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Tied Together

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"'WHAT THE HELL!' I yelled fuming with anger. I had a tense and rigid posture as my fists and jaw were clenched up ready to beat the living hell out of both of them, but I restrained myself which was the hardest effing thing I had to do in a while. 

I walked toward them my mouth twisted into a scowl. 'You are both dead to me.' I said walking away holding in the tears that were gonna burst out any minute now."

Jacob effing Adams was the high school hottie all the girls drooled over including Fatima. All Fatima AKA "9/11 girl" wanted to do was touch Jacob's soft, pretty lips and his strong, muscular muscles.  Fatima never knew that she would get her hands on him. He was all she could've dreamed of... or so she thought.All Rights Reserved

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❛𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬❜ ― 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 by -moncher

❛He inhaled deeply and looked at her, and Vivienne's head tilted as she traced the line of his jaw with her eyes, or the pouty swell of his pink lips as his tongue darted across and left a trail of moisture in its wake. Just as she was studying him, he was memorizing every feature on her face - her beauty mark, which he was sure she had more of, and the fullness of her lips always tinted with mauve. But it was her eyes that he always circled back to. Sleek, almost cat-like, but doe at the same time. When she laughed, it shone in her eyes and left him breathless, but when she thought no one was looking at her, they would seem so empty, and even then, he found her beautiful. She was a puzzle, and Spencer Reid loved puzzles.❜ ― WHERE Spencer Reid's ever-stagnant, helpless flow of life had only ever been made bearable by the distraction of sick minds and the never-ending analyses of linguistics, the introduction of Vivienne LaForteza came quietly, like the barely-felt slither of a boa coiling around a sleeping gazelle before its bones were crushed within the reptile's grip. He was a genius. He spotted signs and recognized patterns miles before anyone else could get a glimpse, so he knew there was more to her than meets the eye - and he would gladly smile even as blood filled his mouth, so long as she wrapped herself around him. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢*𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨*𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩*𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 ) ©-moncher

Forbidden Fixation by YouKnowWhoWrites

The warm blood envelopes me. The feel of it is thick and sticky, I roll onto my belly, pushing back my hair, which are also drenched in blood. I kick my feet in the air as I lick at my fingers. Suddenly I feel as if something had been ripped off of me, leaving me feeling empty. That's when a tall, handsome, muscular man materialises before me. I smile, biting my lower lip. "Ashar." He looks down at me, I kneel before him, closing my thighs like I good girl. I look up at him through my eyelashes and watch as a devilish grin stretches across his face. He hooks his finger around my chin, forcing me to lift my head up at him. He bends down, leaning in close and I feel my body jump in anticipation of his touch. I don't remember anything, I just know he makes me feel really good. I want to feel really good. -.-.-.-.- What happens when a djinn who was assigned to kill her, falls insanely in love with her. Nothing less than a complete disaster, a painful one.

W A N T E D by True_Hawaiian

My breath hitched as Jayce's hand wrapped around my throat, his touch firm but not tight, just enough to send a pulse of heat through my veins. He leaned in close, his body a wall of heat, his dark eyes burning into mine with a fury I couldn't look away from. "You keep pushing me, Ford," he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating through me. "One of us is going to snap." I forced myself to meet his gaze, smirking even as my pulse quickened, trying to ignore the way his hand made everything feel too close. "Maybe I'm not the one who should be careful." His thumb brushed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, and I could feel his restraint slipping, his focus flickering to my lips. I held my breath, my body thrumming with anticipation. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low and deadly, sending a warning I could practically taste. "I don't stop once I start." I lifted my chin slightly, locking my eyes with his. "Then don't." _ _ _ Zoe Ford, the sharp-tongued daughter of LA's top police chief, has always lived under the weight of her family's legacy. Raised by her detective brother while her father hunted criminals, she's no stranger to chaos-but nothing could prepare her for Jayce Calaway. When a duffle bag mix-up puts her in the path of the city's most feared gang leader, Zoe's defiance ignites a deadly game of cat and mouse. Jayce rules with no mercy, but Zoe refuses to back down, setting the stage for a collision of fire and ice. Hate. Betrayal. Bloodshed. This is WANTED.

