Cider With Rosie

Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony. Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like. While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

Aria was born under the moon’s blessing gentle, intuitive, carrying a power she never asked for. Clara was forged in lightning fierce, rebellious, and determined to tear down every wall fate built around her. Two girls from opposite worlds. Two powers that should never coexist. Two destinies written by a goddess who broke herself long before they were born. But when an ancient prophecy stirs and the sea begins whispering the goddess’s name, Aria’s quiet strength and Clara’s storming rage collide in ways no one predicted. Their bond becomes something deeper, older something the world isn’t prepared to face. And standing between them is Ares, Alpha of the Lunar Pack, bound by duty, torn by fate, and caught in a connection that defies every rule of the wolf world. He was never meant to choose between them… yet destiny demands a choice no heart should have to make. As the goddess rises to reclaim the pieces of herself she once shattered, Aria and Clara must uncover the truth behind their origins, their bond, and the power that ties them together. Will they rewrite a fate written long before their births or become the final sacrifice in a prophecy designed to consume them?

"This is wrong, Rosie. I'm engaged to your mother." Henry murmured, touching my cheeks softly. "It's wrong that I want you this way." "Then let it be wrong," I whispered, pressing my body against his. "Because I don't know how else to make it right with you. And I'm tired of having you in my thoughts and dreams alone." ****** Rosie has a secret, a forbidden one. And obsession to the one man she could never have. Her professor. Gareth Henry, disciplined and respectable. Henry was nothing more than Rosie's fantasy, until fate pulled them together. Not as her professor… But as her mother's fiancèe. Forced to live under the same roof, Rosie is trapped between what she wants and what she should never desire, every glance, every accidental touch and every quiet moment between them becomes a crack in their restraint. Because Henry remembers her. And the tension between them is no luck them one-sided. But lines exist for a reason. And crossing them could destroy everything, her family, her future and the fragile control they're both desperately holding onto.

I knew I was in trouble the moment his hands were on my waist. The kind of trouble that steals your breath and leaves your thighs shaking. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t patient. He was everything I’d been pretending I didn’t crave. And once he got a taste of me, he made one thing very clear- I wasn’t going anywhere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This erotic diary pulses with raw desire, cum drenched climaxes, forbidden adventures, and breathless role plays that leave bodies trembling. Grab your seat, let your fantasies ignite, and ride this wave of unbridled passion to shattering highs. Warning!!!! Not for person’s under 18.

A young ambitious girl is one of the defendants being accused of murdering the most well-known rich girl of her school named "Joyce Smith" Everybody wants to know the mystery behind this tragedy. Did she kill herself? OR was she killed? A story full of twists. Can you find out "Who could it be?"

Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister’s husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that’s about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.” Zara’s eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can’t go far. She can’t go anywhere. “Fuck you,” she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. “I’d rather die.” I smile, It’s small but polite, the kind I used to give people who betrayed me right before I buried them in the ground. “That can be arranged but first..” I curl my fingers inside her, “ you’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to say yes.”