"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.

Five years after the death of her partner, former Crossfire agent McKenna Holloway has left behind the life of gunfights and espionage for a quiet, solitary one in the country, far away from anywhere her enemies would expect to find her. She's hidden her identity exceptionally well, changing everything from her appearance to her name, but one man will stop at nothing to find and destroy the only person left who could solidify the case against him for Carmen Santos' murder. When a threat is received by McKenna's former teammates at Crossfire Security, lead agent Jace Decker makes it his personal mission to seek out his former nemesis and warn her about the looming danger. But when McKenna turns down Jace's offer for protection, he refuses to take no for an answer, deciding to prove his worth to the woman he'd butted heads with since day one. ©️ 2024 Evergreen Books Warning: This book is rated mature and contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes.

Embittered by her past, Kiara Chatterjee chooses to move to London and start afresh. As a surgeon who's always in demand, the last thing she needs is any kind of distraction, AKA, a romantic interest. She loves her privacy as much as her sleep, but much to her chagrin, she's forced to share her appartment with her frustratingly handsome neighbor (and enemy), after a mishap. Never the one to believe in fairytales, she soon finds out that her roommate might be able to break her notions on love. __________________________________________________ Kim Seo Joon believes he's a charmer, and rightfully so. When he meets his new Indian neighbor, sparks fly, only, in a not so positive way. To say she frustrates him without trying would be an understatement. A criminal attorney who always looks at things as evidence and people as witnesses, Seo Joon quickly realises his neighbor-turned-roommate could probably be the only person he trusts with his heart. Tropes: • Enemies to lovers • Forced Proximity • Fake dating • Indo- Korean • Obsessed MMC

'Look at me, Celeste,' he gently lifts her chin up with the tips of his slender fingers. 'I'm right here, okay?' *** When Celestine Vora enrols at the elite Marion University to study medicine, the last person she expected to come face to face with was Adrian Schulz. Always condescending, never conceding. As her brother's best friend, he always caught glances of her in the background, the silent, quiet shadow of an adopted girl who never quite matched her brother's innate talent. One who always seemed to be a hindrance, his biggest competitor for valedictorian in high school. He was looking forward to a fresh start. That is, until she shows up in front of his apartment in the middle of the night, and shakily utters the words, 'He's missing.' ~ [This is a work of fiction. All events and characters are fake.]

Welcome to Red Ridge, where the water is warm, the weather is hot, and the relationships are slow-burning. Reed Langley is a smart girl, but she tends to lose her common sense when Farris Matthews is in the same room as her. The problem is that this is often the case, seeing as they're best friends. She was warned against being friends with the bad boy, but nobody can deny that he loves to be around her. She wanted a bad boy who is good for only her, and she got one. But she wants more, and she's starting to realize that she can't get it from him. Charlotte Alexander has everything she wants. Almost. Maybe it's 'the chase' or maybe it's just insta-lust, but she's wanted Alexander Thompson since the day she met him and he happens to be the only guy who doesn't seem to want her, but she's not planning on giving up any time soon. Maddison Kingsley is a fighter. But usually, she finds herself fighting to be alone, so her new inclination to fight to be close to someone so different confuses the hell out of her. Aaron Alexander apparently knows who she is, or maybe it's just her reputation that he's heard of, and she finds herself wanting a chance to show him that she's not who they say she is. Lucy Kennedy is the new girl on campus, and she's painfully aware that she's only there for soccer. She almost decides to give it up entirely until someone convinces her to stick with it in order to continue doing what she loves. She quickly develops a confusing crush on a friend, trying desperately to untangle her thoughts and feelings before she loses all that she has.

