Stop Lines

Kayla Chaos is two words, Hunter King. King has always been that guy. Popular Arrogant Powerful and he had a hobby, to make my life miserable. I don't know why he hates me. But I know one thing. I'm going to stand up to him this senior year and make him regret everything. This is my revenge. Hunter She thinks she's better than everyone, Kayla Frisks. Strutting Kingsville Academy with elegance she doesn't deserve. I'll wreck her till she begs at my feet for forgiveness for her crime. I'll make her pay. That is, once I stop wanting her badly. I swear, I will stop soon. This is my revenge.

‎ "You're so fucking tight Eva". Liam growls, rolling his hip when the head of his cock kisses my barrier. One more push and Liam will take my virginity. ‎ I should tell him to stop. ‎ But why can't I stop him? Why do I seem to love it? What would happen if I don't stop him? ‎ *** ‎ ‎Eva is a 19-year-old shy virgin girl who is desperately horny for sex after she saw Liam, her school's number one playboy fucking a girl at the school's female restroom. One thing led to another, and Liam ended up fucking her in that same restroom, taking her virginity. ‎ ‎ ‎

Sebastian, a magnetic Alpha torn between duty and desire, finds himself entangled in a web of lust and betrayal as he battles to reclaim his rightful place in the pack. With tension sizzling between him and his loyal companions, Adam and Lucas, the lines between loyalty and longing blur in a dangerous dance of temptation. But it is Enora, a beacon of untamed sensuality and unyielding strength, who holds the key to unlocking their deepest desires and darkest fantasies. Guided by the enigmatic Moon Goddess and fueled by an unquenchable thirst for redemption, Enora and Sebastian embark on a journey of erotic discovery that will leave them breathless and begging for more. As secrets are laid bare and forbidden desires ignite, they must confront their deepest fears and embrace the intoxicating allure of surrender.

Ava Thompson never wanted her obsession with her father's stepbrother, Marcus Hale, to become a relationship. But after one night of crossed lines neither can take back, Ava discovers she's pregnant and lies to save Marcus's already fragile marriage. The truth explodes on her wedding day, ruining families, friends, and reputations. Alone now except Marcus, Ava attempts to mend the damage to his sick daughter, who requires a bone marrow donor to survive. Ava saves a life, but sacrifices everything in the process. When Marcus learns of her actions, he is faced with the decision of whether to keep their error in the past... or now pave a future unlikely ever to receive approval.

Trapped in an arranged marriage with a man whispered to be ruthless, Katherine Reiss refuses to surrender to fate. Damon Lucifer Dankworth is a mystery cloaked in shadows-cold, tormented, and dangerously irresistible. Determined to break free from the union forced upon her, Katherine flees from her parents' grasp and infiltrates Damon's life under a disguise, searching for the perfect evidence to destroy the engagement. But the deeper she digs, the more tangled she becomes in his secrets-and his arms. Passion ignites, desire consumes, and the lines between duty and temptation blur. Just as she starts unraveling the enigma of Damon, their pasts collide, threatening to tear them apart. When everything crumbles, will Katherine fight for love... or let the past dictate their fate?

Elena Vega’s perfect life shatters when she catches her boyfriend cheating. One reckless night with a stranger becomes her biggest mistake, he’s her new professor. When her ex sabotages her funding, Professor Mateo Sandoval offers a dangerous deal: model nude for his research and get paid enough to survive. But professional boundaries burn fast. His hands linger. Her body responds. Their secret ignites into an affair that could destroy everything they’ve worked for. When the university investigates, Elena faces an impossible choice: lie to save herself, or tell the truth and lose it all. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. Theirs is already ash.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

•••[Excerpt]••• "Stop... Stop!" Rosana's voice quivered as tears of fright brimmed her vision. She had been crying for hours, but not because she was leaving the beautiful life she had planned with her fiance behind. She was crying because her newly wedded husband had tortured and murdered a man mercilessly on their wedding night. "Stop, please..." He ignored her. "No... Stop touching me. Take your bloody hands off me!" Indeed, his hands were covered with the blood of the man he had killed earlier. But he didn't care. "S... Stop touching me!" He grabbed her neck and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You shouldn't make me do this on our wedding night, Bambolina. You are mine and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want, till death do us part, Mi Amor" ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Rosana Marcello was already living the life she had dreamt about. With her boyfriend-turned-fiance by her side, nothing could be more perfect. Some weeks before the wedding, she was called back home by her parents and welcomed with devastating news. She had been betrothed since when she was a little girl but never knew. Now, he has come to claim what is rightfully his. With or without her approval. He is deadly, He is evil, He is the ruthless Sergio De Niro, known by everyone. Rosana can't escape this. She can't run away from him because he will comb the world and kill everyone in it, just to find her. She is now his possession, his property. It's either she tames him and melts his cold heart or he breaks her into a thousand pieces. Will she succeed or get consumed by his burning hell?

Charlie Wayne’s life is perfect. Or it was. As a VP who commands boardrooms and a playboy who elegantly ends every date at his door by 3 AM, Charlie’s world is built on control. But lately, his system has a glitch. A streak of bizarre, comically bad luck—flat tires at dawn, mysterious fire alarms, untimely food poisoning—keeps derailing his plans. His flawless exit strategy is in shambles. Carly Dorrington’s life is a lie. But a necessary one. After a blowout fight with her father over their family companies’ merger, Carly needs a place to stay. Where better than with her childhood best friend, Charlie? It’s just temporary. Just two best friends sharing a space. It has nothing to do with the two decades she’s spent loving him from the sidelines, or the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, proximity will make the world’s most oblivious man finally see her. Now, under his roof, the "coincidences" multiply. Charlie’s chaotic love life grinds to a halt just as Carly’s presence becomes a permanent, comforting fixture. His sacred rules don’t seem to apply to her. His peaceful solitude feels warmer with her in it. As the lines of their friendship blur, Charlie is left to wonder: Is Carly the calm in the center of his storm… or is she the one who’s been stirring it up all along? Note: This is a slow-burn, dual-POV story about best friends, blurred lines, and the long game. If you find yourself wondering"where is this going?" in the early chapters... keep reading. Everything becomes clear in Chapter 4. The foundation is being laid for a reason. Thank you for trusting the process.

What are the chances that your dream guy would stop at nothing just to be with you for one night?Elizabeth Morgan had plenty of chances, but the dream guy chasing for her had one flaw. He just so happened to be a major fuckboy. Connor Owens had one goal for his senior year, and that was to have slept with each girl at least once in their grade. Not only was he going to stop at nothing to be with Elizabeth for one night, but also the entire female portion of his class. Elizabeth also had a goal, which was to not give in to Connor's charming ways. She ends up with more of a challenge than she was hoping for as she becomes the final target on Connor's list.

He was arrogant, wealthy, and cold-hearted the last person I ever thought I’d end up married to. But when desperation knocked on my door, and I needed a sponsor to stay in school, he was the only one who answered. The contract was simple: no feelings, no drama, no strings attached. But in a house filled with secrets, stolen glances, and unexpected touches, lines began to blur. I swore I wouldn’t fall for him. He swore he didn’t have a heart. Now we’re married for the world to see… But what happens when the fake starts to feel real? I thought I signed a contract. I didn’t know I was signing my heart away.