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.

Valentina Moreau was too rigidly perfect for my liking. Even given her divorce, she managed to stay mature and composed at all times. In harsh contrast, I was a young firecracker still throwing fits over subpar men who couldn't tell loyalty from sticking it into anything with a pretty-enough face. And now, I was meant to be her co-worker and live alongside her. She was the housekeeper. I was the personal chef. I found her tedious. She found me reckless. But God - when you put us together - it's just... Chef's Kiss.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭.❞ Two fashion students, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍. They recklessly hate each other. Their whole body fills up with rage with every eye contact, every reminiscence of the other, every touch. What will happen when they are assigned a project, and that project turns out to be a photoshoot? Maybe, they'll come to terms with the burning feeling that envelops their bodies wasn't 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, overall. Copyright © 2022 deidarren™ No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, pictures belong to the rightful owners.

A kiss. Something simple and sometimes a one time thing. But never has it ever turned into an obsession. up until now. **** Camden POV I'm supposed to be invisible. Unnoticeable. A nobody. That plan is ruined now I guess. All because of a party. A stupid party. A party where I lost my first kiss to a goddess. A beautiful blonde. I tried to remember but my memory was still foggy. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to remember until it all came back to me. Holy shit. I kissed...I kissed Allison Damaris.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] two dominate women... all for me?

"The Help doesn't have to set a single foot into my office. Do you understand?" Mr.Armani spoke to me, condescension heavy in his tone. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱" 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.' I think to myself, '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.' ✂ ✁ ✃ My name is Maxine Walker. I was a bright eyed 22 year old woman, with nothing but a high school diploma and the desperate need for something new. I craved independency, and to be away from my parents. I had to find a way to make ends meet and somehow, I got the opportunity to become a housekeeper. A housekeeper for a rich man and his hot, hot wife... Mrs.Armani, Naya Armani, was a sight for sore eyes. But I was her employee. And I had a long-distance girlfriend. And she was married. Fuck, I can't believe she's married. ✂ ✁ ✃

"I've never been with a woman before." I was an echo chamber to her words as I made my admission shyly, looking away as my face grew hot with embarrassment. I wasn't lying. I never had been with a woman before. Especially not an older, well respected and successful woman. Vivian Black took me by my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, "Let me change that." I watched and allowed her to trace circles into my hip, "What about the men I told you about? She let out a small laugh, her lips now on my neck and her hand in between my legs, "I'll make you forget all about them."

My therapist says I have an obsessive disorder. I say, what could I do when she is so fucking alluring? The last 8 years I helped her achive everything she dreamed of, everything she wanted. I smoothed things out for her, without her knowing, keeping her safe from anything that would harm her. I claimed her safety as my duty for over 8 years. And now... I'm ready to collect my earning.

Sequel to Normal To Us A bigger family means more challenges and hardships to face. Alex, Stephanie and Maya will have to change and adapt to their new life as parents. *Please read the first book before this one*

When shadows of the past linger, can a chance encounter ignite a brighter future? For one young soul, the comfort of solitude is disrupted by an unexpected connection, leading to a journey of self-discovery, hidden truths, and the blurred lines between friendship and something more. Within the cartography of her soul, a hidden atlas of hope emerges. As the contours of her heart begin to shift, an unforeseen topography of love materializes, threatening to upend the fragile equilibrium of her existence.