"The worst part of this whole situation was that he was attractive now. He'd been cute in high school. I remembered, because my eyes had lingered on him the longest of the four boys. He had bright green eyes, a smattering of freckles, and dark, wavy hair. Those things hadn't changed. What had changed is that he'd come into his body, and he was now filled out quite nicely. A little gawky looking then, now I could see the muscles in his arms, and he stretched the black shirt he was wearing in a perfect way. I hated that I thought he was hot enough to drool over. I wanted to slap some sense back into myself. " -Emma Shelby "I couldn't help but stare at her. I wasn't usually one for ogling women, and I had never thought that I had a type. But the instant that Emma had stepped into view, I knew my type was her. She had long, tan, muscular legs, emphasized by her fairly short shorts and booties. And then there were her shoulders. I had never seen someone with such beautiful shoulders. Well-defined, I could see the muscles shift every time she turned the car. All that was before I got to her face. Her face wasn't classically beautiful, but it was intense in a fierce sort of way. Something about her looked intelligent, and though I couldn't place it, I found myself drawn to it. I wanted to stop looking at her, but I really couldn't help myself. It might have been the four beers that were causing me to get borderline obsessive. " -Axel Clark ~~ They met once four years ago, their senior year in high school. That moment, although they barely knew each other, was the beginning of everything changing for each of them individually. Now, in their senior year of college, they are brought together again through a series of coincidences. Will they move on, or will they stay stuck in the past? They'll soon learn that in soccer, photography, life, and love, your perfect shot is always only one shot away.

glass jaw: 1. Noun. Where a fighter is easily knocked out via a blow to the chin or jaw owing to a vulnerability in their strength and training. 2. Metaphorically, a fighter's weakness. ~~~ Ryan Chamberlain is the embodiment of vulnerability. She's kind-hearted and maybe a little too keen to trust people. Plus, she barely has any real-world experience, but that was never her choice. For the last eight years, Ryan has been pushed into the corner. There was only ever room for one star to shine and that star was not her. With college on the horizon, Ryan finally sees the opportunity to step out of the shadows and live life on her own terms. Will it be that simple though? To Landon Atwood, showing weakness is not an option. In the octagon, and in life, people will always take advantage of your vulnerability. The only people he lets close are his childhood friends-and that's only because they refuse to leave him alone. What will happen when those same friends adopt a stray in the form of an unwelcome freshman?

Sequel to "Pillow Buddy" ✔ Penelope Price is finally together with Cloud Marshall her longtime frenemy turned boyfriend. They both would have to surf through college and experience what every couple has gone through. With all of their friends that are now in different countries and are miles apart can they maintain that friendship for long? And will Cloud's family accept Penelope once she meets them? Are they ready for it? Read more to find out P.S. should read Pillow Buddy to understand

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'A scared little girl, that's you, Willow. That's all you've ever been and all you ever will be, do you understand?' He spits venomously, getting so close to me that all I can see and hear is him, all I can feel is him and I hate it. I try my hardest to swallow the lump in my throat and ignore the tears threatening to spill over as his hurtful words echo in my head. Shaking my head feebly, I try and take a step back but he clamps his hands tightly onto my shoulders, forcing me to meet his dark eyes. I can't even find it in me to feel embarrassed anymore when a traitorous tear escapes my eye, prompting a scoff from Eli. I just need to get away from him, even if it's just a few steps, I need to put some distance between us so I can escape his painful words. But despite my struggle, his grip on my shoulders only tighten and soon the corners of his lips are lifting in malice when he sees how desperate I become to get out of his hold. 'So stop trying to play the hero when you're such a coward yourself. Because that's all you are- just a weak, pathetic, littl-' And that's when I slap him. And I regret it instantly- because no-one, and I mean no-one, slaps Eli Walters and gets away with it. --- I was only thirteen when my best friend was taken from me. Up until that point, we had practically been inseparable. And then she was gone, and overnight I had to learn to adapt to a life without the light of Ciara Walters in it. Doing even the simplest of things suddenly became a hundred times harder and walking into school that following fall without her by my side felt like one of the worst things I had ever had to face. Especially since I knew who was waiting for me inside, because the day I lost my best friend was also the day I gained an enemy in the form of a boy called Eli Walters, Ciara's twin brother. • TW: mentions of death. | @oreoz4milk x.9.20