"What things are you talking about? What the fuck has gone wrong for you, Colton?" I ask as I shove him one last time, but as hard as I can. His eyes flare. "Fine!" he yells. "I saw you again!" "What?" I ask. "I saw you again, Andy," Colton says, softer this time, more defeated. "I don't...what does that mean?" I ask, frowning. Colton runs his hand over his face. "I don't know. But bad shit's been happening to me, okay?" Colton says. "And then I get stuck on a flight with you and everything makes sense. Everything except the fact that you can't be mine and you're the only thing that makes sense." I swallow. "I...Colton, you-" Colton smiles in a fake way. "It's fine. It's fucking perfect," he says. "But I just don't understand why-" His voice breaks. "Why what?" "Why I can't have you when you don't even want Bryce," Colton says. Andy Reed flew home from New York expecting a quiet Christmas. The last thing she ever expected was to see Colton Samson. All she wanted was to get away from the intensity of Med-school and her distant relationship with Bryce. She didn't want Colton to tear into her life all over again. But spending time with Colton makes Andy realize how lonely she is. And just as she falls into Colton, Bryce is back with a question she never expected. Colton's determined not to let Andy go. He lost her once, and he won't lose her again. But he's hiding something that might make him lose the one thing he wants the most. Andy never thought she'd have to choose between Bryce and Colton again. But now her choice is more important than ever. It's not just high school anymore. Will Andy follow her heart, even if it will only lead her to heartbreak? (Can be read as a stand-alone)

It's nearing the holidays and Cordelia isn't about to deal with her family nagging her about being single during this time of the year, again. She's so desperate to escape the harassment for being alone she's willing to make a deal with any decent looking man she knows her family will approve of. Luckily for her, one fateful day brings her Franco. He's running from the law for a crime he may not have actually committed, but Cordelia doesn't need to know that. She just needs him to play boyfriend for a couple months, and she promises him she'll do almost anything in exchange for just that. [UNEDITED]

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?

[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.] His name is Khaos, and he came from nowhere. My name is Audrey, and I'm no one. He's broken. I break things. We're perfect for each other, except we're not. Perfect. *NOW ON RADISH FICTION APP ON iOS. UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY KHAOS-DAY*

Sworn to the Blake family before her birth via a betrothal ceremony that was sealed in blood - one she knows nothing about - Rosaline has no idea how her life is about to change. She lives a normal, if not simple, life in the city limits of Seattle, WA with her cat Zeus. That is, she did until she woke up in a potential nightmare. Enter Daemon Xander Blake. Cold, distant, and controlling; the three words that best describe him. But then, so do sexy, mysterious, and alluring. And let's face it, what's a girl to do when she's trapped inside a cavernous, eerily comforting castle filled with every luxury imaginable to man - aside from plotting her escape, of course? But as time stretches on, Rosaline finds herself in a compromising situation; she may just be falling for Mr. Tall Dark and Relentless. And when said man makes a proposition to her one night - one concerning her departure from all things related to her glamorous prison, and essentially, Daemon himself - she can't help being more than enthusiastic about hearing him out. But can she really trust anything that he says? Excerpt: My body, previously uncomfortably close to Daemon's, was suddenly flush against him; my chin, between his index and pointer finger in a firm grip, was turned towards him; and my lips were slowly being ravaged by his in a demanding manner. Several different emotions began to assault me and I couldn't think to save my life. I let out a small whimper when he traced a fang lightly, teasingly along my bottom lip. His hands, no longer caging me in, where suddenly on my hips, digging into to the sensitive flesh there as he pulled me impossibly closer to him. It wasn't until I began to feel his lips moving down my neck, that I panicked. My mind, still hazy from the high that accompanied Daemon's touch, decided that it would be wise to pull away - but when I went to push at Daemon's shoulders he let out a low, threatening growl. Unedited. Weekly Updates. All Rights Reserved to @Chuggs3y.

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."