Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He murmurs as his hands close around my wrists, not rough, but firm enough to remind me who's in control. He lifted them above my head, and I kept my eyes on the hallway. "Two weeks no contact, that really hurt me," The grip around my wrists tightened. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." His eyes dropped down my body, while his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" My breath was caught in my throat, I'm scared, really scared because this wasn't the guy I had hung out with. I didn't want to cry or show weakness, but he's really off right now. He leaned into me, close enough to my ear before speaking. "I knew this was coming. It's a pattern with you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop and that I'm scared while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now you deserve a punishment for how you talked to me," My teary eyes met his as he tilted his head and slowly shook it. "All I want right now is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with my pussy while your head is in my lap." I tried to blink the tears away as I felt my nipples get hard just from those words and the wetness coming over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was askin

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. The girl who's never been kissed. The girl who hides behind books and oversized sweaters and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven. Russian. Knuckles that never heal. Eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone. He told me he didn't need a friend. He told me to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him. He didn't save me. But the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started between us that neither of us knew how to end. He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

Meeting by chance through letters is a serendipitous connection sparked by unexpected correspondence. Whether through a misplaced letter or accidental exchange, the written word can unexpectedly bring strangers together, creating lasting bonds and connections that feel both intimate and fateful.

The beautiful and fearless Dr. Monique Lathan's love of animals is the reason for her choice in occupation. Her career is rewarding, but her love life is mundane...that's until Monique becomes the obsession of a different kind of animal she's never heard of nor can control.

Cassandra Clover has always existed in the quiet spaces between introversion and extroversion-soft-spoken, thoughtful, her rare beauty inherited from dark-skinned parents who raised her to lead with kindness. She's the friend everyone wants but few truly know, someone who overthinks every word yet still gives herself away too freely. She's learned to protect her vulnerabilities, building walls just high enough to feel safe. Then she meets Cardan Wilson. There's something about him that stops her cold. His eyes that he covers with a hood, which she never should have seen-deep and swirling, as if crafted with deliberate care-seem to hold secrets she desperately wants to uncover. He hides beneath hoods and silence, his voice a low, peculiar cadence that makes her want to confess things she's never told anyone. He's magnetic in his mystery, unsettling in his distance, and she can't look away. Cassie has never felt this pull before-this need to understand someone who seems determined to remain unknown. Cardan is a puzzle she didn't ask for but can't ignore, and the more she reaches for him, the more she realizes he might be reaching back. In a story about two people who see something in each other the world has overlooked, Cassie will learn that sometimes the most dangerous thing you can do is let someone in-and sometimes, it's the only way to truly live.

"Marriage?!" Bruce Wayne and Summer Munroe couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. "I was already married!" "I was almost married!" Summer spun her head towards Bruce and narrowed her eyes. "That doesn't count." "It will count today, so we don't have to do this!" Bruce scoffed. Bruce Wayne's publicist watched the world's most mixed-mated couple in Gotham City shout at each other and at her. What they didn't know was that she knew their secrets. She knew Bruce Wayne was the Dark Knight and that Summer Munroe was his sunshine. What she knew was that they'll be the Darkest Sunshine Gotham will see. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF DC'S CHARACTERS. THE ONLY CHARACTERS I OWN ARE MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.