❝ I BURN FOR YOU, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME❞ A story in which a woman, weighed down by her reckless misfortune, comes to find light when she is presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a contestant in a series of games. During these games she comes to find comfort in a man with a backstory just like hers. And that comfort is her only hope of survival. [FRONTMAN/HWANG IN-HO x OC] → S Q U I D G A M E 2

❝𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶𝟷, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. ❞ ׂׂૢ་༘ 💌 ࿐ೢִֶָ 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧, I am an empty shell filled with her touch.

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

"Be a good student, baby, and open your mouth for me." . . . In which 20-year-old Alyssa Silvestro decides to seduce her professor, who happens to be the older brother of her cheating ex-boyfriend. Revenge is best served cold, is what they say.

A Sports Romance • Basketball/Soccer/Lacrosse • Two Neighbor Enemies. One Fake Relationship. • "I'm sick and tired of pretending. I want us. I want you and me." "And so what? Do you want to be with me? Because I'm sure tired of being a second choice." "You were never the second choice. I just came back from my dad's to tell you I chose you." Easton's voice erupts from behind Mauricio. The world goes still. "I told you, I'd never make you choose, but for the sake of the three of us...this needs to be done. Who do you choose, Malia?" So much for no rules in bad ideas. • Seniors Malia, Easton, and Mauricio have a situation. A bad idea kind of situation. • Introduction, Extended Synopsis, & Author's Note inside. • S: 01/12/2021 E: 09/12/2023 The Morhills Elites Series/Book One/Four Parts (©mimisarai 2021) • Current Status: Completed (First Draft)

Book 1 in the Solace universe HAPPY ENDING I SWEAR!! Idk why it won't say completed, but it is, I promise 🫡 ( 1 day + 11 hours are for the book, any time after that is bonus chapters!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 7) I'm sprawled out on the grass with my head in her lap, facing away from her and looking at the swarm of children. Her fingers comb through my hair and occasionally, her nails will scratch against my scalp, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck that feels good. We haven't spoken in some time, and honestly that's not a bad thing. Sometimes words don't need to be exchanged. The fact that we can sit in silence and be comfortable with one another is louder than meaningless words ever will be. I love this. Just being near her, being in her bubble, enjoying her presence. Peace. "Solace?" "Salazar?" "...Do you think we can stay like this forever?" "Forever is a long time, Elias. You might get bored of me." I flip around instantly, head still in her lap, but now I'm able to look at her face. Her gorgeous face that now has a confused look and furrowed eyebrows. She's so fucking beautiful. I can't believe it. I don't understand it. I don't understand how one person can be so fucking... so... there's no words. I physically can't put into words how enchanting she is. She's a fucking goddess, a deity, an eternal beauty who doesn't understand the power she holds over me. "Alex, forever can never get boring. As long as I have you." And I mean that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex: a girl who is emotionally unavailable due to all the sexual, mental, and emotional trauma she's gone through. She believes she is unlovable, unworthy, and that boys are only after one thing. Elias: a boy who just wants to love her, take care of her, buy her all the books in the world and annotate them with her. A boy who Is desperate to

"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

"Bad habits like me always return, love." ~ Aurora Rae is trying to push past a break-up that has left her both broken, and new. To push the past away, she goes to a nightclub with her best friend. And that's where she meets Enzo Rossi. A grumpy young man who does not know how to crack a smile. But, can Aurora change that?

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." *** Sequel to His Woman. CAN NOT be read as a standalone.

'Sometimes the DARKNESS you fear IS the LIGHT you seek' //MATURE CONTENT// A MAFIA ROMANCE Ranked: #1 bwwm #1 polyamory #1 bisexual #1 wmbw #1 blackgirl #1 russian #1 drugs #1 emotional #1 dominance #1 mmf #1 b×g×b #1 interracial #1 italian #1 agegap #2 daddy #2 mafia romance #2 dark romance -Guys, before you begin reading I just want you to know that there will be triggering content in this book. Read at your own risk. *Please note that if this story is plagiarized by anyone. I will not hesitate to take legal actions against you. If you are reading this story anywhere else, please report it. The book can only be found on this app.