Damian Reyes turned heartbreak into a lifestyle. After being destroyed by the only girl he ever loved, he stopped believing in relationships and started collecting distractions instead. Different girls. Different nights. No attachments. No feelings. No consequences. At least that's what he tells himself. Celeste Valencia was never supposed to end up in his bed. Not after catching her boyfriend cheating. Not with Damian's ex-girlfriend. Not after agreeing to go out with him purely out of spite. But revenge has a strange way of turning into addiction. What started as one reckless night quickly became something uglier-late-night calls, dangerous hookups, jealousy, obsession, and a relationship built entirely on unresolved pain. Because Damian and Celeste were never in love when they met. They were angry. And angry people make the worst decisions. Especially when sex becomes the only thing keeping them from falling apart. (The plots of my stories are originally mine, but I had help with AI in writing the prose. This is just experimental and for fun. I have another account where I actually do it traditionally)

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look