She's his son's teacher. He's impossible to resist. One reckless weekend together and they're done for. Sophia is addicted. Peyton is obsessed. Now it seems neither one can let go. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* {{Yours for the Weekend is a completed story of mine that grew very popular for me on another platform. I will be moving all parts over here to Wattpad}}

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

She is lonely, deeply shy, and constantly aware of how she doesn't fit in culturally, racially, or physically. She finds comfort in Skye, who becomes a close friend, and slowly builds a quiet, secret connection with Yuri, a mysterious man who watches her from the shadows but always ensures she gets home safely. Their relationship simmers with tension, complicated by Ayana's sexual inexperience and Yuri's dangerous lifestyle. The two fall into a slow-burn romance that turns sensual, vulnerable, and increasingly intense. Ayana doesn't yet know that Yuri is involved in violent criminal activity the same world that threatens her safety.

(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

Four years have passed and a lot has changed. Joella is in her final semester of college and she is excited to start her new journey as a young adult in the 'real world'. Her confidence has grown and continues to grow as she finds her way. She's still the same sweet girl, she just speaks her mind more these days. Haden is still his normal cold, dominating self. Only showing his soft side to his one and only Joella. He's spent the past year getting more acquainted with his club Blaze and learning the ends and outs of Cooper Inc. His grandpa (Grandpa Russo) is ready to step down and is placing more pressure on him to step up and take over the 'family business'. The return home is anything but simple. There's still hidden agenda's and resentment for the couple. They escaped their past once, but can they do it again? Will their love over shadow everything or will the stresses of the world tear them apart? This is not a stand alone book. Read The Stepbrother first. I do not give permission for my story to be published or shared anywhere else with out my knowledge.

A vixen's bold offer and a virgin nerd's fascination Amara Alana wasn't just bold. She was passionate and full of life, with an effortless charm that left people spellbound, whether in admiration, envy, or somewhere in between. Popular, witty, and known for her killer style, she had it all. But with her grades slipping and her dreams on the line, nothing felt as easy as it once was. With her ambitions threatened, Amara turned towards a rather... unconventional solution. One that involved the smartest, yet most reserved guy she'd ever come across, the genius-nerd himself. Juda Harrison wasn't just reserved. He was a textbook nerd in every sense of the word, a genius with a gaze that missed nothing and a silence that held its own presence. He didn't belong in her world, and he didn't care to. But somehow, fascination, her deal, and most of all, temptation pulled him in anyway. Because when he almost let her kiss him, everything shifted. ━━━━⊱♛⊰━━━━ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒 ♛ 1 ) - Teach Me, Tempt Me (completed Aug 2025) ❆ 2) - Please Me, Tempt Me (coming soon) ━━━━⊱♛⊰━━━━ 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 ❥ profanity ❥ explicit sexual content ❥ alcohol consumption ❥ sensitive topics ❥ mild violence ━━━━⊱♛⊰━━━━ 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 #2 goodboybadgirl #1 opposites attract #1 popular girl ━━━━⊱♛⊰━━━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 20/03/2025 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 31/ 08/ 2025

[18+] MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ "Are you going to hurt me?" Evalyn said slowly, taunting. "I could easily knock the breath out of you, lass," Elijah growled, "I just need to press hard, on the right spot." "Do it." She dared him, though her voice was uneven, her cheeks were red. "No," He said simply, making her relax, "Because there are other ways to knock the breath out of you." ───────────────────── S Y N O P S I S After receiving a letter from her dead father at her college graduation, Evalyn Gonzalez finds herself crawling back to her home town. She's hell bent on uncovering the truth surrounding his passing because what was thought to be a suicide years ago, may no longer be one. It turns out nothing is what it once seemed to be. Or rather no one. Evidentiary files have gone missing. Key witnesses are dead. And then there's ruggedly-handsome, reckless and troubled Elijah Blue, who Evalyn can't seem to help crossing paths with.

The first thing he noticed wasn't the blood in the glass. It was her. Draped in crimson silk, barefoot, smiling like she'd been expecting him. "You're not very good at breaking and entering," she said. Her voice was honey and rot. Cassian tightened his grip on the crowbar. "I didn't think anyone was home." She stepped forward. "You were wrong." And God, he was. SLOW UPDATES!!!

𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