I call him the devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks, I cant help but let him in. "You're not as Evil as people say you are." "No." He laughs. "I'm much worse" He held a knife, a gun, and smile. Assuredly, the most fearsome weapon he wielded was that minefield of a smile. _____ He was dangerous and he was dark, some even said he was the devil himself, his hands were never clean they were scarred with murder. Yet, I was drawn to his darkness in ways I didn't understand. I danced with his demons, and I played with his twisted mind. His eyes; his animalistic eyes ran through my soul following me, chasing me... He looked past my innocents and brought out my beast within, like the metallic taste of nightmares. Ever luring my deprivation into his forbidden dark forest, and loving him with madness was the best way to stay sane. #1 in Stephan James #1 in Crime 11/23/19 #1 in killer 12/2/19 #1 in kidnapper REWRITING Under major editing

This story is rated 18+ due to its mature and sexual themes. Read at your own risk. ------ Just as Brook was about to turn 17, her parents passed away in a tragic car crash. A year later, just before she was about to turn 18, her older brother Alex and his best friend Jace moved back in with her in their parents house. At first Brook wasn't too psyched about Jace moving in with them, but starts to fall for his bad boy/ gentleman charm. Does Jace feel the same? Will they fall in love, or would it all be just a dumb fairytale. ------ Sneak peak I felt his hand slide to my hips as he pulled me off the bed and onto his lap letting me straddling him. I held onto his shoulders, shocked to what he was doing. He licked his lips and it turned me on. I put one had on his face turning it to the side. He let go of my hips and started to grab my ass. He made the first move allowing me to make the next. I kissed his collar bone once before licking all the way up to his neck, nibbling on his earlobe when I finished. He let out a small grunt. "You're not the Brook your brother told me about." He licked his lips again. I grinded my hips into his. "You don't know who I am." I corrected him as he sucked on my neck.

Nobody can forget their first kiss. Even if you were only 6 years old. Especially when the person who kissed you was your older brother's bestfriend. After Blair's father died, she became distant and her brother Blake has become very overprotective over his younger sister. His bestfriend, Aiden, was overprotective too. 10 years later, they're having a normal college life. After a few incidents, Aiden begins to look at Blair under a new perspective. But isn't there an unwritten rule about staying away from your bestfriend's sister?