FORBIDDEN ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS Dark, twisted, and heartbreakingly passionate, it's a forbidden love story about enemies with benefits, obsession, revenge, addiction, and a love that refuses to die, even when the world demands it. How can it be wrong if it feels so fucking right? ... And then his mouth was on mine. It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was a collision of teeth, breath, desperation and fucking vodka. My back hit the mirror, the cracked glass rattling as his hands slid up my thighs, gripping, lifting me like I weighed nothing. "Lorenzo-" "Shut up," he rasped against my lips, kissing me harder. "Just - shut up." I clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and pressed closer, his hips slotting between my legs as he pinned me to the mirror. Every inch of me screamed to shove him away. Every inch of me burned to pull him closer. His hands were everywhere, spreading over my waist, skimming up my sides, catching my jaw to tilt my head just so as his mouth devoured mine. The cracked mirror dug cold into my back, but the heat of him was a wildfire swallowing me whole. "You hate me, remember?" he muttered against my mouth, biting my bottom lip before sucking it back into a kiss. "I do," I gasped, nails scraping down his arms. "Good," he said darkly, kissing me again, harder this time. "Hate me harder." I did. I kissed him like it was a fight, like it was revenge, like it was the only way to breathe. ... fractured love trilogy #2 [can be read as a standalone]

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I think you should stop being so mean to me, Zahed." "Why would I ever do that?" Aryan grins, a bright, wicked thing. "Because I kiss you like this." • Mira Zahed and Aryan Shankar are at war. When her best friend and his cousin decide to fall in love, Mira and Aryan do the complete opposite. Neither of them can get rid of the other, bound together by their doe-eyed lovebird best friends for all eternity, so it appears. However, sooner or later, Mira and Aryan's rivalry extends past the biting brunches and hot glares across the UCLA campus, to a series of kisses that burn like hellfire and three whispered words that glow brighter than the hot hatred they'd risen from. But even when Aryan kisses her like no one else, Mira still just might kill him one of these days. After all, they were at war. © archeronta 2020

When lonely artists Ashton and Ria come together, nothing can prepare them for the collision. They're drawn to each other like day and night, but with more in common than they could ever know. After being burned by past lovers, they're hesitant to give their connection a chance, sending them on a journey of discovering themselves and one another. Though the longer they spend time together, painting love across the starless nights, the faster shadows of the past slip through the cracks of their fantasy. Beneath Ashton's gentle exterior rests a nest of lies. He's hiding something, a past so dark it puts Ria's very life at risk. Blinded by her need to free him from pain and self-destruction, she takes his flaws head-on and falls onto the radar of his most ruthless enemies. With lies, secrets, and schemes storming over the horizon, it'll take everything to keep Ria from falling into darkness as she attempts to save Ashton from his own. .・。. ✧ second draft; unedited This book contains the rewritten version of Strokes, Tides, and Stars. Each book will be separated into parts.

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©

Preston Rothwell was American royalty until the fire burned away his charm and replaced it with something darker. Something wicked. Copyright © 2020 by moonpilots. All rights reserved.

And lead us not into temptation, they said. She fell into temptation nonetheless. Well, actually, Angel fell in love with her own temptation: Lucifer. But she is not very interested in being freed from this evil; she wants temptation. She wants to fall out of desire. She wants to sin. She wants to be sucked in by the dark and impassive look that always conquers her. They warned her. And he knew it too. They could not fall into temptation. They could not want each other. But Lucifer wanted her. The problem is that loving each other seemed like paradise, but it could become a real purgatory. USED TO BE: THE DEVIL'S LOVE

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.