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Some guys are smooth, unreadable-dangerous in a way that makes your pulse do things it shouldn't. But hey, who doesn't have a little emotional damage these days? Then the weird stuff starts. The calls. The messages. The undeniable feeling that someone's watching you. Totally normal, right? (Wrong.) Because when your psycho ex, slithers back into the picture, things go from maybe I need help to okay, I'm definitely about to get murdered. The worst part? You have no idea which man you should be running from.

His heart was the key to his love. His heart was a wonderful broken place. His heart was mine and my heart was his. The problem was how long were we going to be able to hold on to each other My name is Isabella Moore and this is my story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was snapped out of my thought when Ethan uttered so softly, that if we weren't so close I wouldn't have heard it. "What are you doing to me, Isabella?" I was left speechless but before my brain could even register his words, his lips were on mine. My body was immediately ignited with an unknown fire. My heart was pounding in my chest, rapidly, as he moved his soft lips on mine. I was shocked at first but not really knowing what I was doing... I kissed him back. My lips in sync with his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: NOT EDITED> there are a lot of mistakes and hopefully gonna be editing each part. There is offensive language and will as a considerable amount of kisses. If you are uncomfortable with that, don't bother reading but let me make this clear...You will regret it for the rest of your life. Lol, Jk. But seriously, bear with me because I am a rookie in writing big stories.

The edited version of this book is being updated under the name "That's Inappropriate, Mr. King." Twenty-two-year-old Anna wonders if she will ever find her mate. After her brother suggests that she should go to her original pack and try her luck, she decides to move there and gets her first job as a high school teacher. She had dreamed about her mate for very long time, but when she finds him, he is nothing like she expected... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Mr. King, what can I help you with?" "Mate..." He growled... A conflicted look in his eyes. "I knew this would happen, but I told you, we have to wait-" He scoffed, interrupting me. "I Caleb King, re-" Now, I interrupted him... with a kiss. I know I should not be doing this, but I have been looking for him for so long and I just needed to do this... At least once. A real kiss with my mate. I expected him to pull away but he put his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer to him. I could feel sparks and a happiness and tranquility invaded my body. It just felt right and I wanted more, but I knew how this would end. I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I stepped back, interrupting the kiss. He whimpered a little bit and for a second I saw adoration in his eyes, but he pushed it back, giving me a blank stare. "I am sorry. I needed to do this. You can reject me now." He looked a little taken aback. "You were going to reject me. I just thought we both needed to experience this only once. You are the future Alpha, so I should not be the one to break the bond. Please do it now!" I do not why, but I wanted him to do it. After all, he was going to do it before and I did not want a kiss to change his mind. "I Caleb King, reject you Anna Amores as my mate." I think I could hear my heart break in that second. "I Anna Amores, accept your rejection, Alpha, and I wish the best for you, always." I gave him an honest smile... And he left, without looking back... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Blaire, is a simple highschooler. Smart, popular and the one with good grades but not the nerd. But like every other normal human being, life is complicated for her too. It wasn't but apparently it became when a sudden heart-wrenching event drastically changed her life. And once it started getting messy, the list never stopped and so it was. It became more complicated when Christian Woods, the bad boy stepped in. With Destiny playing its trump cards, they'll come across but what happens when you fall in love with that particular 'stay away from' boy? Shakespeare said, the course of true love is never easy and so it is.Maybe it's your same cliché highschool badboy love story but with a touch of salt. Amidst all these drama of highschool and all the outer negative forces putting on their act, will their love sustain? ▪️▪️▪️ ▪️ His lips came closer and mine parted slightly but he diverted and dug his head in the crook of my neck. My fingers travelled through his hairs as he teased me with his lips playfully. Tracing my collarbone and then making it all the way up to my ears. My fingers wrapped around the back of his neck and I crashed my lips on his, perfectly entwining with the buttery movement. Our lips parted as our tongues met, dancing and twirling as if discovering each inch. The continuation of his nibbling at my lower lip dragged it much deeper into more velvety chemistry and more passionately electrifying. When our lips parted, we were utterly breathless. I just lost myself, sitting on his lap and staring into his eyes. "Shall we have breakfast?" I whispered. "I'm having mine right now," he whispered as his lips brushed against my ear and he gently bit my earlobe. "Ah!" a silent gasp left my lips automatically and I felt his smirk against my skin. 🥉Black and Gold Flames Awards © SANYUKTA

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

He takes a step forward and stops. He shakes his head looking down at his feet "I can't kiss you, Analia." Why does he have to say my name like that? The way he says it is so intoxicating. It sends chills throughout my body, every time it spills from out of his mouth. "Why not, Ryder?" I say lifting his head with my hand and resting it on his cheek. He looks into my eyes with widen eyes, knowing that I have the same affect on him, that he has on me. "Cause your kiss will be the death of me, Analia." "At least you'll die happy," I say shrugging, looking up at him. "Fuck it." *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Analia, meaning kindhearted and compassionate. Analia Rayne was both those things. Even when she was both those things, her life was not as smooth as it seemed. A list of things is what made it not so perfect. A change is what she wanted and a change is what she got, a drastic one. To be an assassin. Many things came along with being an assassin, but it never mentioned him. Ryder, meaning warrior. Ryder Kingston was a hell of a warrior. He knew being an assassin too well, it is what he's been doing for years now. His past is the biggest why. Opening up was something he struggled with. But, never would he had thought that the girl with turquoise eyes, that once he looked into them he felt safe, with an obsession of baking, and sarcastic remarks would be someone he would confide in so easily. As much as Ryder didn't know, Analia also didn't know how this guy with no filter, literally, and a smile that she adored, would become her endless addiction. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *Warning* Very mature and things that might be triggering are included.

