She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin

When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers. Or When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat social media & irl (Updates every day or every other day)

I. Descendentul criminalului II. Umbrele trecutului III. Un alt Barrow Un individ care se integra perfect în mulțime, aproape neimportant. Genul de om pe lângă treci zilnic si nu poti sa il privești de aproape pentru ca e un necunoscut, iar ochii lui negrii te-ar intimida. Imaginează-ți ce s-ar întâmpla dacă ai ajunge în aceeași cameră cu el pentru mult timp. Imaginează-ți că nu vrea să îți vorbească pentru că te considera inferior. Ce faci? Te conformezi. Însă el nu se pricepea să ascundă lucruri, uneori poate dă impresia că nu e nevoie. Cadavre? Crime? Cine era acest individ? Cu cat timpul trecea mai mult cu atat întrebările se adunau si trecutul îi ieșea la iveală. Îl privești din nou, îl compari cu omul de la început și vrei să plângi privindu-i. Acum nu mai erau una si aceeasi persoană oricât de mult chipurile lor semănau. Acum unul dintre ei era masca, iar al doilea era sufletul.

I. Descendentul criminalului II. Umbrele trecutului III. Un alt Barrow Timpul schimbă oamenii. El nu a crezut asta, nu credea că timpul poate să îi schimbe si principiile. Nu mai era același Robert Barrow care plecase în urmă cu 2 ani. Scopuri noi, dorințe de îndeplinit, si toate astea pentru ce? Pentru ca voia să fie mai bun decât cei de dinaintea lui? Voia să își dovedească faptul că e mai bun? Acum nu. Acțiunile lui se învârteau în jurul unui singur punct, același ca al noilor parteneri. Însă în momentul în care s-a văzut în tablourile artistului lumea lui s-a crăpat în două. O parte din el trăgea să continue ceea ce îi aducea puterea, iar cealaltă căuta o cale de scăpare în mâinile persoanei ce l-a schimbat în bine.

I. Descendentul criminalului II. Umbrele trecutului III. Un alt Barrow Războiul a luat întotdeauna persoane dragi din sânul familiei, lupta pentru teritoriu și putere e mai presus de viețile câtorva soldați. Luati ca un întreg ei nu reprezintă decât niște oameni simplii, dispuși să își riște viața. Însă luați separat mereu va exista măcar o persoană pentru care aceștia sunt importanti și nu ca soldați.

O poveste sinceră și dulce despre autodescoperire, despre iubirea de sine și dragoste adevărată. Doi băieți adolescenți din București sunt surprinși să afle că sentimentele pe care le au unul pentru celalălat poartă o încărcătură neașteptată. Ce se va întâmpla cu ei? Se vor speria sau vor acționa conform propriilor pasiuni și trăiri? Lectură plăcută!

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY #5 CEO

(Can be read as a standalone.) She never questioned my silence and a ten-year-old me found it fascinating. So, when she declared herself as my best friend I didn't question her back. As the second in command to my brother, I swore myself to always protect her until one-day things went out of control and a distance grew between us. I don't feel emotions as intensely as others but with that distance between us, I was hit with a fierce longing and need for my best friend, one which went beyond the lines of friendship. Lilith Thomson might be the most average-looking woman but I wanted her with a passion that defied all odds.