❝You don't have to hide with me, Angel. I want to see you. Always have and always will.❞ ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Willow Hart is barely holding herself together, drowning at home and in her thoughts. In the silence no one was supposed to notice. Tristan Hayes is the schools golden boy and everything she shouldn't want: confident, untouchable, and unmistakably himself. One night, she collapses on the beach, only to be found by the star football player. Two strangers in a quiet moment turns into something deeper. Built on late-night conversations and unspoken understanding, their bond feels strong. Unbreakable. But no secrets stay hidden forever, and lies are no longer a source of safety. When everything comes crashing down, is love enough to keep them together? Or will it be what breaks them? Read to find out! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ WATTPAD NOVEL ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ {ONGOING} This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

ONGOING "I hate you," "I don't think you do," he cups my face, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I really do," "Lying isn't good for you beautiful," "Has anyone every told you that you suck?" "No?" "Well I guess there's a first for everything. You suck. " "I love it when you talk dirty to me," ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° HIGHEST RANKS #2 in heartfelt #1 in attractive #3 in cliche ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° Belle Huxley was a talkative girl in college that majored in music. She wanted someone who would listen to her ramble about her favourite artists and sing late night songs with her. Belle was always up for friends, even when she had troubled with them in the past. Even when her mental health drowns her. Hunter Maxwell was the popular hockey player who wanted no distractions. His one and only goal is to play professional hockey after he graduates and observes rather than talk. But he can't when he's so drawn to her. She brought him out of his shell and he's hates that he likes that. He was blunt and bold, a guy with no filter. She was caring and happy, a girl who was extremely talkative. Even with a horrible past. Maybe opposites do attract. Maybe. ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° "I'm going to shove your hockey stick up your ass," "Is that your way of saying you love me?" ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° NO SMUT IM SORRY.

COMPLETE !! "What would you do if I die?" "Die." "Oh you would die?" I mumble and he nods giving me a small smile. "What would you do if I die?" He repeats my question. "Live." He frowns and I internally evil laugh at myself. That was a good one. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins was a talkative girl always in the mood for friends and Zeke Miller just happened to be there at the right time. Her bubbly personality, weird obsession with marvel, and stupid jokes enlightening his mood and fitting perfectly with his uncommunicative behaviour. No one would've expected it, but they understood each in a perfect, unusual way. She was funny and kind to everyone. He was rude and dull to everyone. Well, everyone except her. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HIGHEST RANKS- #1 in goodgirl #1 in innocent #1 in cold #1 in heartfelt #1 in sweetheart #1 in attraction #2 in opposites #2 in cliche #4 in humour ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins wanted someone to match marvel sweatshirts with, but she didn't expect to come across a wealthy family who did dangerous things for living. Zeke Miller wanted a quiet day to observe, not meaning to contain a conversation with a weird girl at a cafe. But why did he come back? Why did he make her a friend? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "Darling?" "Yes?" "Do you love me?" "Always. Why?" "Just making sure," ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Are these two going to get a happy ending? ~~~ 𝘼+𝙕? ~~~ *𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 * This story is rough around the edges in the beginning chapters and will hopefully get better. This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, self-harm, etc.)

#𝟐 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 They never truly believed they would meet again. Somehow, years later, they find themselves attending the same school. He has changed, but not for the better. Meanwhile, she still happens to be the same girl he met nine years prior. They continue with their lives without realizing who the other person is, until a sudden realization strikes them. Was their reconnection due to fate, or was it planned all along? Rowan seems to have a negative outlook on everything he does. Despite Reese's efforts, Rowan appears to think that he deserves nothing but the worst. Reese is determined to keep pushing forward, despite Rowan's negative attitude.

