𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ' 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?' 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯. ♥️ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹-𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. ♥️

Emily Willows longs for passion, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant and dashing Edward Jones. If only her oblivious, dreaming neighbour can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth to show her the greatest pleasure of being alive and breathing, and moaning beneath his- But no, he would not. He could not-he would not even want to. As they've been best friends for, well- ever. And life as Emily knows was already over when the fates showed her the blandest stars in the already sinking cargo of her unrequited love life- by producing the gorgeous product of her gender, as opposed to her own mediocre Tomboy self, the one who'd bring shame to even the finest cream of their species. Lara Williams. It was hard to pretend not to predict what happened after she crossed paths with Edward and yet even harder to pretend that the man of hot blood, desires and virility such as him would not succumb to her charms, and even go as far as to fall in love with her. While it was no secret Emily would rather run away than to stay by Edward's side as a supportive friend as he sees her to be, or rather expects her to be, it becomes extremely challenging for her when he provides her to bear the responsibility of their friendship by asking her the biggest favour he could ever ask. The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own. The one she was sure to lose herself to. The one she knew she shouldn't say yes to. But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the way. Oh, dammit, all to hell. __ [ 𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ] ➵𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 "𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞" 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗, 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐇

|#10 in romance| |#1 in CEO| |#1 in desire| |#1 in marriage| |#2 in drama| |#2 in billionaire| |#3 in hotguy| |#4 in love| |#4 in lovers| |#5 in passion| |#7 in trouble| |#9 in lovestory| |#38 in featured| |#46 in truelove| |#107 in romantic| Book 1/3 Anastasia has had it with love. Having suffered from an abusive and toxic relationship, she can't imagine ever loving again. But what happens when she crosses paths with hot billionaire Ethan Woods who has the charms and looks that make girls swoon over him? Will Anastasia succumb to her feelings? What will become of their relationship as constantly numerous figures and Ana's past tend to haunt them? ~ He stopped in his tracks as he stared at me, his eyes scanning my body from top to bottom. I couldn't help but blush and squirm under his scrutinising gaze. He slowly approached me and I lowered my head, my heart pounding in my chest. I gasped as he held my chin, forcing me to look up at him. My eyes met his dark brown ones. They were clouded with an emotion that I couldn't decipher. "You're wearing my shirt." He whispered, his breath fanning my face, making me weak to my knees. I found myself grasping his shoulders to stop myself from collapsing to the ground. His finger traced my jaw and then trailed down to my collarbone, igniting sparks everywhere he touched me. - This is Book 1 of the "MY HEART" series. Sequel is King Of My Heart.

"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED

{18+ smut warning} "He doesn't satisfy like I do Anna, he doesn't touch you like I do and he certainly doesn't know how to fuck you like I do" Reid grips my hips and pulls me foward clashing into his hard chest. "Nobody fucks you like I do" He then smashed his lips to mine, our tounges dancing and moving in rythm with eachother. "Nobody" He murmers against my swollen lips. Book 2 of the his dancer series

All I was asking for were directions, instead I got a bad boy to annoy the heck out of. Who am I you ask? Well, I'm Sydney Carson and I'm the girl the bad boy of Dayton High hates. At least that's what he keeps on telling himself. And, who may this bad boy be? The one and only Jeremy Lloyd. You heard right folks. The guy with the British accent, dreamy gray eyes, brown tousled hair, and a six pack you could only dream of touching. *whispers* If any one asks, you didn't hear that last part from me. What did I do to make the bad boy hate me? Well, lets just say that I follow him everywhere 24/7, I pull off some pranks here and there, but mostly, I annoy him. I just wanted a friend. He just wanted me to leave him alone. I was stubborn. He was irritated. What made us stick by each other? Let's just say there's more to this story than you think.

I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from. I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with. But there are all the witty comebacks, the unplanned meetings at the bar, the rides on his motorcycle, all the laughs we share before the morning ... It does something to both of us. It changes us to the extent where we suddenly can't live without all of this. He is not a good guy. He's as bad as it gets. But he's perfect for me. I want to believe our story is a modern fairy tale with a more realistic ending. You won't get the princess-prince bullshit from me. You'll get it how it is with no sugar-coating. I was no princess and he was no prince, yet we still had something beautiful going on. For a while, at least.

[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

Scarlett Burk is 21 years old. She had been dating her boyfriend, Braden Parker, for 6 years. Her boyfriend just graduated from Oregon State University and she is one year away from graduating at the same college. Braden Parker is 22 years old. He has been dating his girlfriend, Scarlett Burk, for 6 years. He just graduated from Oregon State University and is now going into the NFL, but he wants to be free to do things without a girlfriend breathing down his neck. So he breaks up with her, but not before she gets pregnant with his children. Highest Rank: 947