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Strokes by lunarseas
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When the fear of isolation pulls Ashton and Ria together, nothing can prepare them for the collision. An anomaly shatters the repetitive fabric of their lives, sending them on a journey of discovering themselves and one another. Beneath Ashton's gentle exterior rests a nest of lies. He's hiding something; a past so dark it puts Ria's very life at risk. Blinded by her need to free Ashton from his destructive mind, she falls onto the radar of his most ruthless enemies. With lies, secrets and schemes storming over the horizon, it'll take everything to keep Ria from falling into darkness as she attempts to save Ashton from his own. .・。A FEATURED WATTPAD PICK.・゜ Registered with the United States Copyright Office Strokes © 2020 | All Rights Reserved This book or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever, without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Tides by lunarseas
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BOOK II. Four months have passed since Ashton and Ria's relationship fell into ruins. He's convinced that she hates him and she believes he never loved her. Giving up on each other, they attempt to mend their loneliness in the arms of their past; Chris and Vivian. That is until a startling discovery snaps Ashton out of his self-sulking and he puts everything at risk in order to return to New York. When Ria and Ashton reunite not even the heavens will be able to contain the stars colliding. Though with the sadistic Vincent Menshikov lurking in their shadows, and secrets lying in their wake, it becomes impossible to keep from drowning in darkness. .・。.・゜ Registered with the United States Copyright Office Tides © 2020 | All Rights Reserved This book or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever, without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Cruel Intentions | ✓ by waonder
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"Love me like you want to break me." Is it really love if it isn't cruel? #1 - deranged #3 - madlove
REVENGE #Wattys2017 by lexxil
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He cheated on her. So she did the stupidest, most reckless thing to hurt him back. She never thought about what else would come out of it.
Sins On The Skin by TheAnnoyingBitch
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"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.
The Lies Of Dawn by TheAnnoyingBitch
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"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.
PHOSPHENES  by heavenlyglam
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in which Calista Katopodis finds good in the darkness that is Valen Andino. updates when i can
Cruel Temptation | ongoing by matemenot
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[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."