. But merciless, wicked by nature and cruel like her father - the most feared man in the city. 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 The youngest and strongest daughter of the most powerful man to roam the streets. They raised her to be everything they are and so much worse. And that's exactly who she had grown up to be. But even the daughter of the devil falls in love. She didn't plan on falling for her brother's best friend. But he was just so funny, charmi- covered in tattoos and such a bad influence. ꕥ MATURE SCENES !! ⚠ HIGHEST RANKINGS🏆 #1 gethelp #1 addiction #1 roommates #1 tension #1 secretrelationship #1 badboy #1 possessive

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

When a sweet innocent Kat finds herself crossing paths with the dark and dangerous Renzo of the Boston mob she has no idea who she let into her life when she accepted help from the handsome man. Read this, and let the slow burn unravel. -Dark Romance- (Stand alone in: A Shade Darker series)

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

Disclaimer: Contains instances of verbal bullying and fat-shaming. ****** Like any other twenty-year-old Harper Young has problems: keeping up with her college assignments, trying to figure out mixed signals that society sends about her body, and dealing with a boy who just can't stop bullying her for her weight. You know little big problems. But the last one, that goes by the name of Adrien Augustine, is now getting bigger. ****** Excerpt: "You're sick." He really is. "You know what? I am sick." "Then get help and leave me alone!" "You're my help Peppa." He steps closer and my heart thuds. He leans down, inches separating our faces. I see something feral swirling in those black eyes as they roam over my face. He really resents me. "Seeing you strut around with your swollen body makes me sick. You getting rid of that disgusting flab is what going to help me Peppa," he coos mockingly. I suppress a whimper. He's pure evil.