A California writer with a broken routine. A Southern contractor with steady hands and a slower kind of love. When Aeluna moves to Louisville to renovate an old house and find her words again, the last thing she expects is Maverick - patient, grounded, and dangerously intentional. What starts as dust-covered floors and one page a day turns into late-night dinners, back porch confessions, and a man who looks at her like she's already home. But falling in love is easy. Letting yourself be chosen is harder. And Maverick doesn't do anything halfway.

After moving to Chicago to start a new life, Sveya isn't looking for nothing beyond a fresh start. Between church, school, and learning how to exist without losing herself, her life feels limited...until she meets Solomon.

They hadn't spoken in years-not since college, not since the night everything changed. But some things don't fade. Not love. Not anger. Not the ache of what could've been. 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 is at the top of his game-fast, focused, and untouchable on the field. The world sees a star. But when an injury threatens to sideline him mid-season, the last person he expects to see walking into the recovery room is 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐫-the team's new rehabilitation specialist. The same girl who used to wear his hoodie and swear she'd never let him break her heart. The same woman he never truly stopped thinking about. 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 built her career by staying professional, keeping boundaries, and never letting the past mess with her future. But working side by side with the man who once made her feel everything? That boundary's about to blur. As therapy sessions turn into stolen moments and buried feelings resurface, they're forced to face the truth: the love they had didn't end. It paused. And now, with pain, pride, and passion all in play, they'll have to decide-can they heal what time never could?

She turned, one last glance to see if Emma had noticed her absence-and slammed into something solid. Heat. Muscle. A heartbeat that wasn't hers. Her breath snagged. Strong hands caught her waist before gravity could claim her. Rougher than expected. Certain in their possession. Sandalwood. Something darker, earthier, curling around her like danger. Her eyes lifted. Steel-gray. Ethan Blackwood. Cold, precise, yet flecks of silver sparked like lightning. One rebellious strand of black hair fell against his temple, defying the order he demanded of everything. Their breaths mingled. Too close. Too charged. "I-I'm sorry..." Scarlett stammered. "Watch your way," he murmured, velvet dragged across steel. His grip lingered just long enough to brand her skin. "How did you get in here?" he asked, voice slicing through the haze. "I-I have an invitation." Her chin lifted. His gaze flicked-mouth, eyes, mouth-before returning to hers. "From where-the recycling bin?" Scarlett laughed sharp, incredulous. "Oh, I see. That's how you got in." A flicker of something-surprise? Admiration?-crossed him, gone as fast as it came. "No one speaks to me like that." "Maybe that's the problem," she countered, stepping closer. "Everything has a first time." He leaned in, dangerously close, voice dropping. "Careful." "Better you be the one," she whispered, daring, fire sparking between them. ** Scarlett: strong-willed, fiery, witty Ethan: commanding, controlled, yet hinting at hidden cracks When Scarlett Landon signs a contract that binds her to the cold, controlling billionaire Ethan Blackwood, she thinks it's just business. But behind the ruthless CEO mask lies a man battling his own demons-and soon, their fake marriage turns into something dangerously real. Two hearts. One contract. A thousand tangled emotions.

Mila an ordinary high schooler living the best of her life with her parents. Babysitting a toddler was supposed to mean toys, snacks and nap time. Mila didn't expect the toddler to be the brother of the most feared Mafia boss , ,, nor did she expect the quiet mansion, strict rules and faces that could bring you nightmares. . . ... One babysitter One toddler And a family that doesn't know how to be normal

"SHE WAS HIS WEAKNESS... HE WAS HER ESCAPE..." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Leighton, the beautiful lonely girl, wrapped in luxury, and Dayvon, who's well known on the south side of Chicago, cross a forbidden line where desire defies loyalty, secrets that need to stay silence, and a love never meant to exist becomes impossible to hide. But somewhere between her diamonds and his demons, something sacred sparked. He touched parts of her heart money could never fill.

[BILLIONAIRE SERIES] [BOOK 1] "Do you want to kiss me?" "No, I want to devour you completely. Every inch of your body and soul belongs to me. Let another man touch you, and you'll find him six feet deep into the ground. And you will end up in my bed, fucked in every hole until the only name you remember is mine. Do you understand, love?" The way his dark words rolled out of his mouth, it sounded so sensual. "Yes." I breathed out. "You say yes so easily." The corner of his lips curved up, and the next second, his lips were on mine. The heat, the pleasure, the firm pressure of his lips, and soft glide of his tongue against mine. The kiss was so demanding and rough. A moan slipped from my mouth to his earning a groan from him as my fingers slid into his hair and my back pressed against the wall. My body liquefied in his touch as I felt sparks consuming my skin. If he hadn't been holding me up, I would've melted right there. His tongue slid in my mouth, devoring it just like he said.

[Editing] He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

This is my first story. Very excited very nervous:) ********************** My doll deserves to be in a fucking dollhouse, so a dollhouse she gets. I clear my throat, trying to shake off the daze she's put me in."You know," I start, leaning forward with a smirk, "it's almost unfair how you make everything else in here look dull in comparison." She arches a perfectly shaped brow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere." "Won't it?" I challenge, resting my chin on my hand. "Because if I keep going, I bet I can at least get you to blush." She scoffs, but the faintest hint of pink creeps up her cheeks. "You're ridiculous." "And you're stunning," I counter effortlessly. "So I guess we're even." ---------------------------- Iliana Lopez is a ball of sunshine wrapped in designer heels and razor-sharp wit. A self-made powerhouse, she built her empire with nothing but ambition, talent, and a refusal to take no for an answer. Rich, beautiful, and always the smartest person in the room, she has it all on paper. But beneath the effortless charm and biting sarcasm lies a past she'd rather forget. Zaden King: He built his empire with fire, knives, and an iron will. A world-renowned chef with restaurants across the globe, he's as brilliant in the kitchen as he is impossible to deal with outside of it. The epitome of a brooding, grumpy man but he wasn't always this way. Once a cheerful, playful child and a proud mama's boy, his world shattered the day he lost his mother. The tragedy marked a turning point in his life, steering him down a darker path filled with alcohol, wild parties, and girls. But even amidst the chaos, Zaden found his footing. When they both meet, in each other they just might find their golden hour.

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■