Raeni Williams and Daniel Kennedy are complete opposites and, after a rush hour coffee incident, sworn enemies. With five people competing for two spots as photography assistants at a top fashion magazine, they both vie to make it. All while sabotaging the other. Strangers turn into work rivals, which turns into hatred... and maybe even love. Spicy chapters will have a ☆ on either side of the chapter number. For example: ☆ ten ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ black woman/white man enemies to lovers work rivals rich boy/poor girl billionaire ceo asian woman/white man

18+| 𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠? Small-town girl Sullivan Miller has long graduated from high school. Still suffocating in a dead-end job and left reeling after her toxic ex-boyfriend's betrayal. Rock bottom is grim, until rescue comes from the last man she expects: Juda Walker. Juda used to be her stepbrother. Sort of. Their parents' mess of a relationship ended years ago, but the boy who once shared her room every other weekend is now a single dad with a farm, a construction company, and a guest room he won't let her refuse. It should be simple. She needs a place to land. He needs help around the property. The whole town already thinks they're family, and they've always been friends. But early morning chores and home-cooked meals feel different now. His hands linger where they shouldn't. The new life Sully's building under his roof is starting to feel less like a pit stop and more like the home she's been aching for.

Yeah their toxic...but what couple isn't ;) _________________________________________ "Go on", he said slapping her thigh, he could feel her letting go and it was turning him on to unnatural heights seeing her get this dirty for him. "Grind against my hand", he gritted into her ear, and she did just that, grinding her hips in deep circular rotations as he worked her nub. She could feel that famous pleasure boil within her, letting her know she was close. ________________________________________ Everyone has a soulmate, someone they're destined to find. Until that moment comes, we often spend our lives imagining who they might be. But Jason and Krissy don't have to wonder much longer, as one ordinary evening in detention, a substitute teacher drops a bombshell: they're each other's soulmates. Neither of them is thrilled. They come from opposite ends of the school's social hierarchy, and they've spent more time rolling their eyes at each other than dreaming of true love. But Destiny doesn't make mistakes. Now, Jason and Krissy must decide whether to fight fate - or fall into it. Can they unlearn everything they thought they knew and let themselves desire the only person Destiny has said they were born to love? WARNING: I'm rewriting the story. Chapters with ✨'s are rewritten and contain new themes and storylines. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 18+

I cannot stay here long. I have stayed too long already. The town has started to know my shape. Her father knows my strength. Marcy knows my silence. Petals knows my face well enough to draw it. That is danger. A smart man leaves before roots form. A weapon does not grow roots at all. "What do people call you?" she asks softly behind me. Subject 249. Asset. Animal. Monster. The Russian word one guard used before I broke his jaw. A memory of a black-haired man snapping something over my shoulder with blood on his hands. Mikhail. Alexei. The name Alexei sits somewhere deep, but it is not reachable. Not fully. It feels like a locked door. It feels like a man who died at twenty-one and left me wearing his bones. I cannot give her that name. Not when I do not know if it is mine. Not when saying it might wake things that should stay asleep. So I choose the one I have used at the docks, the one written on no paper, the one old fishermen can pronounce without questions, the one that feels borrowed enough to abandon. "Nicholas," I say. Her voice is careful. "Nicholas." My hand tightens on the curtain. The name sounds different in her mouth. Less fake. That is dangerous too. "Nicholas," she repeats, softer this time, like she is testing the shape of it, like she is sketching it in the air. I let the curtain fall and turn back toward her. She is watching me with tired eyes, frightened but curious, still in pain, still too cold, still too beautiful for the small room. Every time I look at her, the plan changes. That is the problem. Before the store, I was leaving before deep winter. Before the drawing, I was leaving within a week. Before the snow, I was leaving tomorrow. Now she is here, wrapped in my blanket, her ankle in my bandage, my name in her mouth, and tomorrow feels impossible in a way I do not understand.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

"I've always been better at the show part of show and tell," he breathes into my skin. [EDITING] __________ Nandi is a 20 year old college student whose life took a sudden turn into the world of cartels, taxi wars and crime. She tries to find her place in all of the chaos, but only one person can help her and that is herself. She wins some and loses some too. It's almost unbearable but it seems to only be the beginning of a tale to be told for generations to come. [Sequel in the works ;D] Completed | 25/12/2022 Word count | 96 418 Highest ranks: 12 | South Africa 1 | Gender based violence 88 | Competition 157 | Young Parent 14 | Cartel 1 | Paradigm shift 76| Wealth 2| Options

"𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋" he said, She rasied an eyebrow, " 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?" The next moment, Her face was down hips up and she Was begging for more. *** Lucy, a young woman bored with her life and craving something exciting, begins writing letters to Mark Hughes, a notorious, dangerously charming inmate convicted of violent crimes. What starts as curiosity and fantasy turns into obsession when Mark becomes fixated on her in return sending her money, gifts, and eventually showing up in her real life. As their connection deepens, Lucy finds herself pulled between fear and desire. She's drawn to the thrill and danger Mark brings, even though she knows he's capable of terrible things. But the more she plays with fire, the closer she gets to being consumed by it. Mark doesn't just want her attention he wants her entire life. Her world becomes tangled in his as he pulls her into his web of power, control, and twisted affection. By the time she realizes it, it's too late she's become part of his empire, his possession... and maybe even his weakness. This is a heavily sexual book so before reading just know you gonna see a lot of smut and self masturbation. All editing done. Updates weekly!

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.