Naughty Neighbors Dating

His fingers trailed across my skin, making goosebumps pop up. The featherlight touch was driving me insane with need. He parted my thighs and stepped between them. His eyes drank in my features as if he was trying to memorize them. I always felt out of control around him, but I had a feeling that he loved that. "Tell me what you want, Violet," he murmured, his hand gently wrapping around me throat. "Tell me what you desire.” Enzo's other hand went to my skirt and began pushing it up until my white thong was showing. His finger ran over its wet center. A sinful smirk tugged at his lips. "Naughty little Violet is already so wet, and we haven't even begun. Tell me what you want, or we'll go back to work." His eyebrow rose up, awaiting my response. "You. I want you to touch me," I breathed out. ***** Enzo Vittori is a mystery to most. They believe that the CEO of Vittori Enterprises has everything that he could want. However, the one thing that he does not have is someone to stand beside him as an equal, someone to claim as his own. Violet Starling is a curveball that fate throws into his path. A woman who draws him in without even trying – a woman who will fight until her final breath is taken. Secrets blanket her reality and threaten her life. All it takes is one night for everything to change. They say that she is not human. They say that her mother is not really dead. Can Enzo protect her even when forces want her dead? Can she tame Mr. Vittori who is known for his cold, indifferent, and calculating presence? One thing is certain. Their journey will be filled with trials, passion, and spice.

"So, you were dating a monkey?" She teased, raising an eyebrow at Justin. He frowned at first but then burst into laughter. "Come closer," he said, motioning her toward him. She leaned in, bringing her ears close to his red lips. "I want to tell you a secret," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "I don't actually like any of my girlfriends. I just date them for free p***y," he confessed with a mischievous grin. She couldn't help but burst into lauughter. "You're such a pervert," She said, still giggling. ~~ Ivy and Justin have been best friends for as long as they can remember. But Ivy has always wanted more-she's always wished Justin could see her as more than just a best friend. What will happen between these two? And will things take a turn for the better if Justin's brother, Trevor, steps in to play matchmaker? Or rather..... wanted her too!! Read on to find out!

Amara Larkspur and I have been dating for seven years. But she claims that she's sick of me, so she quickly finds herself a younger lover. I don't kick up a fuss at all. All I do is throw away the engagement ring and take down the decorations of the proposal venue. After that, I leave the city where I got my heart broken. All of Amara's friends keep speculating just how long it'll take me to crawl back to her this time. After all, everyone thinks of me as her ultimate simp. However, this time, I never return to her side. Amara finally panics and calls my number. "Ryan Crawford, if you don't return to me right now, we'll break up for real!" But all she hears is a feminine voice that lets out a soft titter. "Ryan is bathing at the moment. I can help you pass the message if you'd like."

Mable Thorne is on her third life, and she’s done playing the victim. In Life One, she was betrayed. In Life Two, she was murdered. In Life Three, she’s coming for blood.She’s dating the pack’s most dangerous disaster—pro-hockey star Darin Salvator—to burn her ex’s reputation to the ground. Darin Salvator is on his fifth life, and he’s done playing the hero. He’s watched every version of his mate die across timelines he can’t escape. He’s numb, he’s scandalous, and he’s accepted that they are a doomed bloodline. Then Mable knocks on his door with a fake-dating contract and a scent that screams of a future he thought fate had stolen. But there’s a ghost between them—a memory of a child lost in a past life, and a lie that says Darin was the one who killed it. On the ice, they are a PR stunt. In the shadows, they are a war. And this time, fate is not just trying to kill them—it’s trying to erase them.

“You still got time to change your mind about this and leave like nothing happened, naughty girl, because big daddy doesn’t stop until he is done battering that pussy,” he rasped huskily, his grip on her dangerously firm as his narrow eyes bored into her soul. She could feel his big hard dick pressing against her belly. His breath hot on her face. A part of her wanted to quit, the part that wanted to be faithful to her cheating husband, Chase, so badly, but damn she had not been touched in a painfully long time and wouldn’t loose a chance to be fucked by this hot daddy in front of her. She took a deep breath before moaning her words, “Go ahead, go all the way. Even if it hurts, Daddy. Don’t stop.” And that was all the consent he needed to wreck her. Repercussions to follow later. ———————————————————- Giselle Monroe’s marriage to her distant, unfaithful husband, Chase Hemingway, is falling apart. As a last resort, she plans a romantic Valentine’s Day getaway to try and save their relationship. Chase was her first love and everything she ever wanted until he found someone else. Instead of a romantic weekend, he surprises her with divorce papers. Heartbroken, Giselle spends the night drinking with friends to mourn her lost love. That night leads to a passionate one-night stand with a handsome stranger she meets at the bar. To her shock, she discovers the man is Richard Hemingway, her ex-husband’s father. What started as a mistake turns into a forbidden affair. Now, Giselle is caught in a messy love triangle: between the son who suddenly wants her back, and the father who worships her and refuses to let her go.

Olive Beckett was a dedicated doctor, brilliant in her field. So you can imagine how her heart broke when the relationship she had devoted eight years of her life to shattered in one night. The final blow? Her heartbreak was served with a wedding invite. In a desperate attempt to prove she’s moved on, she blurts out that she’s dating someone new. Not just anyone—Easton Carter, star NHL player and billionaire team owner. The man on every sports channel. The man she’s never actually met. Easton Carter is not just any NHL player. The childhood friend he has always loved is about to become his sister-in-law. What's worse? He's been harboring a lie all these years. For him, this fake relationship is a way to win back the woman of his dreams. One decision. One fake contract that changes both their lives. One ultimatum: No one falls in love with the other. Yet they both find themselves slipping into each other’s worlds.

