{NEEDS EDITING} ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❞ ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... "Death is the easy way out, remember?" 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. A pretty face hiding a thousand secrets. A mind broken in ways only she knows. The world sees her as a closed book, but only a few have glimpsed the cracks behind her innocent smile. Her past is a shadow that haunts her every move. An unsettling loss, a family fractured beyond repair. People disgust her, but there's one who stands out: a charming, dangerous man who might just be the one to pull her in. 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨. Dark, enigmatic, and drawn to chaos. He doesn't play by the rules, but when he meets her, the rules no longer seem to matter. A man with a dark past and an even darker secret, Xavier has always gotten everything he wanted. Until he crosses paths with the one woman he can't ignore. She's everything he never knew he needed and everything he shouldn't want. As their worlds collide, the lines between love and betrayal blur. Xavier has a past he's kept hidden, and Olive is about to learn the hard way that nothing is ever as it seems. Trust is a fragile thing, and once it's broken, there's no way to put it back together. What happens when two broken souls realize they're not so different after all? And when betrayal cuts deeper than anything either of them could have prepared for? ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... #1 in newstorys - 12/16/22 #1 in rivalry - 12/18/22 #1 in poledancing - 12/31/22 #1 in groups - 12/31/22 #1 in drama - 12/31/22

He pulled the knife down my body, starting with the middle of my lower lip, dragging it down to my right breast, playing with my nipple. I arched my back up towards Kellan, silently asking for more. He only chuckled and shaked his head, "Be patient Cataleya." "I thought you said I would be calling you God. Maybe I should have gone home with that guy at the bar, he would've been able to make me cum." The breeze in the room is cold, leaving my nipples high peaks and the rest of my body im goosebumps; or that could've been from the knife making its way to my clit. Kellan grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His hold tightens and his hand slips to my neck. "If you had gone home with him, Cat, I would've fucked you in front of him so he knows that you're mine, and I am yours." ⋆ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬, little crow. People are starting to notice the cracks in her good girl facade. The subtle mood swings, smudged wine lipstick, her hair out of place. She's always been so careful, never letting her emotions get the best of her, until she can't anymore. 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝, saint. He's had visions of her since he was 14 and he's never let the thought of her go. She used to be a delusion, an illusion his mind created when he wanted to die. Seeing her was never something he expected, and seeing her burying a body was the farthest expectation. TWS !!! abuse, sexual assualt, forms of self harm, eating disorders, etc. Please read with caution if you find any of these triggering. Note: Please don't steal my work, characters, plots, or places created by me. I will block and report anyone who does so. Thank you <3

Kevin and Sarah were step siblings that were super close growing up. Kevin had an obsession with her. Growing up he never thought anything of it. Kevin assumed that's how all siblings were and if they weren't who cares. Kevin did everything for Sarah. From brushing her hair, to picking her outfits, to cooking her food. Sarah was very dependent on Kevin. It was great in for Kevin and Sarah. That is until they were forced to separate due to their parents divorce. With Kevin gone Sarah had to become a lot more independent. She grew up and learned how to do things on her own. Kevin had also grown up and met a wonderful man named Richard. Richard and Kevin was happily married. There was one issue though. They were both very dominate. They both didn't care to submit to anyone. They tried looking for a third. A submissive/little. They wanted someone they can control all the time. Not just in the bedroom. Both Kevin and Sarah had never forgotten each other. Thinking about each other of the years. One night Sarah was at a bar with her friends. She was having fun dancing when she felt some eyes on her. She looked over and saw two men looking at her. With eye contact an old obsession is revived and a new is one is made. I am not that good at summaries. Sorry. Anything sexual happens when all characters are all legal adults.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

{18+ smut warning} Whilst on a trip to Italy with her boyfriend, an alluring medical student Adriana Romano, stumbles across something she's not supposed to see. The cruel and selfish Nico Lombardi takes Adriana in and knows something she doesn't.

Romani Noor is an aspiring chemist- well, possible ex-chemist, after she can no longer afford the rise in her university tuition fees. Her best friend and sister, Juno, is living across the country with her wife, sending Romani occasional cheques to help her complete her education. However, even with her sisters help she is falling behind on payments. Taking something into her own hands for once in her life, Romani looks for a job. As fate would it have it, Valentine Carter, River Fabiano and Slater Hayashi are looking to take on an employee in their bakery, whilst they practice their... extra-curricular activities... Sweet Romani thinks she's walking into a simple job of cakes and cookies, but she fails to predict the web of obsession, lust and love she's getting herself tangled in.

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.