Marriage. Displayed to be the most perfect thing, but can have its faults at times. Roman and Alaiya seem to be learning more about that every day. They're learning to grow as people, not just together, but also by themselves. Yes, things get hard, but will Roman and Alaiya's love be strong enough to survive through those hardships? ***This is a sequel into Roman and Alaiya's relationship. I would not recommend reading this unless you have already read Worse for Better. ~~~~ "Thank you for the best birthday present." I give him a confused look. "But I didn't get you anything." Maybe he forgot that he put a rule against me buying him literally anything or else he would toss me to Canada. His words, not mine. "You buying me a private jet or some shit like that isn't the same thing as you giving me the chance to fall in love with you all over again every time we get moments like these." He makes direct eye contact when he says that, meaning he actually feels that way, meaning I'm about to start crying any second now.

Change. Something we all must go through. Skyler Davis realized she had to go through it far too early on. But when surprising news hits that makes her doubt her entire life, coming face-to-face with the person who made her feel like she had to change isn't exactly what's helpful. Jaxon Sanchez; the playboy around campus, known notoriously for his one-night stands. He's always had a soft spot for Skyler, if not more since they were young, and when he finally sees her again, guilt, more so regret for how things ended starts eating away at him. He's dedicated on getting that second chance. Will Skyler give him that? Or will Jaxon even be able to put away the persona he's built on not caring about anything so he can fix things with Skyler?

Love. A word that never made sense to Ivy Blanchard. Yes, she helps all of her friends with every relationship because she wants to see them happy, but she never really believed in the exaggerated picture of what "love" is. Trusting someone completely by opening up to them has never really amused her, and maybe that's because of what she went through as a little girl. When one day, she gets drunk and calls Kai Hale; one of her cousin's friends, to come and get her, it escalates into a fake relationship that neither of them expected. To convince her friend that she doesn't need help finding love, she decides to create a fake relationship with Kai. Although, the lie only begins to lead into other things that neither one of them realized or were prepared for. Kai is the exact opposite of Ivy. Smiling is second nature to him, and love is definitely something he's always believed in, he just doesn't have enough time for it with his complicated schedule. When Ivy and him begin getting close though, he realizes there definitely is something happening, but convincing Ivy that it's okay to let someone in is harder than he thought it would be. Will he actually get over the wall she's built since she could remember?

Grief. It can tear someone's life apart or make them stronger. Though that may be true, Bethane only feels the pain. She lost the person who made her life exciting, what was she supposed to feel? But losing someone right in front of you hurts more and is a different type of grief that she experienced for three years. Three years up until Rider came back into her life and decided that he wanted to earn her trust again. Bethane has already moved on as she says and claims to hate him but is what she feels really hate, or is it betrayal done by the one person she chose to let herself be vulnerable? Rider is committed to earning her trust again and getting a second chance. Bethane is committed to ignoring and hating him for the rest of her life, but with those two very different goals, who's going to accomplish theirs in the end? ~~~~~~ 1k reads September 17, 2021 10k reads April 9, 2022

It was one night. No names no feelings. But nothing is that simple when the impossibly hot stranger Ava encounters is heir to the Caponelli mafia... This book is available in print and now as a webcomic on WEBTOON! ***** Ava Moretti is a mafia princess with a fiery personality and an aversion to doing what she's told. Nick Caponelli is next-in-line to lead the Caponelli mafia - and he is used to getting exactly what he wants. When they meet by chance one night neither has any idea they are from rival crime families. After a night of passion they are supposed to part ways and never see each other again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity violence and drug use which may be triggering for some readers. Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

Elliott Reynolds arrived at Newton Academy with the intention of keeping her head down and finishing her last year of studies quietly. Although that doesn't go to plan, as she discovers the duplicity of England's most prestigious boarding school and catches the eye of the school's Head boy and notorious player, Nicolas Montgomery. - Shakespeare, sex, secrets, Addiction, anarchy and art. It's all part of the normal school year, right? - Strong female lead. Enemies to lovers Dark academia. Found family. Set in a English boarding school.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.