Elite Affairs - (Book one) by AnitaOEdward

(Sophomore) They stand facing each other, their eyes locked in an intense stare. The tension between them is thick, their dislike obvious. Her voice is quiet but sharp. "I can't stand you." "Same here," he mutters, his eyes filled with anger. But as they keep staring, something shifts. Their gazes dig deeper, as if searching for something hidden. The anger in their eyes slowly fades, replaced by something else-something neither of them wants to admit. "Why can't you just go away?" she whispers. "Because I can't stop thinking about you," he murmurs back. For a moment, they don't look away. Hatred and attraction mix in a way that feels impossible to untangle. 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 Açelya Bennett's life was forever altered when she left her home in Istanbul, fleeing the shadows of her father's financial struggles and the haunting memory of her mother's passing. She crossed continents to find refuge with her uncle and his wife in America, who enrolled her in an elite boarding school. In this rarefied world of privilege and pretension, Açelya struggled to find her footing. The entitled elite seemed to whisper cruel taunts in the hallways, their eyes piercing her like daggers. But one boy, Léon Richter, stood out - his chiseled features and piercing gaze seemed to bore into her very soul. Their initial encounters were a clash of wills, their words dripping with venom. Yet, as they continued to cross paths, their animosity slowly gave way to a forbidden attraction. As Açelya navigated this new world, she found herself drawn to Léon in ways she couldn't explain. Despite their differences, they found common ground, and their love blossomed in the unlikeliest of places. With Léon by her side, Açelya finally felt like she belonged, like she had found a true home. Photos are not mine 😘

Becoming "Forever Yours" by RemMonroe

Two girls. One heart. A tale of an unusual love. A story some of us need to hear. ~ "I like you. I don't care how uncomfortable that makes anybody. And I damn sure ain't letting anyone dictate if I can or can't talk to you." She brought my hands closer up, I could feel her cool breath against my knuckles. "Or if I can or can't be around you." "Why.. do you care so much?" I couldn't be angry anymore, not at her. Not with how she was looking at me right now. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." She pulled me into her, the smell of her leather jacket now more heady and thrilling as ever. She's going to kiss me.. She's.. she's really going to do it.. My eyes started to flutter close, head tilting in a fashion that allowed me to see what was coming just before I closed them completely. Awe shit. I backed away. "Turn around.." My chest tightened. "..And there's your reason."

Sparkle of life (Mafia Love Story #1) by KATHLEEN_HAYAT

She tried to loosen his grip on her jaw but invane. "This i-is n-not right. You c-can't t-touch me. P-Please m-move away you're t-to close. J-just let me go." Her words only infuriated him to no end. He growled, his chest vibrated and he snickered like a deranged man. "I can touch you as much as I want and wherever I want." She felt enraged at his vile words. "NO! YOU CAN NOT! I won't allow thismmmmffff." He didn't let her finish and to emphasise on his words he took her lips in a bruising kiss which was full of passion, lust and aggression. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Alizey a 21 year old girl who is a university student,and lives happily with her family. She is a hijjabi and a practicing Muslimah. For her, her family is everything,and she can do anything for them. Alexander, the boss of the under world, known as Alex. He is ruthless,stone hearted man. What happened when he lays his eyes on a girl, who can never be his. What will he do to get her. (18+⚠️) READ TO FIND OUT. THERE ARE TOTAL 54 CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY.... Highest ranks. #1 in mine. #1 in muslim. #1 in hijabi. #1 in gunn. #1 in muslimah. #1 in desire. #1 in criminal. ******************************** This work is completely mine and I'm strictly against plagiarism so kindly DO NOT COPY MY WORK.

