She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow. He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean. When one meets the other, galaxies collide. [𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝟼𝟼𝟼 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜] #𝟷 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚌𝚒𝚊 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟾, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #1 assignment (dec 21- may 12)

Whitney Lowe is too comfortable. Nothing has changed from fifteen to twenty-five. Her boyfriend will never propose. The promotion she wants will never come. She doesn't know how she got here. So when her brother breaks his leg and offers her his non-refundable plane ticket and the apartment he already rented in Italy for a month, she blows up her life - only to have Alden Miller, her brother's best friend, blow up her vacation. Alden has always been a little out of reach for Whitney. He's two years older, a huge flirt, and lives life like a nomad. So there really isn't anyone better than him to show her how to find herself again.

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

"You like it, don't you?" "What?" I managed to breathe. "The fear, Miss Night," he mused, "you crave it." _______________________________________ Sabina Night owes Antonio Marafi her life. But when he asks her to spy on the Russo crime family, Sabina starts to wonder if maybe her debt is too high of a cost. Gio Russo: ruthless, handsome, and intelligent. Too intelligent. He knows that Sabina's hiding something. But what is that worth when he can't seem to stay away from her? He's about to find out. ________________________________________ **Updated Weekly** **Mature Themes**

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.

**Mature content | R18** Isabelle Winiata never thought her life would spiral. Then, her flatmates set the bathroom on fire and blamed her for it. Now she's starting over somewhere new, somewhere daunting... living with her best friend's older brother. Alex Kennedy is thirty-two. Disciplined. Controlled. Completely untouchable. Until Isabelle walks through his door. She's impulsive. He's restrained. And one night changes everything. Isabelle thinks she is alone... until Alex comes home and finds her exactly where he shouldn't. That is all it takes to blur every line between them. Top rankings <3 #4 in #love #1 in #lovestory

''Tell me how it feels,'' he says. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect. Like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat zip to my toes as my nails scrape down his back. I don't think about what comes next -- him pulling his shirt on and leaving. I don't feel heartbroken when I imagine myself alone in here. It's casual, our intimacy. And it's too late to renegotiate. ***** When Fox hooks up with his new roommate at a masked club, he has no idea their fling is just the beginning. The woman he's living with is the same girl who shared candy with him under a playground slide. 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 STANDALONE NOVEL *ANGSTY EMOTIONAL SLOW BURN *MEN YEARNING Copyright © 2024-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

Confidence is a hell of a drug, and for Skylar Evans, the high is magnificent-but the comedown is a total fucking bitch. It starts with the catastrophic snap of a heel and ends with a face-plant into the expensive, custom-tailored chest of a man who looks like he owns the sunrise-and probably the bank you keep your meager savings in. Fresh out of the Ivy League, armed with elite coding skills and a caffeine addiction she refuses to apologize for, Skylar wants one thing only. Control. Over her career. Her future. Her heart. Then she meets Carlos D'Artagnan. He is the devil in a bespoke suit. A predator who breathes strategy and exhales liquid heat, wearing a smile that promises heaven while his silver gaze drags you straight to hell. He is elegance sharpened into a weapon, a towering monolith of power built on a foundation of secrets and scars. The moment his eyes lock onto hers, the air in the room doesn't just thin-it catches fire. In that one, soul-stripping look, Skylar realizes the encryption on her heart has been bypassed; her carefully guarded life is about to be dismantled, piece by agonizing piece. One reckless encounter drags her into his orbit of corporate warfare and whispered betrayals. Carlos thought he had buried the monster he used to be, but the past is a debt that always collects. Now, it's rising to reclaim him, and Skylar is the only collateral he's not willing to lose.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ─────୨ৎ───── 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 feels invisible. As the daughter of the Royal Academy's football coach, everyone assumes they know her, but no one truly does. Beneath her fake exterior lies a girl drowning in secrets, desperate for someone to see past the facade. Then 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 '𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄' 𝐎'𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 the academy's new star footballer, steps into her life and starts to notice the cracks in her armour. Connie has his own struggles. With a father who's relentlessly pushing him to become a football star, he's constantly fighting to meet expectations he isn't sure he can fulfill. The last thing he expects and needs is to find himself distracted and drawn to a certain curly haired blonde. ─────୨ৎ───── When I park in front of her house, I speak up before she can say goodbye. "I know you're going through something." The words come out rougher than I intend. "You try to hide it, but I see right through you, Carmen Castro." "Aaron..." Her eyes drop to her hands, her fingers twisting together. "You don't have to tell me anything. But I need you to know that I'm here for you. Whenever you need me. Okay? You can text me, call me, whatever. I'll drop everything." Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. She looks... scared. Not of me. But of something else. "Please?" I add, my voice breaking. I was never one to beg but ever since meeting Carmen, I've been a fucking beggar. She swallows hard and nods her head slowly. "Okay." Then, gives me a weak smile before slipping out of the car. [ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ] #1 mental health #1 addiction #1 awareness #1 academy #1 teen love #1 drugs #1 football #1 sad #1 rehab #2 healing #3 sportsromance

Forbidden Flames: Spicy Series Book 1 My Best Friend Sky She was just my best friend until I caught her using the vibrator. Zoe He was just my best friend until I found out how his lips tasted. *** "Can you explain why you're soaking wet for your best friend, Zoe?" He makes circles on my clit in agonisingly slow motion with his thumb. As I try to move against his hand, he keeps me still, clutching my waist with his free hand and pinning me to the wall. "Answer me." "Please, Sky," I whisper, but I'm not sure what I'm pleading for. My body is betraying me, wanting more of his touch. "What, please? Do you want me to stop?" "No," I whisper. "Then what do you want?" Oh, God! Why is he doing this to me? He's my best friend, we share such a pure bond. How can I just ask him to make me cum? It feels so weird and embarrassing.