𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨; two best friends whose relationship is built on trust, late-night conversations, and a bond neither of them ever questioned. But one-night changed everything. It wasn't a mistake. It was planned, just a friend helping a friend. A line crossed and suddenly the rules between them no longer mean what they used to. Now Ashton can't get Elena out of his head, not the way she looked at him that night, the way she felt around him... and it was at that moment everything inside him snapped. For Elena, it was supposed to mean nothing beyond curiosity, something for her to finally experience. But Ashton is already past the point of pretending.

I don't like people crowding her. Don't like people touching her. Don't like people making her uncomfortable. Which would be fine... If I didn't barely know her.

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

I swallowed hard. "Justin, leave." "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, his lips grazing dangerously close to mine. "You say that like you actually want me to leave." My body stiffened. I kept my eyes anywhere but his. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You used to write about me. Think about me. Six years, Autumn, and I promise you-you still do. You still feel it." He lingered a kiss on my neck as he held my waist. Something inside me snapped. I shoved him with all my strength. He stumbled back, landing on the edge of my bed. "You're insane!" I yelled. "You broke up with me. After everything you said-how could you even think I'd want anything to do with you?" "Because..." He trailed off deliberately, rising to his knees on the mattress, his eyes dark and certain. "...when I do this-" He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against my exposed thigh where my robe had shifted. A shiver raced up my spine before I could stop it. "-you can't even push me away." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love was never the problem. It was how deeply it cut. Years after walking away from a relationship that left scars she still carries, Autumn finds herself face-to-face with Justin again-the same man who once loved her fiercely and destroyed her just as deeply. As old feelings resurface and lines blur, Autumn must decide whether some people can truly change... or if loving them will always come at a cost.

Jasmin is a struggling dance teacher living off of what was left of her inheritance. And it is quickly depleting. Charles couldn't be more well off if he tried. He's a loving family man and well respected, content with his life at this stage. Their lives collide when he is sent to collect his grandson from the same club that she is trying to lose herself in. The attraction is immediate, the feeling of having met before overwhelming. But he's married, and she's too young to take up with him, not that he's the type of man to ever cheat. He knows he should forget her. She knows that he wouldn't look twice at her. But he can't, and he does. Their world's are irrevocably changed because they couldn't stay apart if they tried, no matter how deadly the consequences.

Malika Dubois has spent her entire life fighting to survive. Between unpaid bills, endless disappointments, and dreams that seem forever out of reach, she is running out of options. Then she meets him. The perfect stranger. He is young, irresistibly handsome, and more importantly, he is wealthy. But he is also alone. Sitting by himself in a crowded Paris bar, he looks like the easiest mark Malika has ever seen. A lonely stranger with money to spare and no one to share his evening with. One night with a man like him is supposed to solve her problems, not create new ones. But this man is far more dangerous than he appears, and by the time Malika realizes who she has invited into her life, it is already too late. Because some men don't let go. And some mistakes follow you across borders.

She's his son's teacher. He's impossible to resist. One reckless weekend together and they're done for. Sophia is addicted. Peyton is obsessed. Now it seems neither one can let go. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* {{Yours for the Weekend is a completed story of mine that grew very popular for me on another platform. I will be moving all parts over here to Wattpad}}

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. Living on her own off the skirts of New York City, 20 year old Diana Ali struggles to make ends meet. She manages to get by with the barest of necessities, counting every cent, saving every penny, and dodging her sleezy landlord like her very life is at stake. Working three jobs every week while struggling through school, Diana is nearly burnt out. Bills keep piling up and so are her worries. So when she sees a sketchy ad calling for models, offering $44 per hour, she takes it, ready to risk her life for a simple chance at salvation. However, when she arrives at the interview, everything goes wrong before she even gets to meet the artists. Feeling more embarrassed than she ever had in her entire life, she leaves, deciding to search for another job. But, unexpectedly, she receives a call and finds out she's been hired. And, on top of that, she's being paid three months in advance.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.