|| Dealing With You || ✔ by choco_milk_shake

10 Shit 9 I walk in the living room and stood in a random corner in an attempt to be away from everyone else. 8 I looked around to see if anyone else was as lonely as I was. 7 But everyone was either taken or asleep. Typical. 6 Well, I knew I was going to die a loner anyways. 5 what would it be like to kiss a cow? 4 i bet it would be slimmy. 3 and smelly. 2 "There's no more time", I signed already planning on ditching this place and finding a cow to spend my life with. 1 As I was headed for the door, I was pulled into a closet and a soft pair of warm lips were pressed against mine. Tenderly they grasp the back of my head, pulling me in closer. I slowly melt in to them, embracing the kiss and allowing myself to surrender into the moment. As soon as I knew it those soft lips pulled away and I open my eyes, coming face to face with my reality. Those soft lips belonged to the same green eyes I would stare at numerous times and fantasize. Those same eyes which i knew were basically off limits. From that kiss, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to be able to continue following that rule. I just kissed Aiden. I gulped and looked at the ground. That was also my first kiss. -------------------------------- Sarah Patel. 17 year old Indian American Teen who's one goal in life is to finish high school, unnoticeably, snarkingly, and with her best friend Jasmine by her side. That is until she develops a ground breaking, core shaking, head exploding crush on the most unavailable guy in school. Hey, can you really blame her? Follow Sarah on her journey through self identification and acceptance as she discovers herself and her feelings through this little journey known as high school.

If Only He Looked My Way by whoismanalanyways

The plan was simple: press the bell and run. Easy. Except... I didn't even get to touch it. The door opened. I froze. A girl stepped out-older than us, maybe by a year or two. Long straight hair, calm expression. Casual, but perfect. And painfully familiar. Yusuf's sister. From Instagram. From that Eid post. Panic hit. My brain: static. Useless. "Uh... does Beenish aunty live here?" WHO. IS. BEENISH. AUNTY. She blinked. "No." "Okay, sorry! Wrong house. Allah Hafiz!" I spun around and half-tripped my way to the nearest bush-where Zainab had already thrown herself like the absolute traitor she is. I started smacking her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STAY WITH ME!" She was wheezing. "Your face! Oh my God, your FACE!" "I panicked! I asked for a fake aunty!" We were still giggling when- The door creaked again. Slower. Heavier. Zainab's laughter stopped. "Zainab," I whispered. "I think... it's him." I turned-just slightly. And there he was. Saif. Plain black tee, sweatpants, and that same cap from his profile. Tall. Calm. Phone in hand. He looked sharper in real life. Taller too. Like the air around him knew who he was before I did. His eyes scanned the street, slow and aware, like he felt something was off. I forgot how to exist. Zainab leaned in. "He's hotter in real life." "Shut. Up." He hadn't seen us. But I saw him. And seeing him like that-real, breathing, quietly magnetic-was something else. He wasn't just a pixelated post anymore. He was here. And somehow, even across the street, he had that pull. Zainab started poking me. qt qt qt on repeat. I elbowed her so hard she nearly fell. Then-his eyes swept the street. Paused. On a cat. He bent down, gently scratched behind its ears. Like they were best friends reuniting after war. We ducked. Hard. And in that moment, I knew two things: One, I was going to murder Zainab. Two, I was absolutely going to remember this forever. And that's how I met him.

Beautifully Obsessed by Aphrodite4263

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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❛𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬❜ ― 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 cover

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❛𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬❜ ― 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

❛He inhaled deeply and looked at her, and Vivienne's head tilted as she traced the line of his jaw with her eyes, or the pouty swell of his pink lips as his tongue darted across and left a trail of moisture in its wake. Just as she was studying him, he was memorizing every feature on her face - her beauty mark, which he was sure she had more of, and the fullness of her lips always tinted with mauve. But it was her eyes that he always circled back to. Sleek, almost cat-like, but doe at the same time. When she laughed, it shone in her eyes and left him breathless, but when she thought no one was looking at her, they would seem so empty, and even then, he found her beautiful. She was a puzzle, and Spencer Reid loved puzzles.❜ ― WHERE Spencer Reid's ever-stagnant, helpless flow of life had only ever been made bearable by the distraction of sick minds and the never-ending analyses of linguistics, the introduction of Vivienne LaForteza came quietly, like the barely-felt slither of a boa coiling around a sleeping gazelle before its bones were crushed within the reptile's grip. He was a genius. He spotted signs and recognized patterns miles before anyone else could get a glimpse, so he knew there was more to her than meets the eye - and he would gladly smile even as blood filled his mouth, so long as she wrapped herself around him. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙙𝙧𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 ) ©-moncher