She left cash on his pillow. He's been hunting her for eighteen years. Now they're neighbors—and she's carrying his baby. Evelyn Hart's revenge plan was simple: hire the hottest escort money could buy, have one night of mind-blowing sex, and finally forget her cheating ex-husband exists. What she got instead: Sebastian Creed. Six-foot-four of sinful perfection who made her body sing in ways she didn't know were possible. She left ten thousand dollars on the bed and ran before dawn, convinced she'd never see him again. Six weeks later, reality hits like a freight train. The "escort" is actually a billionaire. He owns the mansion next door. He's been obsessively searching for her since the night he saved her from a car crash when she was fourteen. Oh, and she's pregnant with twins the doctors said she could never have. Sebastian isn't just her neighbor—he's her stalker, her savior, and apparently, her fated mate. Because plot twist: he's a werewolf. And the supernatural bond between them is turning her inconvenient attraction into a soul-deep craving that's impossible to fight. Now he's breaking into her house at 3 a.m., showing up uninvited to her OB appointments, and making it very clear that the one night she paid for was just the beginning of forever. But their twisted love story is about to get deadlier. Sebastian's dying father wants him to claim a werewolf throne. His ex-husband wants her land for a billion-dollar deal. Werewolf royalty wants her dead for contaminating the bloodline. And Evelyn? She just wants to survive pregnancy, figure out how to be a queen in a world that thinks she's prey, and maybe—maybe—learn to trust the alpha who's been obsessed with her since she was a teenager.

Deck the halls with daddy issues and scream "yes, Santa" until the neighbors complain. She sold herself to save her mother. He bought her to settle a score. Neither expected twelve days of captivity to feel like coming home. Ten years ago, Evangeline Rose fled Willow Creek and the cruel boy who made her life hell. Now she’s back with a new name, a new body, and one desperate choice: enter the town’s secret Christmas auction where wealthy men bid on willing women. When the hammer falls at five hundred thousand dollars, Eva expects a stranger. Instead, she gets Grayson Holt—her former tormentor, now a devastatingly dangerous man in a half-open Santa jacket who just bought twelve uninterrupted nights with the virgin he once swore no one would ever want. She should be terrified. He's the reason she hid in bathroom stalls and cried herself to sleep. But the first time he kisses her, his hands shake. The first time she fights back, he groans her name like a prayer. And somewhere between the firelight and the snow and the silk ribbons around her wrists, they both realize the ugly truth: He didn't buy her to break her. He bought her because he's been broken without her. The boy who spray-painted "fat ugly bitch" on her locker is the same man who falls to his knees in the snow on the last morning and begs her not to leave. The girl who swore she'd never forgive him is the same woman who has to choose: walk away free, or stay with the monster who finally admitted he's been in love with her since the day he made her cry. Eva spent a decade learning to hate Grayson Holt. Turns out she's been loving him the whole damn time.

One night, my family sat together watching the New Year’s Eve Live on television. My little sister, Stella Larson, said she had to pee and hurried to the washroom. Half an hour later, she still had not returned. When I went to check on her, the washroom was empty. “When did Stella leave the washroom?” I asked my parents. Both of them were stunned for a moment before feeling my forehead and saying, “What are you talking about? You’re an only child. Who is Stella?” They forcibly pulled me back to my seat. My mind went blank. Did the three of them just pull a prank on me? After finishing his drink, my father clutched his stomach and rushed into the washroom. I stared fixedly at the washroom door. A long time passed, but no one came out. My father had vanished, too. My hand trembled as I pointed at the bathroom. My mother stepped forward to go in. “Don’t go in! Dad and Luna disappeared in there!” My mother looked grief-stricken as she said, “Sweetie, it’s been just the two of us for the past twenty-plus years, remember?” Her words hit me hard. I was in total disbelief. I explained myself frantically, but the more I spoke, the more confused my mother became. She finally shook me off and said, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve raised you your whole life! Why do you have to ruin New Year’s Eve?” She walked straight into the washroom, and the house soon fell into a dead silence. Terrified, I called my best friend, Kathy Scott, who lived nearby. I rambled incoherently as I begged her for help. But her words utterly crushed me. “What family members? You’re an orphan.” I hung up the phone, rushed out, and pounded frantically on the neighbors’ door.

[ NOW ONGOING. ] ‘I can’t wait to make you mine, Lorelei.’ I read the text with a naughty smile. That’s Leo. The man I fell in love with via chat. I thought it was dumb to love someone you’ve never met, but look at me now. ‘I can’t wait for you to rip off my underwear.’ I texted and sent. Shivers ran down my spine while waiting for his response. Sexting through casual texts has become a thing I enjoy with him now. I bit my lips as I stared at our chat, anticipating. Just then, someone barged into my room. I put my phone down like I was doing something wrong. It was my mother. She has a worried look on her face. My father and stepmother walked in holding an envelope. I stared at them confused. “Pack your things and leave. You will get married on Thursday.” My father said cruelly. My brows creased and I tried to object but he held out the papers. “You don’t have a say in this Lorelei. I already sold you out.” What is he talking about? How can he arrange my own wedding? I knew I wasn’t my father’s favourite child, but this is next level hate. “Go and live with your husband. He bought you. And darling, there’s no turning back.” My stepmom added with a smile and threw the document on my bed. I picked it up and read the first page. ‘This contract seals the marriage between Ace Salvatore and Lorelei Stanley.’ Ace Salvatore? The man rumoured to be the devil himself.... My phone made a gentle ding and I looked at it. It was Leo. Tears cascaded my eyelids. How can I marry someone when I’m in love withsomeoneelse?