"Lie to me," he whispered. His face was so close and I couldn't breathe. "Lie to me and tell me you don't want me as much as I want you. Lie to me and tell me you don't want to press those pretty lips of yours to mine right now. Lie to me and tell me you want to be my fucking friend." Oxygen left my lungs. "Lie to me, Alaska Cassidy," he mumbled. - an actor rivals to lovers story - Alaska Cassidy. Famous actress. Rowen Hendrix. Famous actor. Two rivals, whose only goals are to make the other's life miserable. What happens when both star in a romance movie? Three, two, one... Action. - stand-alone - rankings: #1 in "actor" #1 in "movie" #1 in "lie" #1 in "acting" #1 in "rival" #1 in "liar" #1 in "slowburn" #1 in "act" #1 in "rivalstolovers" #1 in "competition" #1 in "compete" #1 in "lying" #1 in "pretending"

He stops talking at the sight of me and looks me up and down, leaning against my door frame. "Damn ma you look sexy as hell." I look myself in the mirror, tracing my curves in the dress. "Thank you, Dion." "You still ain't tell me where you're going though." "I'm going on a date." I say picking up my bag and turning to him. His eyes turn dark and his expression changes immediately as he pushes himself of the frame. "You're going where?" "On a date." I repeat. "With who?" "With Devon." "Devon?!" His voice booms. "Okay, imma need you to lower ya tone." I tell him, scrunching my features at him. He gives a dry laugh and rubs his hands across his face. "Is this because I'm going over to Paige's place?" He walks closer to me. "Fine, then I won't go." ~ 25 year old Venice Carter gets into a strictly pleasure-only relationship with her colleague Dion Miller. Everything works out fine until something terrible happens to Venice's apartment, causing her to move in with him and feelings quickly start to get involved. Both doubt that the other reciprocates and the affection only continues to grow the more time they spend together. Will they admit their feelings for each other or will they continue to hide them and remain co-workers with benefits? Warning!⚠️: Contains explicit sex scenes and mature content. Read at your own discretion.

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228

"Candy Land?" I said flatly. "Are we five?" She gasped. "Excuse me, Candy Land is a classic. It teaches patience. And how to handle betrayal." "I will absolutely not learn anything from Candy Land." "You're afraid you'll lose." "I'm afraid I'll lose brain cells." ●○●○●○●○●○● They're coworkers with clashing personalities-Nico is a reserved, no-nonsense, sarcasm-loaded type who avoids socializing like it's contagious. Willa is the peppy, chronically kind coworker who bakes muffins for the team and says "good morning" like it's a sacred ritual. Their company is hosting a weekend retreat meant for "team bonding." Everyone else is staying at the main lodge-but due to a reservation snafu (thanks, Sharon from HR), the last two employees to confirm end up stuck in a separate remote cabin. A blizzard hits. Hard. No power. No WiFi. No escape. Just them. And one bed. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 13,940

My bandana is yellow. Dani tied it for me. Worse: she's the team captain. Worse than that? She keeps calling me "Mango Commander." "Alright, Commander," she says, jogging up beside me with two coconuts and zero shame. "You're on water balloon defense. If you get hit, we lose points." "Who designed this?" "Me," she says proudly. "Also I may have borrowed half of it from a summer camp activity called 'Fruit Wars.'" She hands me a coconut. "Why are there faces on them?" "For morale." I stare at her. She stares back. ●○●○●○●○●○● When an uptight billionaire CEO is forced to take a "mandatory" corporate retreat at a beach resort - a PR stunt to prove he supports employee well-being - he ends up rooming next to the most enthusiastic, sunshiny employee in the entire company. She's on the trip because she won a "Wellness Champion" contest for being a ray of positivity in the office. He's there because the board is threatening to remove him if he doesn't start showing a human side. Too bad she loves sunrise yoga, group karaoke, and interrupting his peace with coconut-scented chaos. And worse: he might actually start to like it. And her. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count:22,155

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

Alina Danes is moving to a new high school after her grandparents passed away and left her money to live. She was scared and hated school in the first place let alone moving to a new one. The Briggs Brothers wore the classic bad boy look and were very fear inducing at their school. They spoke to no one but each other and found no relevance in relationships. None of them looked at the girls attending their school or spoke to the boys. However that was until a nervous Alina was blasting her music in their first class. Her pretty green eyes wore a glossy look that made the boys crazy. She was found bullied later that day and the people doing it would face consequences. 3 Sadists and one innocently gorgeous girl. How will it work out?

Warning: Mature (18+) Content! #1 in Chauffeur 2023 #12 in Slowburn 2023 #3 in Arguing 2023 #8 in Sexualtension 2023 #15 in Sexual 2023 #1 in Spanish 2023 #11 in Kids 2023 #4 in Affair 2023 #69 in Kids 2023 #13 in Mature 2023 #6 in Interracial 2023 #71 in Steamy 2023 #20 in Lovestory 2023 **** 25 year old Celeste Hendersen's marriage is failing. And it has been for a while. The spark is fading, and she's not sure what to do anymore. Her husband is hardly home. And when he is, his mind remains on work. He doesn't take her out on dates like he used to. He doesn't shower her with gifts or offer to massage her feet like he used. They barely even have maritals like they used to. So when she builds a connection with her attractive and mysterious new chauffeur, Celeste finds herself craving a man who she's certain can give her what she lacks in her marriage. **** Will Celeste cross that forbidden line and explore her possibilities? Or, for the sake of her daughter, will she keep her desires bottled up and fight for a marriage she feels has lost its fire? Find out what happens in this steamy drama!

1 Brother (Jack) and 2 sisters (Anna,Brianna) are on a party and they don't know that after a little later things will get freaky

Welcome to Rosegate-where the tuition is obscene, the students are spoiled, and the competition is cutthroat. Alex Vale and Liam Westbrook have been neck-and-neck since the moment they set foot on campus. Genius rivals. Top of the class. Enemies by reputation... and dangerously obsessed behind closed doors. Every month, one of them walks away with the title of Scholar of the Month. Every month, they claw tooth and nail to win. But when rivalry turns into something hotter, darker, and so much more addictive, neither of them is ready for the consequences. Feelings? Forbidden. Distractions? Deadly. And yet... They can't stop. Not when jealousy bites. Not when one of them ends up naked in the other's bed-begging. It's war. It's lust. It's love in disguise. From Chapter 10: "You think you're in charge just 'cause you've got a monster in your pants?" "Newsflash, Westbrook. I'm still the one riding you." He grips my hips like he's afraid I'll float away. "Then ride me, baby." I rock against him once, and his whole body jerks. He's too big. Way too big. The kind of size that should come with a manual and a warning label. "Fucking hell, Liam-" I gasp, just from touching it. "Are you trying to split me open?" "You can take it," he whispers, eyes dark and wide. "You're perfect. You're mine." No way I'm backing down now. I slick myself quickly-too quickly, maybe, because when I lower myself, it's insane. The stretch makes me shake. My thighs tremble, and I gasp so hard I lose all my breath. "F-Fuck," I whimper, bracing my hands on his chest. "You okay?" he breathes, suddenly not cocky at all-worried, soft, wrecked. I nod. Barely. "Shut up and let me adjust."