Lee Do-hyun is South Korea's most famous actor-and its coldest. Quiet, intimidating, and fiercely protective of his one-year-old son, he's fired every nanny he's ever hired. Lyric Thompson, a bubbly foreign exchange student at Yonsei University, is just trying to survive Seoul with a part-time job and enough money to eat something besides ramen. After literally crashing into Do-hyun, she somehow ends up working as his son's nanny-the only person the child instantly loves. Now the grumpy actor and the sunshine college student are forced into each other's lives, where late nights, chaotic routines, and one adorable baby slowly turn cold walls into something warmer.

Mariah is confident, outspoken, and focused on herself not love. But when she moves into a new apartment and meets Elijah, the quiet white boy next door, her plans start to shift. He's reserved. She's bold. They come from different worlds but can't seem to stay away from each other. What starts as tension slowly turns into something deeper. But falling for someone so different isn't easy and both have pasts that threaten to get in the way. Still, some connections are worth the risk. And sometimes, love doesn't look how you expect it's just painted different.

This book isn't for yall vanilla "freaks" consider this your warning. What follows is a bold collection of erotic one-shots. NO homophobia, NO kink shaming . AI was used as an editing and writing assistant.

Camilla Hartley, a disciplined, ambitious law student with no time for distractions, takes on an elite private tutoring job to pay her way through school. Her client? Julian Kingsley-the enigmatic, spoiled heir to a powerful empire, infamous for his charm, apathy, and trail of scandals. What begins as a transactional arrangement quickly spirals into a psychological chess match as Camilla's razor-sharp mind clashes with Julian's dangerous allure. But behind his smirk lies a restless intellect-and behind her composure, a history she refuses to confront. In a world ruled by money, manipulation, and masks, who's really teaching whom?

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.

On her twenty-second birthday, Nala finds herself forced to celebrate with a charming group of strangers, where she meets Hunter-a charismatic and dominating man, who unleashes a ferocious encounter, urging her to explore her passions. After a wild night that ends in a one-night stand, hidden truths of their different pasts come out to threaten and undo the connection they've made. After escaping the patriarchal rule of her father, what Nala thought was going to be her first step into her newfound freedom only ends up being the slippery slope into Hunter's arms. In a world where the deadliest freedoms are also the most exciting, Nala learns that there's no such thing as social class when it comes to love, and sometimes, the most terrifying risks can bring the greatest rewards. Twenty-two finds Nala living out her wildest fantasies in Hunter's arms and all the drama that comes with dating the vice president's son.

𝘡𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢 was born with everything. Except peace. Heiress. Heartbreaker. Untouchable. Zamora rules her world with a diamond-cut glare and a devil-may-care attitude. She has the boyfriend, the money, the reputation-and a deep, carefully-hidden wound that even she doesn't dare look at too closely. She's the girl they all want to be. And the one they'd never survive being. But under the wealth, the perfect image, and the carefully chosen silence... is a girl that's bleeding But when one of her own shatters, when secrets start bleeding through the cracks, and when a ghost from her past returns with a darker edge and familiar eyes... everything begins to unravel. Because in her world, survival means knowing when to burn bridges... and when to let them burn you.

"The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition." ~Carl Sagan Another one piece story but we staring from the beginning🧍🏽yall like DILFS? 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝙲 All are welcomed to read🫶🏽 Highest Ranks🥇 #1 in black oc 2.24.24 #1 in one piece x oc 2.24.24 #1 in luffy x oc 2.24.24 #1 in chopper 4.5.24 #1 in brook 9.19.24 #1 in Usopp 9.26.24 #1 in Franky. 3.23.25

|| Book 1 of the Syndicate Series || [Standalone] When young Diovanna is framed for something she didn't do and is sent off to a "boarding school" she feels abandoned and betrayed. But one thing was for sure, this boarding school was no ordinary school. One day when police roll in and search the place effectively shutting down the school, she is forced to go to the family that sent her away. The ones who abandoned her in her own personal hell. One thing is for sure, she is no longer happy and bubbly, she is silent and dangerous. ~~~ Ok yall idk abt the description but please give this book a chance!

"Don't cry." I gasped. Leon. He stood a few feet away, watching me with that same intense stare. Those dark monolid eyes. I was terrified of him. And it wasn't because he was riddled with an ink sleeve running up his right arm, lip, ear, eyebrow piercings that glinted against his olive casted skin. Or even the fact that he was very tall and muscular. It was because his eyes were so intense they made my heart skip a beat. Everything about him screamed danger up close, but his presence felt... steady. Secure. My pulse continued to pound loudly in my ears. The way he was looking at me now, It made my skin burn in an entirely new way. He crouched slightly, his dark gaze locking onto mine. And then-so effortlessly, so intimately-his thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I flinched. Not from fear. From something else entirely. His touch was fire. "They shouldn't have said those things." His voice was softer now, a quiet rumble that slid over my skin like silk, a slight accent peaking through the vowels. "They don't know how to approach you. You intimidate them." I blinked. "Me?" His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by my confusion. Then-gently, the heat of his palm curled around mine, grounding, consuming, and he helped me to my feet. And then his gaze wandered. Slowly. Deliberately. Down my body. "They don't know how to appreciate a woman's body, so they make jokes." He says. Then- "If I were to have you," he murmured, voice impossibly deep, "I'd worship your body. Make you realize how beautiful you are until it's branded into your mind. Until one day, you'll look in the mirror and see what I see." My breath hitched. We stood there in silence. Then, he turned, walking toward the door, leaving me standing there, breathless, trembling, changed.