Aidan Feely. One of the most mysterious lads I've ever come across. He's got this quiet, brooding energy, like he's always a step removed from the chaos around him. Tall and lean, with that messy, dark hair that always seems perfectly tousled, as if he's just rolled out of bed and still somehow looks better than half the school. His green eyes - God, those eyes - sharp and intense, like he can see straight through you. I know boys are meant to be handsome, rugged, all that, but Aidan is just... beautiful. Long, dark lashes that half the girls in school would kill for, and a jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. He never says more than he has to, rarely smiles, and when he does, it's this rare, fleeting thing that makes my heart skip a beat. And I'm falling. Hard. But there's a problem. A massive one. I have a boyfriend. And he's nothing like Aidan. *** Sophie Quinn. The girl I've been losing my mind over for the past year. She's this whirlwind of chaos and laughter, the type of girl who lights up a room just by walking into it. She's got that wild, curly hair that never quite does what it's told, a laugh that echoes around the halls, and these eyes - bright and full of life - that catch the light in the best possible way. But here's the kicker - she has a boyfriend. Some tosser who doesn't deserve her. I see him around, loud and arrogant, one of those lads who thinks the world owes him something just because he can kick a ball straight. And it grates at me. I catch him throwing his arm around her, whispering in her ear, and it takes everything in me not to pull him off and tell him to keep his hands to himself. Not that I'd ever say it out loud, but I want her. More than I should. And I know she's starting to notice. The way I lean in a bit closer when she talks, the way my gaze lingers when she brushes past me. She's catching on, I can feel it. And I don't care about her boyfriend, not even a little. Because in the end, I'm going to have her.

✓✓|Book 3|✓✓ [18+] Donovans and Fernandezs. These two families have been through enough, especially for the mothers. When the parents are friends and business partners, it was a matter of time before their own children follow in their footsteps. Their the young terrorists as Emiliano tends to call them all. Except focusing on the three eldest sons of both families. What kind of things will they get themselves into?

Jade has absolutely no experience when it comes to romance, sexually to be specific. Her (sort of) childhood friend, however, is the opposite and offers to let her practice with him. How far will Jun go to teach his new roommate, Jade, the basics of physical touch? 💋

Aurelia Floris only wanted a steady office job-something simple, something normal. But when a mysterious assistant position leads her straight into the world of Kazuya Shota, a wealthy, emotionally distant single father with mafia-level intensity, her life takes an unexpected turn. When his nanny abruptly quits, Aurelia is offered a temporary position caring for his quiet two-year-old daughter, Yuki. What starts as an awkward arrangement soon becomes something more: quiet moments in the kitchen, unspoken glances across the room, and a slow-burning connection neither of them expected. Kazuya is a man used to control, silence, and solitude. Aurelia is all warmth, laughter, and light. As their lives intertwine under one New York City roof, they must navigate cultural differences, emotional wounds, and the pull of a love that's growing louder by the day. But in a world where walls are easier to build than break, can two people from such different worlds truly find a home in each other-and in Yuki's little heart? A slow-burn, heartwarming BWAM romance about love, trust, and finding family in the most unexpected places.

"Look at me when you lie." His voice didn't rise. It didn't have to. "If you're gonna insult my intelligence, at least have the decency to look me in the fucking eye." Evangeline Summers wasn't made for this world- where silence is a weapon, and submission isn't requested. It's taken. She didn't volunteer. Her father handed her over like a signed debt. And Kenji Tanaka collected. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't repeat himself. He speaks in commands disguised as questions- and touches like he's confirming damage he already caused. Eva was never taught how to survive men like him. Only how to be polite while they take. "Tell me what you're hiding." She stayed silent. He smiled. Just enough teeth. "Don't make me drag it out of your skin." Now, she has two options: Play the part. Or get eaten alive by it. Because Kenji isn't just the devil in the room. He built it. "You keep fighting the knots like you got somewhere better to be." He growled, breath hot against her skin. "Go ahead. Make me tighten them." And he's about to teach her: Pain isn't punishment. It's permission.

" cause girl your perfect, and you deserve it " ‼️STAND ALONE BOOK FROM NEEDED ME SERIES ‼️ still the same series though 🤍

#1 IN INTRICATE 10/7/22 You walk hand in hand with Luce, as you both return to the surface from two eternities of Hell's rule. "I'm so excited to see the mortal world again," You say happily, not able to contain the flush of your cheeks. Luce wraps your other hand in his and pecks it, sizzling your skin lightly and sensually. "I'm excited to rule next to my woman for two more eternities," You giggle. As you look to your left, a supermarket is hustling and bustling with civilians who are on their commute home for Sunday dinner. Your stomach grumbles at the nostalgia of once running through a corner store to pile groceries in your cart, and you tug Luce's hand. "My Queen?" He asks. You tug again, "I want to remember the feeling of mortality, my lord," you pout. He stares at you for a moment, his brow bending to show his confusion behind your motives. You bat your eyes until they are a rosy pink. He sighs. As you two walk in, sure to contain any sense of demon-hood, you smile a little too hard and sniff the air. It's been so long since you were able to get away from being Queen of Demons, and see any color other than the million shades of red you'd never thought you'd see. "Come on!" You say while you barrel down one of the aisles. After a moment, you no longer sense his presence. You turn, and spot Luce staring down an adolescent boy, seemingly no older than 19 years old. The kid looks as if he's trying to remember something through Luce's eyes. He hasn't seen you, though. You tilt your head. "Babe?" You call out to him, and his gaze meets again with yours before he looks down at the mortal boy one last time, before sighing deeply and returning to your side.

Being in love with your roommate wasn't exactly ideal. Being in love with your roommate and a stranger you met at some bar was even messier. Though, seeing them in love with each other made it a whole lot easier. As a puppy hybrid, I was used to a lot of attention from others. Theirs just happened to be my favorite. --- Chet fell in love easily. He skipped the pining and fell head over heels without looking back. He loved hard, fast, and maybe a little too much. They made it too easy to fall in love with.

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

𝑨 𝑪𝑬𝑶, 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓... and one broken elevator that leaves four people whose lives will never be the same. ------ Blythe lives a quiet life as an elementary school teacher. One parking ticket changes everything. Three men, and her. All so completely different, yet it somehow works. It's a delicate balance to entangle their lives, full of trials and tribulations. Will the world get to them before their relationship blossoms? *THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM BISEXUAL BOOK. one female x three males* 18+ only -------------- Copyright The Queen Slushie © 2023 You may not reproduce, translate etc. without my permission. Wrote April 18th -June 11th