❝ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... ❞ There's only one rule amongst the Pogues: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. Mari Routledge finds it easy enough to follow. Or at least she did until she got hurled head-first into the adventure of a lifetime⸺a treasure hunt that alters everything she thought she knew, everything she thought she felt. Caught somewhere between the two very different worlds of Kooks and Pogues, Mari is forced to confront loss and the intricacies of belonging, all while surviving a toxic ex and unraveling a web of family lies. Throw in the added complication of falling for her brother's best friend, and she'll quickly learn that in the sun-soaked chaos of the Outer Banks, nothing comes without a cost. Not even love. 𝐎𝐁𝐗 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟏 ━ 𝟑 ❪ jj maybank x fem!oc ❫

"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

"It doesn't matter where we are, I can feel you in a room full of people. Ain't that something baby?"

❝Allow me to show you the art of using a gun, bellissima.❞ he murmurs, his warm breath caressing my flushed skin. 𝜗𝜚 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈 hails from a dark family, yet she remains the women of sunshine in their eyes. Her burning desire is to become a successful lawyer, following in her dead mother's footsteps, rather than resorting to guns and bathing in warm blood like the rest of her family. With her intelligence and unwavering determination, her dream is within arm's reach. However, everything crumbles when she is forced into a marriage for the sake of her father's business and her protection. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 is the son of the Italian mafia and the soon-to-be leader. He embodies ruthlessness, coldness, and danger. He takes lives in the blink of an eye, relishing in the torment of his victims until they plead for death. To ascend as the leader, he requires a wife - and then he comes across her. Will Jamilah be able to stand by his side as he rises to power, or will she be consumed by the same darkness that drives him? Two 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 and one 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Nia Carter, 20 Nia is the kind of girl who can turn a five-minute conversation into a forty-minute conversation without even realizing it. She's a psychology major, a complete nerd when it comes to human behavior, and has an embarrassing amount of fun at the library. She color-codes her notes, gets genuinely excited when she learns something interesting, and has a habit of talking to herself when she's studying. She's also very pretty, although she doesn't always seem to know it. Her biggest problem? She overthinks everything. Especially Elliot. Elliot Hayes, 22 Elliot is the exact opposite. He's quiet, observant, and doesn't waste words just to fill silence. He's an engineering student who's usually found in the library, an old coffee shop, or somewhere on campus where nobody can bother him. He's British-American, has a dry sense of humor, and has perfected the art of looking mildly annoyed when he's actually amused. People tend to assume he's cold. He's not. He's just selective. And unfortunately for him, Nia somehow becomes the one person he doesn't mind talking to.

ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ "You and I are Polar Opposites."

when a breakout pop girl breaks the norms and becomes an icon of her own all while finding love... 18+ michaeljacksonxrihanna

A shattered cellphone and a shattered heart is what Kensli is left with after an accidental phone call. Betrayal and vengeance led her into the hands of one of her brother's wedding guest. A mystery of a man who provides her with the sweetest remedy for heartbreak. Only, the following morning, Jeremiah has staked his claim for her to be his from now until the end of time.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕, 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕." - 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