Sassyfmc Stories

This book is a part of a series but can be read as a standalone She was never meant to stand out. He was never meant to look her way. Nova lives in the background-quiet, sharp, and armed with enough sarcasm to keep the world at a safe distance. After a past she refuses to revisit and a body that doesn't always cooperate, staying invisible is easier. Colton lives in the spotlight-college quarterback, arrogant, infuriating, and everything she's learned to avoid. They clash. Constantly. Banter turns into arguments, arguments into tension, and tension into something neither of them is ready to name. Because for Nova, football players don't get second chances. And for Colton, Nova was never supposed to matter this much. But when lines blur, walls crack, and secrets surface. What happens when the one person you can't stand becomes the only one you can't lose?

She rules her empire with a viridian green louboutin-sharp wit, a no-nonsense attitude, and a flair that leaves everyone trembling-except him. Fierce, feisty, and impossibly alluring, she's the Italian-Korean powerhouse behind a world of intoxicating perfumes. But behind her bold exterior lies a heart softer than the sweetest vanilla note... one he's determined to awaken. He's cold. Calculating. Arrogant to the core, with pride as untouchable as his ego. The man who commands a world of high-stakes spirits doesn't play by anyone's rules-especially not hers. And yet, fate keeps throwing them together, their worlds colliding in a dangerous dance of desire, power, and pride. In a game where hearts are liabilities and lust is a weapon, will their clashing worlds ignite passion... or destroy them both? Scented Desire-where power meets temptation, and pride meets its match. love Vs ego, softness behind strength, forbidden/intense desire, clashing egos & pride

Enemies to lovers Forced proximity Fake identity Vacation romance(a little) He fell first but she fell harder Slow burn

Born with venom in her veins and raised by jungle assassins, sixteen-year-old Vishaa is the last hope of the dying Vishkanya sisterhood. Her blood is poison - and the key to a legendary relic said to cure anything: the Serpent Crown. To save her fading temple and her ailing mentor, Vishaa must journey beyond the jungle into the heart of the Ave Kingdom, where the crown is locked deep within the palace vault. But alliances are treacherous, and deals demand more than gold. A charming prince wants her blood, a loyal friend may not be loyal at all, and a prophecy whispers that the Venomborn is destined to fall. With a pet snake who can steal memories and a tune in her head no one taught her, Vishaa must untangle truths from lies - and survive a world that sees her as either a monster or a miracle. The venom can kill. But the betrayal might come first.

Strength. A check on your emotions. And an attitude to back it all up. That's what I believe is all that's needed to survive in the world. Love, Laugh, Live? What bullshit. Drew is the living example of such bullshit. He's effortlessly good at everything, whereas I struggle to be perfect in all my ways. He's a fucking ray of sunlight who brightens up people's worlds. I like everyone to be scared of me. Thrive on it, in fact. We've always been rivals in these ways, and I never expected that to change. But of course, Karma is a bitch. When I'm stuck in a mid-life crisis, of course it's Drew-fucking-Sanders coming to my rescue. And this time, the rescue involves us lying to the entire world (Basically my father and the whole college campus) about a fake scandal and an even faker relationship. This shouldn't be a big deal. None of that romance crap. Just two people, who hate each other, becoming partners in crime for a few months. The only problem is Drew's charismatic, charming ass whom I'm having a whole lot of a hard time resisting. He's inching closer and closer to being the only person who's cracking my exterior to reveal someone I know he won't want. Becoming the only person in whose words I take comfort. Yep. Words that shouldn't have an effect on me. So shouldn't his arms, no matter how cozy they feel. Or his perfectly sculpted face. Or his smile. Stupid. Fucking. Smile. Goddamn it. It's going to end in heartbreak. How do I know? Because he's starting to feel like Apricity...

They expect me to be the perfect future bride of the Shadow King. I refuse. I sneak through hidden rooms, share breakfast with the staff, and watch Selene lose her mind. I ride his black horses through tulip fields, picnic in secret meadows, and secretly take over our wedding plans. He pretends not to care, but I know he loves it. The palace is full of rules, danger, and secrets-but I'm not just surviving. I'm rewriting everything. Copyright August 28, 2025. All rights reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *characters* as long as credit is given. © All Rights Reserved.

She's chaos in a crop top - loud, wild, and always two steps ahead with her sarcasm. He's the calm next door - quiet eyes, silent stares, and a heart that's been secretly hers since childhood. When a meme-obsessed hurricane crashes into the world of a broody boy who avoids emotions like group chats, things are bound to get messy. But what happens when secrets from the past threaten to turn this slow-burn love into heartbreak? In a world of late-night texts, unspoken feelings, and childhood memories that never really left... some stories aren't written out loud - they're just Secretly Yours.