Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

[ongoing] what if the boy who ruined your life comes crashing back into it? ✰ ✰ ✰ Briar Elliot's worst fear just came true. Casey Brandt is to blame.

Kingston Ash has been obsessed with Sienna Abelli for over a decade. Ever since he laid his eyes on her when they were 5, the sociopath has known he wanted Sienna to be his. Leaving her notes, flowers, and sneaking into her room repeatedly for the past 17 years has caused Sienna to hate him. Kingston comes from an elite mafia family. He is known for his sociopathic ways, resulting in him being one of the most feared and cruel men alive. When his family wants him to settle down and marry somebody, he knows the only hand he will accept is Siennas. Forced against her will, Sienna's family hands her over to Kingston in an agreement for money. After he agrees to fight to the death for her hand in marriage, Sienna soon realizes just how much Kingston is willing to do for her. Once Kingston gets his hands on his precious Sienna, he knows he will never let her go.

(COMPLETED STORY) It's Rose Adam's senior year of highschool, and she just moved to a suburban town known as Blakeson Canyons. As every trouble in her life seems to fall into place in this perfect town, she soon comes across a mysterious 17 year old boy, left alone and not talked to for his past, Blaire Weston. Warned to not talk to what's assumed to be a psychotic killer, Rose can't help but to get to know him to understand who he is, thinking that everyone is so quick to jump to conclusions. Little does she know, it would be the worst mistake of her life.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

"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

[Book #2 in the Nystrom series] [18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger. I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?" "I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?" εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

[Book #1 in the Nystrom series] [TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] TW: This book contains heavy themes such as mature content, language and sensitive topics. Highest Ranks: #1 in Nystrom #1 in Boss #1 in Innerthoughts #1 in Missions #1 in Guns #1 in Devilboy #1 in Fighting #1 in Mafialove #2 in Badboy #2 in Cold #3 in Rich #3 in Weapons #4 in Tattoos #6 in Cold #8 in Crime #10 in Devil #12 in Love εꨄ︎з 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌 comes from a lovely but dark family - their history is known by everyone around them, but she's the only one in her family who is innocent - or 𝘸𝘢𝘴 innocent. She tries to see everything on the bright side trying to hide the pain gathering in her heart; Not knowing that it would break very soon. 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐎 is the one and only evil in this world, the one everyone is afraid of - he has no mercy towards his victims but when he meets Maeve everything changes. He is desperate to find out the secrets about her; Not knowing that he would fall for her. Will something bloom between Silas and Maeve, or will it all fall into doom? εꨄ︎з I place the back of my hand on his forehead while he looks at me like I did something crazy. "Baby, you're having a fever," I whisper and he smirks, his eyes closing as he chuckles to himself. "Call me that more often, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺." ~ ~ ~ STARTED: DECEMBER 18, 2021 ENDED: AUGUST 6, 2022 Book by; @SabrinaA_writes

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild