"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

A recently widowed music producer and father of two struggles to balance parenthood and work-life, and thus, he must go on the quest to find the perfect nanny. But when 'help' appears in the form of a young, timid woman, living a similar life to his last and mirroring his past trauma, a myriad of old unwanted memories come flooding back. And now, it is only a matter of time before he is forced to reopen wounds that have never fully healed.

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

Naomi Housner is America's newest First Lady-polished, composed, untouchable. Behind the cameras, she's trapped in a marriage that's been breaking her for years. When the cracks start showing through her perfect poker face, Naomi does the one thing she's never been allowed to do: ask for help. One "private session" turns into a secret she can't afford to keep... because her therapist is Grant Lennox-Washington's most discreet, most in-demand inner-circle doctor. He's trained to listen. She's trained to lie. And in a world where reputations are currency, the truth could ruin a presidency and the kind of love that was never supposed to exist.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

PREVIOUSLY AΩT Fraternity, NAME CHANGED 9TH OF JUNE Oh, well. What's a frat-party? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring, and completely... Completely crazy. [ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏɴ&ᴡᴇᴅ&ꜰʀɪ] You've heard the rumors about the AΩT fraternity-wild parties, untouchable reputations-and one name stands out among them all. You don't know him yet, but you will. And something tells you that avoiding him won't be possible. This is it. Your new beginning. Let's see where it leads. Ω All characters above age of 18, set in a college alternative universe. Will be use and talk of heavy drugs, will be containing mature 18+ content, maybe a lot of other triggers. Reader discretion advised. ‼️I'm occasionally going back and edit old chapters so if the comments look messed up thats why lol (i never though this story would get this much attention so the earlier chapters are so fkn bland ugh have faith and patience)‼️ Can also be read on AO3 (same username, same story name) Cover art: @Lady_artzz.exe I'm not accepting translations!! For an enhanced pleasant experience for everyone, please try to keep the comments in English 🫶 ______ 13th of June 2025: #1 in AoTAU🥇 25th of June 2025: #1 in ErenxReader 🥇 19th of July 2025: #1 in Eren 🥇 10th of October 2025: #1 in AoTFanfic 🥇 16th of November 2025: #1 in AoTxReader 🥇

I want to kiss her so bad. Her face is right there, infront of me and those eyes fuck me. I grabbed her chin pulling her head up. She's looking at me. I lean down placing my hand on her waist and pulling her in. We're pressed against each other now and she smells so fucking good my heart can barely take it. "I've wanted to do this for a long time". I whispered above her whisper inching her closer and a whimper escaped her lips. "May I". I asked and she nods her head before I slam my lips right over hers. Taking in her scent. Her lips are so soft. The soft moans she's letting. Fuck. She makes insane. [Grumpy x sunshine] ♡♡♡♡ "I'd risk my soul for her" ♡♡♡♡ Seventy days -started: Friday 8 July -finished: Saturday 29th july ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Enjoy..... <3

Jeremiah Smith fan fiction

At 21, Sayor Nicolé is a focused business analyst finally free from a toxic relationship. She's rebuilding, guarded, and done with chaos-until one late night, an unsolicited dick pic from a stranger changes everything. The sender? Christin "Ace" Amir, a 24-year-old inmate with gold slugs, a reckless charm, and no idea he just disrupted the life of a woman who never played with fire-until now.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...