~Completed~ "Why are you being so shy?" He whispered. "I've seen, kissed, tasted every inch of your body. There is nothing to hide." I averted my eyes feeling heat in my cheeks and hoping that he could not feel it under his fingers. He made a frustrated noise then ducked down and pressed a kiss to the base of my jaw. The fingers previously on my cheek were now tilting my head back. "Scarlett Summer," he said into my ear, "sometimes you are the most infuriating person I have ever met." "I'm sorry." I whispered. "God, why are you apologizing? It is me who should be sorry for all of the unspeakable thoughts in my mind pertaining to you. You know I was not kidding when I said I was a dominating person. I know you've experienced it first-hand. I'm too rough with you I know that. You're just so, so breakable." He whispered the last part in my ear with so much behind it. "Sometimes I think I want to break you. Just shatter you into tiny pieces." His voice was shaky as he made his confession. "Do it then." I challenged with guile, devoid of self-preservation. * Scarlett has got some issues to say the least. She lives her life in her past and she is always waiting to die. There are a few things she enjoys, like her family, but even they are a compilation of bad memories and sore spots of her past. Roman enters her life through her brother-in-law, and also ex-boyfriend, and forces just about everything to change. Love is the last she wanted. * There are some mature or triggering themes. Please be cautious and look at my tags to ensure that you are comfortable with the content. Much love xoxo -Lyse

"Why are you doing that!" she whisper-screams while her eyes flit to the other guys, who are now immersed in something else that isn't us. I kiss that spot again, making her whole body shiver. It's oddly entertaining to watch what my slightest movements do to her. Usually it takes a lot more for a girl to unravel this way, but her breath hitches each time I go to kiss her neck. I could only imagine what my hands could do to her body. "You still didn't answer my question," she huffs harshly. And still she hasn't pulled away from me. Had I been any stupider, I'd say Jordyn was actually enjoying herself. If she hates this so badly, why hasn't she asked me to stop? [] In August, Jordyn Reeve starts attending Crestview Prep and not long after strikes a deal with Beau Clemonte, an arrogant, rude boy who happens to be the thing that can give her what she wants: his best friend, Jake Amherst. Of course, everything worthwhile must come with a price. Despite her outright opinions, Jordyn makes a deal with the devil. Or at least that's what that's what she saw at first -- a coldhearted, stubborn asshole that cared even less than she did. Her only intention was to see this out to get the guy. However, it wasn't that simple for Beau. Cover created by: @meha-k Started October 2020 Completed January 2022

☆☆☆☆☆ "Then why did you hurt me," I whispered, not being able to say it any louder. His face softened as he stared at me. His hand reached up to my cheek and I didn't even stop him. It was too late. I was in love with him and now that he's admitted that he loves me, my heart had no strength to pull away. "I didn't mean to, Angel," he whispered, his forehead resting on mine. My eyes fluttered shut, and my breathing was heavy. "You knew what he did to me, you knew how much pain it caused me." I could feel myself crying and I hated that I couldn't be strong enough to stop myself. "Do you have any idea what I've been through?" "I do, baby. I do." "I thought he was the one who ruined my life, but it was actually you. You came into my life and destroyed me because now I can't live without you." "Angel," he kissed me. ☆☆☆☆☆ Kori Novikov, the sole heiress to the ruthless Bratva, escapes her chaotic world for a peaceful town. However, her past is relentless. Arestis Sarantos, consumed by revenge against the Bratva, accidentally stumbles across Kori. Will he use her as a pawn for his revenge, or will their unexpected meeting spark a love that could rewrite their destinies?

FREE STORY. PAID BONUS CHAPTERS. DANGEROUS. BEAUTIFUL. SURREAL. Those were the words Jodie Henning used to describe the man she fell in love with, the first time she met him. HAZEL. BLACK. CRIMSON. Those were the colors she associated with his bright eyes, his long dark waves of hair and the scars on his back and upper chest. GUTTURAL. PRIMAL. SELFLESS. Those were the words she used to describe her time in bed with him, a time that edged itself into her memory, a time she continued to dream about for days and months afterwards. PAIN. HURT. RED. Those were everything she felt on his wedding day; throat closing, on the verge of tears, overwhelming sadness and pure pain. A SADDENING GLIMPSE OF HOPE That was what she felt when he came up behind her and whispered Shakespearean promises into her yearning ear. ALEXANDER MATEO HIDALGO III also known as Alex Clayton, number 77, left forward for the Seattle Kraken. But that changed since he got married, he barely shows up for shows or red carpets. The only place he can be spotted is the gym or the rink, with punching bags or hockey sticks. However, Alex is done playing by the book, he's done denying himself what he wants, what he needs. It's been four whole years, would she give him a chance to explain? Would she want to be a part of his dangerous world? Would she fall in love with him all over again? After all, she was the first person he opened up to, the first woman to see him for him; and for the first time in his entire life, he was scared of something that wasn't his life or duties to his family. It was a different kind of love, a love that burned mansions and cities, a Love that sparked with intimacy so much greater than sex. Four years isn't long enough to forget, is it? A BURN LIKE THIS (MATURE JOCKS SERIES #4)