Alexandra Abernathy is used to getting what she wants, and when she wants it. She's top of her class, a great daughter, hard worker and always up for a challenge. But when her new neighbor forgets to buy blinds before moving in, she sees his girlfriend pleasuring him on his couch. Turning her subtle glances into lustful stares. However, self control was always easy for Alex, so asserting boundaries should be easy. That was until, she finds out her neighbor also happens to be her new teacher... All Christian Cole wanted to do was help out his aunt, by becoming a substitute teacher in her absence. So working as an architect remotely shouldn't be a challenge. However, when moving into a new luxurious neighborhood, his eyes are immediately caught by a girl next door. Her tan legs, curves of her body, thick hair, and contagious laugh has got him in a tight chokehold. But when he realizes the girl in his lustful dreams, just so happens to be his smartest and most enticing student, things become messy... !!!DISCLAIMER ADDED!!! -special thanks to those who told me to keep writing, and those who supported me along the way. The comments and the special dm's truly made a difference. I hope you see this as a love letter to you. Sincerely... thank you.

Anybody who is a somebody knows that the blue-blooded heirs of Queens Erlington Academy keep secrets. Never fall in love with a blue blood or you'll become another one of their secrets.

ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ʟᴜꜱᴛꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏꜰꜰ ʟɪᴍɪᴛꜱ. ꜱᴏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇx ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏꜰꜰ ʟɪᴍɪᴛꜱ. ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.

"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

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❦ "What are you doing in my fridge?" I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat. "Seriously?" I whispered. He wasn't even fazed by the fact that I could've easily slit his throat. He just stood there, hands behind his back. "And why aren't you wearing any pants?" he asks looking me up and down. He places his hand on my shoulder, shoving me out of the way. I stumbled, almost falling. "Cause yours wouldn't fit," I say trying to shove him back but he didn't budge. He raised a brow at me as he grabbed a water bottle. "I think your ass is to fat," I grin looking him up and down. "Gimme a little twirl, let me see," I wink at him and he stares at me in aware, eyes wide. "You just-" he cuts himself off with a little head tilt. "You're a troubled little girl, aren't you?" he teases, opening his water bottle. "So I've heard," I smile. ❦ MATURE SCENES !! ⚠ HIGHEST RANKINGS 🏆 #1 mentaldisorder #1 stripper #1 badasswomen #1 mentalhospital #1 lying #1 dancer #1 stubbornness #1 fighting #1 thedevil #1 strong-female-character

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚?❞ ꕥ She's beautiful, intelligent and seductive like her mother. But merciless, wicked by nature and cruel like her father - the most feared man in the city. 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 The youngest and strongest daughter of the most powerful man to roam the streets. They raised her to be everything they are and so much worse. And that's exactly who she had grown up to be. But even the daughter of the devil falls in love. She didn't plan on falling for her brother's best friend. But he was just so funny, charmi- covered in tattoos and such a bad influence. ꕥ MATURE SCENES !! ⚠ HIGHEST RANKINGS🏆 #1 gethelp #1 addiction #1 roommates #1 tension #1 secretrelationship #1 badboy #1 possessive

Practice makes perfect, and when you're fighting to be the best in your sport that is especially true. Ryder and Francesca are no exception. They are dedicated to their sport and refuse to let anything distracted. But when a scheduling conflict forces the two to share the ice, staying focused becomes just a little harder. TW// mentions to abuse & scenes of verbal abuse

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, etc.)