So Far But Still So Close ( short story)
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His Heart, Mine
She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~Completa
Lines We Cross
"I gave you all the chances to escape me, you didn't take them. Don't pretend like we both don't know you secretly like being my wife." ~~~~~~ When enemies say 'I do,' sparks fly-and not the good kind. Archer and Isabelle are bound by a marriage of convenience, but they can't stand the sight of each other. Yet, beneath the biting words and icy glares lies a chemistry they can't ignore. As they navigate the lines between love and hate, will they find a way to cross into something real? **age gap: 4 years**
Simply Mates
"It's not that I don't want you," I tell him softly as I wring my hands together. "Because I do, it's just complicated." "It's not complicated." He states, his voice hard and cold. "We're simply mates. There's nothing complicated about it." My heart flutters at his words, before sinking further into my chest and my skin buzzes with pleasurable electricity, before dulling into a a slight tickle. He's right, but he's wrong and he knows this. "It's not that simple." His head snaps towards me. His eyes darken and widen as his wolf pushes forward. His teeth begin to sharpen into fangs and his nails lengthen into claws. He's shifting. "Are you rejecting me, love?" He questions darkly. ~~~~~~~~~~~ This features characters from my other story "I Won't Give In". Although this is a stand alone book, there will be some spoilers of "I Won't Give In" and it is recommended to read "I Won't Give In" first. :)Completa
In Pieces, Together.
Zayne Rhodes, man of a complex morally gray personality. How will he deal with his arranged marriage with a pure soul like Jennie. It's not just about forced relationship, it's about childhood inner grudge, forced relationship, mental illness and much more. Will all the pieces be joined or would they remain scattered? Will the confusion be solved or not? Take a dive into their lives to get a closer look.
Hate To Love You: From Enemies To Lovers
Two individuals that felt hostility toward each other cross paths again, in a babysitting job. Will they feel hatred? or maybe... affection?Completa
Oh, Heather
She moved all the way from Maine to a small town in Nebraska just as her senior year began. Thankfully, she managed to make two friends on her first day, but everything has a downside, and this one was when the new friends shared a hatred for the girl that Heather found herself falling for. But who would have known that at a Valentine's party hosted by the most popular guy in school, she would've been kissed by that same girl who swears she hates every part of her? I always write ahead and always go back to edit chapters, but I'm far too lazy to go back and changed the already posted chapters. If there are any plot inconsistencies I apologize. Date started writing: 08/16/2023 Date finished writing: 01/16/24 Date started publishing: 08/28/2023 Date ended: Not Yet Finished All warnings will be written at the top of the chapter the warning was needed for. This contains minor swearing.Completa
She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~
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