The world is split in two by a fence separating the upper Class and the lower Lawless societies. Class are raised to hate Lawless, believing them to be dangerous and uncivilised, with the exception of Dove Amor. It's one thing when she begins to question the morals of Class and another when Sage Creed appears in her bedroom one night, holding a knife to her neck when he gets caught on the wrong side of the fence. *mature & language warning*

Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

London Fane is faced with the devastating news that, due to her recklessness, she has lost her scholarship to her dream college. With that, her last choice is BlackWell. When she accidentally bumps into a certain boy in the library, London becomes fascinated by his shyness. So she does everything in her power to get him to talk to her. Even if that means forcing him to help her leave campus and not get caught by security. August thought that would be it with the troubled girl but he was wrong. After finding out that she was in his class and a project had just been assigned, he knew that there was no way off of this ~ || Highest Rank || #1 in shy boy 5-31-22 #1 in sweet boy 6-8-22 #1 in innocence 6-11-22 #1 in sad 7-21-22 #1 in happiness 8-28-22 #1 in past 12-10-22 #1 in lust 2-16-23 #1 in street racing 3-14-23 #1 in good boy 7-23-23 #1 in good boy bad girl 8-7-23 #1 in temptation 11-22-23

Warning: This book is NOT suitable for people who can be triggered by: - VIOLENCE - SEX - BLOOD - GORE ** This is the second book in the "Make Me" series (?) ** For five years, no one heard a word of Jude and Seth, but when they suddenly show up in hell people are left even more puzzled than before. Seth's bloodthirsty to find Veronica, but he doesn't have much time to live... The prophecy is nearing them, whilst Lucifer, Jude and Seth are dancing around their inevatable fate, but they all have to pick sides sooner or later... "Nobody can run from death, Even Chaos has to rest, Deep in the ground where he stays, While hell's throne awaits"

His lips broke away from mine leaving me panting like crazy and made their way to my cheek. Leaving a hot trail of kisses from my cheek to my collarbone, brushing the tip of his nose against my skin, his mouth moved up to my ear and I could feel his hot breath prickling my skin. "What's your name sweetheart ?" He spoke for the first time and I was shaken to my core, my eyes rolling back from the pleasure that my body and mind were experiencing. His voice is as smooth and soft as silk, and at the same time as rough and cold as a stone. He sounds like an angel and a demon at the same time. How is that even possible? ------------------ Lust, Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, and Sloth. The Seven Deadly Sins, gathered inside a creature so powerful, that he can destroy the world and let all Hell break loose in the span of a minute. He brings death and destruction everywhere he goes, making people succumb to their desires since forever. He is the son of God. The first and only Fallen Angel. The ruler of all sins. He is the King of Hell. The Devil. He is Lucifer King. * !Slow updates! * Warning! Mature and sexual content !! 10 in #Satan 03/11/21 7 in #Devil - 26/12/20 1 in #Hell - 02/04/21

His sharp teeth nipped on the tender skin of my neck. I froze, not knowing whether to expect pain or pleasure. "I've had many women before, but none of them tasted as sweet as you." My lips parted when he reached his hand down toward my stomach. "Maybe it's because I have type O blood," I joked. He let out a deep chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "I was talking about this," he dipped his hand into my pants, causing me to let out a quiet sigh, "but your blood tastes just as good." - Working at a mental institution in a small town had always been dull for Ophelia Fawn. It took an interesting turn, though, when a mysterious new patient by the name of Xander Dimitri came in. Ophelia had never really believed in the legends that circulated around town about mystical creatures, but Xander was somehow convincing her otherwise in very enticing ways. // #1 Vampire

▪▪▪ I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back "The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing. He's full thick lips press into a tight anxious line. "I-I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." I step in even closer, finding myself at just a suffocating inch distance from him. Warmth and the scent of lavender engulf around me. He licks his lips nervously, running his tongue wetly over them and causing my gaze to drift down with the heat of unexpected thirsty hunger. I reach out gently, letting the hot wet cover smear against my thumb, applying a little pressure to the plump softness. He watches with heavy breathe, chest slightly heaving. I smile, noticing when his eyes darken with the burn of lust as he stares back at me. "You--" I lick my thumb "--are such a moron." * Ivy Bathory. She's everything dark...yet she feels. After a tragic childhood in her small town, she is left broken. A dead serial killer for a father and a runaway mother who couldn't care less what happened to her. Her life is practically over, she's hated and loathed by the society, living in the shadows of her fathers wrong deeds. And all she's done is keep people at a distance...until she meets him. Drawn to how much his eyes twinkle, Ivy can't stop herself from hoping. Begging and hoping that maybe...there's something to live for. Something to fight for in the midst of the oncoming storm. She doesn't want trouble...she just wants him. ⚠W A R N I N G ⚠ This story contains : ♔ S e x u a l / M a t u r e C o n t e n t ♔ E x p l i c i t La n g u a g e ♔ E x t r e m e V i o l e n c e ♔ B l o o d A n d G o r e ♔ U n e x p e c t e d s h i t (h e h e) A/N : I'm a bitch with issues. Please don't come at me if this story doesn't turn out to be your ordinary clich

C O M P L E T E D : 24/02/22 Sienna Callum was popular - scratch that - she was the queen of high school. She had tons of gorgeous friends wishing to be her, smoking hot flings, and an unbelievably trendy fashion sense. But, she needed one more thing. Decent grades to graduate. Roman Lawrence was a nerd - scratch that - THE nerd of high school. Yet, his exceptional intelligence made him stand out among those seeking to learn. He had one problem though, the girl he'd been crushing on since kindergarten didn't like him back. One of the reasons? His lack of experience.... sexually. This isn't boy meets girl. This is mouse meets vixen. This is what happens when these two opposites strike a deal and things get hot. "So, here's my offer: you tutor me in school, and I tutor you in sex." _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #virginboy 1 #goodboybadgirl 1 #nerdboy 1 #scandalous 1 #populargirl 1 #tutor 1 #badgirlgoodboy 2 #forbidden 2 #eroticromance 3 #sexy _____ S T A R T E D - 05/03/2021 C O M P L E T E D - 24/02/2022 (word count: 200,000 - 250,000)

Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN