"As I passionately kiss your lips and breathe all of you in, release your pain to me; let me inhale it and let my soothing touch heal your broken soul. -------- What starts as soft glares and innocent forehead kisses turns into something more carnal, deeper and wickedly tempting to explore. She isn't looking for true love, a concept she has given up on searching for. What her soul burns for is a man's touch to set her body ablaze and consume her completely in a whirlwind of intense pleasure and ecstasy. He desires a vibrant woman to do all the wickedly sinful things burning in his mind to, one who can unleash the dominant beast in him and torture sensually with all the pleasure he has to offer. She seems to be all he's ever needed and maybe someone whose heart he can heal and stitch back in place piece by piece until it can beat hard in her chest again and say his name. But nothing ever comes on a silver platter, especially with loads of drama and misfortunes tailing each one of them from sources closer than they could ever imagine. ⚠︎Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mentions of sexual assault, mild language, drama and is a slowburn

"𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠" - 𝑅. 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 ______________________________ "I can help with that" Alexander lets out as he watches Bella fiddling with the strings of her top. Shocked, Bella stills for a second before she absently blurts out a quiet "Okay" Alexander walks towards her after getting her permission and takes the strings in his hands. As he undoes the crossed pattern, his fingers brush against her skin and almost reveal her generous chest. "W-what are you doing?" She asks in a whisper as she holds the top so it doesn't open completely and reveals herself to him. "I'm fixing it" His deep husky voice only worsens her state and accelerates her heartbeat. ______________________________ What could you expect when the whole college art department is invited to an exhibition of an famous photographer? Some would say a night to pass some hours and enjoy art, some might even say a boring way to pass your Saturday night because the art turned out to be something that they don't like. But for Bella it was all but that. She didn't expect to connect with his art in more ways than profesional. She didn't expect to cry over it because it brought back some memories. But what she definitely didn't expect is an job offer, a sweet male companion and a possible lover. But did these two connect simply because they have same interests? Or did fate tangled her fingers into their lives? Read to find out _______________________________________________ #1 in gentleman - out of 1,4k books - 05.09.2022. #1 in cutelove - out of 4,63k books - 31.08.2022. #5 in artist - out of 21,5k books - 25.07.2022. #22 in love - out of 2,34m books - 04.07.2022 #5 in sweetromance - out of 3.19k books - 16.06.2022.

In one swift movement of my hand I reached behind Sapphire's neck and released her hair from the low ponytail it was in. She gasped at my action and looked at me with feverish eyes. I thought I saw the colour gold flicker in her eyes, for a few seconds before I lifted my hand near her face and tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear, before I said: "I fell in love with you, the first second I saw you reading that Tolstoy book in the library." She looked up at me, her warm beige skin looked like it was glowing now and she said with pure sincerity in her eyes "per sempre, in ogni dimensione, per sempre in ogni vita, solo tu fino al mio ultimo respiro amore mio" It meant (Forever, in every dimension, forever in every life, only you until my last breath, my love) I snaked my hands around her waist and pulled her close to me. Before kissing her the way I wanted to all this time, i looked into her eyes and said "Me too my love, me too." My first novel is about soulmates. And reincarnation. About, how many bodies a soul has to live in before they finally become their true selves. And before they finally get to be with their soulmate. It's about how love has so many faces. It's about how we never know what roads life will force us to cross. And what emotions we will be gifted to feel. And the things we're blessed with that sometimes we neglect. It's about giving yourself the time to grow and evolve before you give yourself to someone completely. And it's about not to take the love you have in your life for granted.

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

He brushed his lips against my jaw, his dark hair falling over his brow. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me." I followed his orders and looked into the raven-black depths before me. I saw my entranced gaze reflected in his glaring one. "Tell me what you see." I kept on looking at him, searching for something, anything, that remained of the person he used to be. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But his eyes were so dark, so empty . . . "Nothing. I see nothing," I whispered. He smirked, his gaze still on me. He pulled away, leaving me feeling cold. "Exactly. You see nothing - that's because there's nothing there." ** How much can a person change in just three years? Short and full of fiery spirit, Hanna Jordan is a gifted college student who is enrolled in one of the most prestigious culinary programs in the country. She's just returned from three years of study in France and is anxious to reconnect with her longtime friend, Rian Aronhalt. However, when she does finally see him, she's startled to find that he's become an entirely different person. Cold, ill-tempered, and exceptionally attractive, Rian is absolutely nothing like his old self. Worst of all, he claims he doesn't even remember her. Despite their differences, both are haunted by dark memories of the past, which form a poisonous bond between Hanna and Rian that neither can escape from. Can they both heal from the scars time left behind, and find love in the process?

"Has anyone ever touched you here?" My heart raced as heat surged through me. I shook my head and his hand slid lower, resting on my thigh, near my butt. "What about here, Liza?" I bit my lip, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through me. I shook my head again, and his hand moved to my abdomen, "Here?" his gaze became intense. I gulped and shook my head. His hand continued its ascent, stopping in the center of my chest. I dragged a long breath in. "I bet nobody has ever touched you here," he murmured, his voice now husky and tinged with tension. I gulped, shaking my head again. Moving his hand up to my neck, he held it firmly from the side and yanked me closer. Our faces inches apart. "What are you doing to me, Liza?" Liza Kirby's life changes forever when she accidentally pulls Adrian Scott, a mysterious and dangerously attractive man, out of a book. Dive into the chaos with "Into Your World" where love gets dangerous, secrets come to light, and trust is shattered. What starts as a mistake turns into a game of obsession that Liza may not survive. Triggers: Explicit Sexual Content, Violence and Abuse, Self-Harm, Grief and Loss, PTSD and Trauma, Graphic Descriptions of Murder, Gore, etc. It's raw, it's unflinching, and it's designed to challenge and provoke. You've been warned!! And of course, there's ✨ magic ✨ too. STARTED WRITING: MAY 24, 2024 FINISHED WRITING: OCTOBER 12, 2024

It's moments like these that make me feel like my soul is entangled with his. It feels like all of the broken pieces of me turned out to be the missing pieces in his puzzle and not at all the worthless trash that I thought they were previously. Every jagged edge dripping with blood that killed the child in me has a home against one of his, which have slowly healed into each other. Huh. Maybe that's just it. Maybe our pasts were meant to be so painful and broken so that when we met, we'd fit each other so perfectly, so snuggly, so completely that nothing would ever be able to break us again. Maybe all of the pain and suffering and loneliness truly did have a purpose after all. Maybe all of it was so that I could become the kind of person that I needed when I was a kid. - - - She is the most selfless, giving, caring, compassionate, intelligent, fearless, ambitious, loyal, kind, stubborn, patient, hardworking, did I mention stubborn-as-hell, woman I have ever met. She treats the world with such kindness even though it has beaten her till she was bloody and bruised more times than you can count. No one in this world deserves happiness and peace more than she does. I just want to grab her demons by the fucking throat and hurt them as bad as they hurt her. I want to hurt Bohr and her dad and Caroline and every person that ever made her feel small or insignificant or made her hate herself. I just want to help her feel happy. She's drowning in front of me and I'm just trying to pull her out of the water.

All the teasing, the soft brushes of skin, the jealousy, the late night talks, the sexual tension so thick you could cut with a knife-they were all let out the moment his lips touched mine. It's the moment people dream about in movies or tell their grandchildren stories about. It was the kiss I didn't know I had been waiting for my entire life. It's needy, messy, impatient, untamed. We're grasping at each other like the desperate climax of an apocalypse movie. It's only fueled by the fact that it isn't supposed to happen, deep desires forming in places I could only dream of. And then he realizes it about the same time I do. We let go of each other quickly, the fire we created nearly burning us, and he steps back. "Fuck," he mutters, running his hand through his messy curls, squeezing his eyes shut, and letting out a deep breath. "What are we doing?" I whisper. "I don't know." And to be honest, I still don't know. Hi, I'm Mary-Kelton, and I'm the idiot who fell for the rich fuckboy. Call it hate, call it love, call it confusing. I call him Declan Ambrose Wilder, and I am royally screwed. Spicy chapters: 54 is honestly the best in my opinion, 26-27, 31, 32, 34, 35, 44, 49 *To all my Bryan girls, thank you for being here from day one! Declan Wilder was very much inspired by him!

"Whoever coined the term 'love' as a sign of endearment was an absolute idiot, and I mean that in the most polite way possible." Julia, like most seniors, is somewhat ready to face the final year of high school before she plans on achieving one of her two goals; to pursue her dreams in the field of journalism. The other dream, you ask? The one she's dead set on crumbling up and throwing aside? To experience romance worth the songs, the stories, and the sonnets. So, transferring to a new high school a year before passing out seems too short to want to live and love, but, unfortunately, fate has other plans in store. And the plan involves one sun-eyed boy with hopes bigger and beyond the world, and every intention to crash into a certain eager, future journalism student's life and break her walls. "Nobody focuses on the story anymore. It's always the beginning and the conclusion. The depth is all in the middle - the body, the 'long-ass narratives'." "Is it, now? Oh please, pray tell?" "Sure, you have your hope and destiny, but what about everything else in between?" "Like these small moments where I tell you how much reading helps me fall asleep? Or the moments where you punch my arm in return?"