There is a serial club killer on the loose, and Zane is next on the hit list. Being the owner of a club wasn't on Zane's agenda, but after finding success in the industry, he owns one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. When he starts to feel like he's being watched, strange things start to happen. Things he can't explain. When he finally meets the person who has been tormenting him for months on end, the last thing he was expecting was for them to be a woman-let alone a serial killer. Lia has an agenda. Kill everyone who had a part to play in her years of abuse. She's back and ready for vengeance and this time, she wants to play with her prey-the owner of Dark Suite. It's time to make Zane suffer. She's ready to play a game of cat and mouse to bring him to his knees so she can find peace within herself. But as she becomes closer to Zane-building an infatuation with him-she needs to stick to her plan of destroying him. Although when the truth finally comes out, she'll soon realise that not everything is as black and white as it seems. Tropes: Mafia/Millionaire/Billionaire Romance Enemies to Lovers Assassin FMC/ Soft Caring MMC Angst/Healing/Caretaking Fast Paced She stalks him Shameful mutual pining Both have tragic backstories Lots of spice (he has a pierced dick hehe)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞..." The toxic relationship between Cleona and Gunner where he just wont leave her alone, even though she's in a relationship. "ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵇʸ ⁿᵉᵗᵗˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ?"

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

A boy who would live forever fell in love with a girl who wouldn't last the year. "if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more." --- short story jasper hale x oc pre-twilight - breaking dawn #1 in #bella - 23/02/2023 #1 in #jasperhale - 18/01/2024

(Short story) "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace." His voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal. I stop breathing. The air thickens, electric, heavy like the sky before a storm breaks. Everything stills, but the static between us crackles like it's seconds from combusting. His breath fans across my lips-close, so close-but still not touching. My heart slams against my ribs, erratic and loud, like it's trying to break free from my chest. Then his hand finds my jaw. His palm is rough, warm, grounding-but the look in his eyes? That's a wildfire. Just heat and hunger and something darker. "I..." The word is a whisper, barely there, shaky and useless. I can't finish it. His nose brushes mine in the softest graze, but there's nothing innocent about the way he's looking at me. Like he's seconds away from tearing me apart. Like he's been starving for this. "Say something" he murmurs, voice thick, his eyes flicking to my mouth. My lips part, not to speak, but because I need to breathe, to taste the tension curling like smoke around us. His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow and deliberate. My knees damn near buckle. I grab the front of his shirt, clutching it in both fists like he's the only thing tethering me to the ground. He leans in closer. And then his lips brush mine. Barely. A whisper of a kiss, soft enough to make me shiver. Then he kisses me again.