Dark!James 'Bucky' Barnes/OC AU ~~~ Margaret Everlee is a terribly timid little thing. Living her life as a struggling artist in New York, trying to find her place in the world. That is until the CEO with a dark past, James Barnes sets his sights on her. His infatuation is instantaneous, becoming a man possessed. Desperately needing her to be his own little doll and willing to take down anyone that gets in his way. This story is 18+. Specific tags in the first chapter.

An intensely passionate man, James Patrick March is longing for something. What could it be? Perhaps you should look in the mirror, Y/N.

One thing that is never mentioned in the Hotel Coretz is the disappearnce of James March's one true and only love. But what will happen when she reappears? Will love rekindle?

**EDITING IN PROGRESS __ If you find that a chapter is in past tense and the following one is in present tense it's just because I'm making it all in past tense. Thanks for understanding** Sasha Jordan, 20, ends up sharing her dorm with Rocky Lynch, 21, one of the most famous College's bad boys, who will introduce her to a brand new world of mystery and insanity into Hotel Cortez's walls. - "Miss Sasha, you're like a murder on Christmas' Eve" - James March.

• D e s c r i p c i ó n • Pequeñas historias que no están conectadas entre sí, todas ellas serán dedicadas para el acosador que nos vuelve loco; BoyFriend. • A c l a r a c i ó n • Todos los derechos de la franquicia "Your Boyfriend" NO me pertenecen, solo las historias que escribiré aquí. Todos los créditos son de: • Inverted nind Inc. • Black Shepherd Games La portada está hecha por mi pero el FanArt pertenece a: • ShioMatsu2 • A d v e r t e n c i a • 》NO está permitido la copia de este libro《

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

Briar has to move to a new place with her mother after she has found a new job. One that can benefit both of them. She now has to go to a new school which she is not looking forward to and meets a boy with who she wants to try new things. But with her mother's past experience with her father, is she able to leave the past in the past? -------- "I'm going to shower," I say and get up. I hear him shuffle on the floor before his voice comes from right behind me. "I'm coming too." He says. I turn around and look at him. "What? No, you shower after me." I say and enter the bathroom. He's right behind me so I playfully push him away. Which did nothing considering his muscles. "Or....we could shower together." He suggests and shoves us both inside, locking the door behind us. -------- Alec Hart is the quiet type. He doesn't talk to anyone who he thinks isn't worth talking to besides his best friend. He's never really had an intimate relationship and is not looking for one, that is until she came. He's taken an interest in her and is willing to wait for an eternity to ensure her happiness.

!All rights reserved! When Aubrey moved to a small town, no one warned her about him. She didn't know that he was dangerous. She wasn't told the small town stories. So when she runs into Xavier one day she has no idea who she is dealing with. Xavier is the leader of a motorcycle club that has terrified his small town since his parents were killed. He is ruthless and has made a point to shut off all emotions. Aubrey refuses to believe anyone is that bad. She refuses to fear him and in doing so, puts herself in a dangerous position. Now it is up to Xavier to decide weather to leave her to take care of her self or give in and go against his nature to be the hero. Thank you @honey_sprinkles for the cover!! Heavy editing on seconds half of story!!!!!

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.