❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

When Harley Graham gets given a bucket list by her friends that she MUST complete before her 25th birthday, she meets a sexy ass stranger that is strangely willing to help her. What she doesn't know is that not only is he helping her, but is also falling for her. But does she feel the same?

Quarterback to the Columbia Lions football team, Grayson Hart, is unable to play until he raises his grade in economics. He's in desperate need of help. Brielle Kingsley steps in and decides to tutor him. World's collide and new developed feelings happen, something they both have never felt before. -Texting story- *Some chapters will be written and none of the pictures in the story are mine*

❝Aw, you're so pretty when you lie,❞ Alyssa gushes mockingly, condescending malice dripping from her tone. A devious smirk tips up a side of Vincent's full lips that were still swollen from kissing her yesterday, ❝Hmm, am I now? If that's the case then I guess I'll keep on lying to you.❞ The assassin's breath hitches when he saunters closer, backing her up against the wall of their shared hotel room. ❝What... what do you mean?❞ She fucking hates that her voice comes out all pathetically breathless. What she hates even more is that every single nerve, every cell in my body comes roaring to life at the feel of his warm callused hand leisurely inching up her inner thigh. Because no matter how much she liked to deny it, she only ever felt like she was truly living when his hands, his mouth, his touch was on her. ❝I'll lie to you, Alyssa. Since you say I'm so pretty when doing so.❞ She swallows thickly, trying her best to appear unfazed. ❝Go on then. Lie. It's what you're best at after all.❞ ❝I don't want to kiss you.❞ He cups her face and the pad of his thumb drags her soft bottom lip to the side. ❝I really don't want to taste and see whether you're as sweet as I remember.❞ Alyssa inhales sharply at the reminder and then again when she feels his other hand lightly trace down the center seam of her lace panties. ❝And I sure as hell don't want to fuck you up against this wall.❞ {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #23 in spying #133 in mobboss #293 in eroticromance #305 in steamy #411 in mafiaprincess #653 in assassin ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

❝why enter a relationship that you know will eventually end? but what if it doesn't, what's if it lasts forever?❞ Charlotte moved to NYC once she was accepted into her dream school, Tisch, and her dream of becoming a dancer is getting closer with every step she gives, with her bubbly personality she radiates light in every room she enters and doesn't have problems connecting with people and bringing out the best of them. Until him. Kalen, he might not seem like it but he is closed off, heartbreak after heartbreak, he doesn't believe in love anymore, that's until on his sophomore year at NYU, he gets partnered with a green eyed girl that might make his views of live and life give a full 180.

FREE STORY. PAID BONUS CHAPTERS. There's a thin line between love and hate. One thing Rosalie Jackson knows for sure is that what she feels towards star college hockey player Roman King is definitely hate and that feeling is mutual. Having hated each other ever since they met in freshman year under not-so-great circumstances, nothing has changed two years on. What they see as hate everyone else sees as sexual tension, and there are only so many insults they can throw at each other before that tension is released. Their feud continues through junior year and as much as they would love to avoid each other at all costs, they keep getting thrown together under the worst circumstances possible. As their rivalry heats up, so do their consequences. Stuck with each other for a full year, they'll find themselves spending more and more time together than ever before. Hockey games, temptation, and science experiments will go wrong. At the end of it all, maybe, just maybe, they'll become each other's perfect obsession. [The Jackson Family Series Book 2 - can be read as standalone]

Blake Carson was born with a silver spoon in his mouth due to his father's success as a businessman, and when Hayden Campbell's, a fellow NYU student, world collides with his own and soon pulls it into orbit, an unlikely relationship blossoms. [social media & some written out scenes] Copyright © olivia_hp 2021.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)