"You're here," she murmured, voice steady. "Tell me two things you can see." His throat worked. "The tub," he managed, voice rough. "You." "Good," she said. "Now, two things you can hear." "The shower," he exhaled. "Your voice." "Two things you can feel." "The water." His grip tightened on her hand. "You." "That's good," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. Sawyer Jones lives in a world of chaos-underground fights, illegal races, and the constant war inside his own head. His autism makes the world too loud, too bright, too much. Violence is the only thing that quiets the noise. Until Lia. Soft-spoken but relentless, she meets him in the tub in a party and refuses to leave. She steadies him when the rage takes over, pulls him back when he's drowning. But Sawyer knows better than to believe in peace. In his world, nothing good lasts. And the deeper Lia gets, the more he realizes-he might be her greatest danger yet. PLS GIVE IT A TRY 🌸🌸

"K-Kane!" she gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. He smirked. "What?" Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "Stop that." His hands slid over her waist, securing her in place. "Why?" She swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "You're making my heart beat too fast." Kane took her small hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as violently as hers. "Like mine?" he asked, voice lower, more intense. By day, Kane is a tech billionaire, dominating boardrooms with his sharp mind and icy demeanor. By night, he's a ruthless underground boxer, unleashing his demons with every brutal punch. No one gets close-until Mona. She's small, shy, and too damn sweet for his world. With fiery red hair and innocent green eyes, she's the only softness he's ever known. But behind her hesitant smiles lies a dark past, one that haunts her in nightmares she refuses to talk about. When a storm forces her to stay the night, lines blur. One kiss turns into obsession. One secret could destroy them both. Can Kane protect her from the past she won't reveal-or will his own darkness consume them first? * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Malia Thornbury, heir and next hope for the Thornbury family, is destined to be married. Her father sent her to various houses, looking for a perfect wife, of her choosing, for an arranged marriage so she can take over her family's business and underground life. After many annoying blondes and brunettes, she goes to a home that belongs to the Clemons. Only for a man to talk to her about marrying her. The parents misunderstood. She wouldn't marry a man. Let alone a man who wanted her bent over, yelling his name and worshiping him. She wanted a pretty girl. His younger sister is who she wanted, not him. So she takes her, but will Ms. Clemons work with Ms. Thornbury?

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐲." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

Sometimes life gets weird. You lose hope, then you'll fall down, but then you'll get back up again. Sage did. So hang in there; it gets better, with time. A short story.

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

"You're sorry?" he repeated, his deep and raspy voice reaching my ears from across the room. I nodded. His dark eyes the same shade as the night looked me up and down. "Why don't you get on your knees and show me how sorry you are." All it took was one glance. Five years ago, Ezra Atlas laid his eyes on Lilac Winter. He had never seen somebody so beautiful. He knew, just from that one look, she would be his, and only his. Wanting to live her life in freedom, Lilac escapes to a different country. Hiding. Hoping that the man obsessed with her, will never find her. But nothing could stop Ezra from finding her. Time is slowly catching up. He is slowly catching up. And once he gets his hands on Lilac again, She will be his, forever.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Saint Ash, who comes from a family with a history of mental illnesses, isn't surprised when he grows up and quickly realizes that he lacks empathy and morals. After moving to America for a few months to act on these impulses he has felt his entire life, one night when he goes to commit his first murder, he can't bring himself to once he sees the girl with captivating beauty in front of him. So he decides, that if he can't kill her, He'll make her his.