When the world ends, Rosie Grimes is thrown into survival alongside Shane Walsh, her father's best friend, a former police officer, and the man who has been in her life since she was a kid. In the middle of blood, grief, and the collapse of everything they knew, their bond begins shifting into something neither of them should want, and neither of them can stop. 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡

Blue hated her dad's best friend, Brandon. He was tall, scary, and mean. He was the drummer in her dad's band. Every time they saw each other, a scowl was on his face. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him, she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would race. He was so much older than her, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. She thought he hated her too, until he kissed her. Until he touched her.

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐓,, a romance/horror fic where sweet (Y/N) henderson meets a strange man who goes by the name of mr whatsit. highest ranks!! 1 #jamiecampbellbower 1 #peterballard 1 #henrycreel 1 #001 trying to update every day!!!! ongoing

Mercy Leigh Hollis knows how to be good. She's been good her whole life- Soft-spoken. Skirt-wearing. Heaven-fearing. Taught to keep her legs closed and her prayers louder than her thoughts. But one wrong moment puts a man with blood on his hands in her life-and suddenly, "good" doesn't feel like enough. He's older. Meaner. Doesn't flinch at sin. And he sees right through her lace and Sunday dresses. She wasn't supposed to want him. She wasn't supposed to like the way his voice sounded when it said her name. She wasn't supposed to open the door when the devil knocked- But here she is. Askin' to be taught. And he's more than willin' to ruin her the slow way. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a fall from grace with eye contact

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small. When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she searches for a place to stay, falling no where else but in a house with two men. Dominant, best friends, and beautiful, River and Larson are the kind of men who don't take no for an answer, and when they want something... they get it. With already having all the trauma and pain in her past, it's probably best if she stays away... The only question is if they'll let her... and if she wants to. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 for younger me, who wanted to be his first choice. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ COMPLETED. ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Oblivion (n.) the state of being completely forgotten, unconscious, or unaware. To be loved is to be seen. Dual PoV Elora Daisy Owens Is a ray of sunshine or atleast she try's to be. Believing in silver linings and happy endings, she just wants someone to ramble to, spend time with. She just wants a friend. Elijah Killian Parker Is a total grump. bored stares and hard glares are all he has to offer. Being new to the school he plans to stay away from anyone and everything. Believing nobody really wants him for him. Of course Elijah's plan to be left alone goes down the drain when Elora is asked to give him a tour of the school.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Meet Maxwell Rochester: an antisocial, reclusive, socially awkward, chronically single billionaire. When Max suddenly comes across a young woman who has escaped a horrific situation, he takes the opportunity to help her. Little does he know how much work it will take to even get her to speak to him, let alone trust him with her life. Luckily, Max seems to be up for the challenge. *NSFW: This story will include some very spicy scenes.