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.

''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "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.

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-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

"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. Lisa was never supposed to fall for Noah. Not the boy who saved her from a playground meltdown. Not the best friend who became her first kiss... her first love... her everything. But when he moved across the world, he left her with nothing but a broken promise and a gold star necklace she still wears like a scar. She swore she'd wait. He swore they'd find each other again. But two weeks after he came back, he was holding another girl's hand. Now it's war. And Lisa's done playing soft. Noah thought leaving Lisa behind would protect them both. He didn't expect to fall apart without her. Neither did he expect to learn the truth-something so brutal it made him question every moment they'd ever shared and see her as a stranger in the skin of the girl he once loved. And he definitely didn't expect to fall into someone else's arms trying to forget the taste of her lips. But Lisa's not the shy girl he left behind. She's colder now. Hotter, too. And every time he looks at her like he hates her, he wants to grab her and make her remember everything. This isn't just a breakup. It's unfinished business. First love never dies. But it might just destroy them both. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ SLOWBURN! word count- 130,000 started- July 07 2023, Finished- May 2025 Copyright all rights reserved

"He ruined me without even trying." ... Savannah Maddox, known for her seductive looks and wild reputation keeps her heart locked behind layered sarcasm, and disappears the second things start to feel real. But beneath the fire and fear, there's a girl who's just trying not to break. Zeyan Chen isn't really known for anything. A quiet, reserved junior, he's perfectly fine with being invisible. But beneath the silence is a sharp mind and the sweetest heart. When Savannah agrees to do Zeyan a favor and help him win over her best friend, it seems harmless. Just a few lessons in bed. No strings, no feelings. That part was easy for her. But nothing ever goes according to plan. #1 in populargirl #1 in nerd #1 in goodboy #1 in virginboy