A girl who talks too much. A man who barely speaks. A beginning that already feels like trouble. Isla Bennett has always been easy to read, easy to love, and impossible to silence, drifting through life with a kind warmth. Rafe Costello is the complete opposite, a CEO built on control and silence, someone who keeps his distance because it's easier than letting anyone get close enough to matter. What begins as reluctant proximity between them, slowly turns into something neither of them can seem to stay away from. But the question is.. how does a man who trusts nothing learn to trust someone like her? And how does a girl who feels everything, handle the one person she cannot quite figure out? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He shook his head slightly. But lifted his arm anyway. She spun again, laughing louder this time, and when she looked back at him he was watching her carefully. He muttered quietly under his breath. "You're trouble." Isla blinked at him, before soon smiling with a wide grin. "I'll take that as a compliment." ------------------------------------------------------------------ -SEQUEL TO 'MR.SERIOUS'-

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 TEENFICTION #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY

𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 - 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩. ⋆⭒˚🍒｡⭒⋆ 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙡 has always been too much. Too bold, too sharp, too dangerous in a miniskirt. And she's never apologized for any of it. 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣, on the other hand, was the town's golden boy. Southern manners, a clean record, and a last name that opened doors - especially since his father was the sheriff. He was everything Cherry couldn't stand: polished, privileged, and infuriatingly polite. But what she never knew? He spent half his youth watching her, wishing he was brave enough to touch chaos with both hands. Years later, Cherry's still stuck in the same dead-end town, now haunted by grief and bitterness after the mysterious death of her brother. She spends her nights under the hood of broken-down cars and behind the counter of the Quik Mart, holding herself together with stubborn pride and Diet Coke. Then one night, Memphis shows up on her doorstep - bloodied, staggering, and barely conscious. And suddenly, he's not the golden boy anymore. He's unraveling. And he's asking for her. --- #3 in #southerngothic 8.15.25 #6 in #corruption 8.2.25 #7 in #enemieswithbenefits 7.28.25 #5 in #temptation 10.14.25

"You still like it slow?" I murmur, brushing my lips along her jaw, her ear, the fluttering pulse at her throat. "Or do you want me to fuck you like all my nights in Athens and Marseille have had me forget how to be gentle?" ────🌠──── 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙊'𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡 was sixteen, the DA's perfect daughter with a taste for dangerous boys. 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙨 was nineteen, heir to a crime family and already soaked in blood. But she made him soft, and he made her reckless - until one violent night shattered everything. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 - 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Now, six years later, Summer's father is running for Congress, and his campaign is unearthing ghosts best left buried. And Summer and Orion are forced back into each other's lives. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

He is drunk. He is a man-whore. He is seeing someone else. And he just... kissed me. So, I pull away just enough to look up at him, my expression somewhere between turned-on bewilderment and plain disgust at myself, him, the situation. And I slap him. ────˖°⊹🏈⊹ ࣪ ˖──── 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 "𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦" 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 has spent the last two years building a name for herself in her university's theatre program - quietly, relentlessly, and without distractions. She's disciplined, sharp, and determined to make her dream career a reality. She doesn't party, doesn't date, and definitely doesn't have time for cocky football players who think showing up late with a smirk is charm. Enter 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 - athletic golden boy, campus heartthrob, and a walking PR nightmare. When a failing grade and too many suspension-worthy party photos land him on academic probation, his coach throws down the gauntlet: audition for the spring production of "The Rainmaker", or lose his football scholarship. To everyone's shock, including his own, Atlas lands the male lead opposite Chellie. Now forced to play lovers onstage, Chellie and Atlas are thrown into late-night rehearsals and kiss choreography that feels too real. She thinks he's all ego and no discipline. He thinks she's uptight, cold, and a little too obsessed with control. But every line they rehearse chips away at their defenses. And the closer they get under stage lights, the more blurred the lines become. She's spent her whole life planning for the future. He's spent his avoiding anything that hurts. But something is happening between them - something raw and volatile, magnetic and deeply inconvenient. And when the script demands vulnerability, desire, and trust, it's not just the characters that start falling.

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025