He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

18+ ❝ I'm a man of great restraint but seeing you like this is pushing the boundaries of my self control, so bad that I might just pin you against this wall and fuck the life right out of you. ❞ ******* San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.

"Get. Out" I say while lifting up the blade to his neck and smiling innocently. His face remains emotionless but he quickly grabs my wrist that holds the dagger, pulls me loser while his other hand grabs my throat roughly. "drop it Puttana" He says in a low, warning tone but only smirk then lean up to whisper in his ear, "How about... No" My tone is playfully but he looks unimpressed. "Drop. It." he says firmly and I just keep the blade in my hand to irritate him further. l expected for him to rip it out of my grasp but instead he suddenly leaned down and roughly slammed his lips onto mine. I dropped the dagger without realizing until he broke the kiss and whispered "mmm good girl" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Disclaimer: this story is 18+ it has a TON of smut, strong language, and very graphic scenes if your not comfortable reading topics like that I do not recommend reading this. Also this is the first book I've written and it's gonna be shitty so you've been warned.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Briar has to move to a new place with her mother after she has found a new job. One that can benefit both of them. She now has to go to a new school which she is not looking forward to and meets a boy with who she wants to try new things. But with her mother's past experience with her father, is she able to leave the past in the past? -------- "I'm going to shower," I say and get up. I hear him shuffle on the floor before his voice comes from right behind me. "I'm coming too." He says. I turn around and look at him. "What? No, you shower after me." I say and enter the bathroom. He's right behind me so I playfully push him away. Which did nothing considering his muscles. "Or....we could shower together." He suggests and shoves us both inside, locking the door behind us. -------- Alec Hart is the quiet type. He doesn't talk to anyone who he thinks isn't worth talking to besides his best friend. He's never really had an intimate relationship and is not looking for one, that is until she came. He's taken an interest in her and is willing to wait for an eternity to ensure her happiness.