Why wasn't I moving anymore? I'd gone still, muddled at what I should do. My eyes swept up off my body and on to the boy, catching a breath in my throat when he smirked in my direction, flicking two fingers two in the air. "Hi," I read from his lips. Helplessly, I become entangled in his soft spoken greeting, taking the first leap to the captivating boy in the corner. I decided he was beautiful enough to become my distraction. My own little addiction until I left the safety of the pretend world we were all playing make-believe in. --------- Right when Silvia Ellington is about to start her senior year, her mother decides to have her move in with her aloof father and his "perfect" family in California. She promises to be on her best behavior, and for the most part, she's able to keep her snappy attitude in check...until she ends up going to a party one chilly night. In the adolescent madness, she finds a tattooed boy named Dakota. He's ungodly tall and has crystal blue eyes that can sway any good girl to do bad things. When they first meet, he makes it his job to show that he doesn't like Silvia. And he's got reasons. All she has to do is disarm this bad boy and unlock the secrets he's keeping deep inside. Before they know it, Silvia and Dakota embark on an emotional roller-coaster of a relationship that is bound to ruin a few lives. But when Silvia's own secrets come knocking on her door, will it tear them apart or will love prevail? HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in Action #2 in Humor #2 in Teen Fiction #1 in Drama #8 in Romance

Poppy Rose's life changed six years ago when her mother died in an accident caused by her. After grief, blame, depression and suicide attempts came a difficult case of selective mutism. Now, at eighteen, she refuses to speak due to the shame she felt for being responsible. However, things take a turn for the worst when she comes back to school for her senior year. Her life changes when a specific adult comes into the picture, a man who had no intentions of creating a problem. But the fact is, he's her teacher, as well as her cross country coach.

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ ❤️‍🩹 *ೃ༄ ↳ ❝ when you're not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to like it off knives ❞ ╭────────────── ╰─➤ ✎ in which the spoiled, rich teens of dupont high try to survive their senior year. #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑠 (9.23.20) #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑦 (9.06.20) #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏 (11.04.20) #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑠 (1.09.21)) #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 (1.09.21) #1 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 (8.03.21) |started : april 1, 2021 |finished : tbd |copyright : @summerrxses

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]

All eighteen-year-old Valentina wanted to do was pass her driver's test so she could get her license and be like any other normal teenage girl her age who could finally have some of her own freedom. However, she didn't count on one of the most wanted mob bosses in the country hopping into her car while she waited to take her test and hold her at gunpoint, forcing her to do whatever it was that he asked of her. Unwillingly, Val is thrown into the world of the Italian mafia with no clear way of escaping and with that, she's forced to grow closer to Luciano Morello.

#26 | SS 270317 pervorto (lat.) - to destroy, ruin, undo, corrupt. ❝i'm so used to being used.❞ in which an innocent college student is forced to pay for her brother's careless, dirty mistakes the worst way possible.

[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?

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."