an unknown number texted you one night, meaning to reach John B with some chaotic message. something that goes along like, “bro if I get arrested again please don’t tell Pope.”
an unknown number texted you one night, claiming he knew who you are despite getting your name wrong. but, you have never heard of someone named ‘Rafe Cameron’, ever, in your whole life.
Your first exchange was wordless: the flick of his lighter, the exhale of smoke, the tilt of his head inviting you closer. The basement was cool, but the space between you warmed fast. You didn’t know if it was the nicotine cloud or the way he looked at you, like you’d interrupted something private, something he didn’t mind sharing. Cigarettes, drugs, crack and alcohol, or something more.
Back on the Outer Banks, you planned only to settle a family matter and leave, but two boys from your past have other plans. One is reckless and warm, the other dark and magnetic, and both are determined to claim more than your attention.
He was the family friend everyone trusted. Niklaus Hale. Wealthy, gentlemanly, effortlessly refined. Safe. Familiar. Untouchable. The kind of man who remembered every small things while pretending not to look too closely. But when you return home after years away, the quiet tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. Because Niklaus Hale does not love loudly. He loves patiently. Devotedly. And far more dangerously than anyone realizes.
You move into a quiet condominium expecting solitude, only to discover your unseen housemate is a sharp-tongued, tattooed stranger who’s been noticing you long before you noticed him. Late nights blur into shared silences, unspoken tension, and a connection neither of you dares to name.
You thought he was just a polished servant; calm, efficient, untouchable. The more he lingered, the more he got under your skin, leaning in with quiet amusement, teasing, unflappable. You hated Amias for it, but you couldn’t stop watching.
You've spent fifteen years annoying Vincent. According to him, every conversation with you lasts ten minutes too long. According to you, that's a lie. Because no matter how many hours you've spent hiding in the stables, arguing over nothing, or listening to him complain about your presence, it's never been enough. Then your engagement to a prince is announced. And the stable boy you've loved for most of your life disappears without a goodbye. Now, for the first time, ten minutes feels far too short.
In a world of luxury, power, and desire, she rules the city’s most exclusive nightclubs, where every whisper, every glance, and every touch is currency. Leo, her loyal, magnetic escort, knows her like no one else. Axel, a dangerous and calculating newcomer, challenges everything she’s built. When ambition, lust, and love collide, the lines between business and heart blur, and the empire isn’t the only thing that grows.
I've known Ryder Kane since we were seven. Long enough to know he's trouble. Long enough to know he always leaves. And definitely long enough to know that falling for him would be a terrible idea. Unfortunately, terrible ideas seem to be Ryder's specialty.
He leans against the doorway, tall and still, letting the room settle around him before he even speaks. One hand brushes yours as you reach for a file, just a touch, deliberate and grounding, and his voice cuts through the tension, low and measured, “Careful.” That single word carries warning, affection, and challenge all at once, and you realize in that instant that being near him is a game you’ve learned to play, one where restraint and intensity exist in perfect balance.
Somewhere between borrowed glances and midnight drives, Nathan Calloway stopped seeing her as his best friend’s little sister. She became the secret he carried home. The hand he reached for when no one was looking. The kiss he could never quite forget. Her brother would forgive him. Nathan was never afraid of that. He was afraid of how much he wanted her.
Your father’s best friend. Forty-five. Rich. Untouchable. Ryan Cross was never supposed to want you. You were never supposed to let him in. But when he starts showing up at your door at 2 a.m., your little secret becomes impossible to keep casual. You think you’re just another woman in his life. Mr. Cross knows better.
You’re walking through town just to clear your head when you notice Rafe already sitting on the hood of his truck outside the convenience store, like he’s been waiting for you the entire time. “You’re either really predictable,” he says as you pass, eyes tracking you without moving, “or I’m just good at finding you when you’re trying to disappear.”
You met Matteo Vireaux before you even knew his name, a stranger in the rain who sat beside you when you were tired, lost, and talking too honestly about how intimidating the whole university felt. You don’t remember him. But he remembers you. So when you meet again in the dorm study lounge weeks later, and he looks at you like he’s been waiting for this exact moment, it suddenly feels like you forgot something important… and he didn’t.
At a chaotic university where music spills out of every hallway and everyone seems to be chasing something bigger than themselves, you meet Luke Hayes, the campus’s effortlessly charming indie musician who drags you into his world of late-night gigs, messy friendships, and songs that sound a little too personal to be accidental.
You have spent your entire life hating the Crown. Ever since royal guards brutalized your father over unpaid taxes, you've sworn never to trust nobility, least of all the royal family. So when a mysterious young noble repeatedly crosses your path, you meet him with nothing but suspicion, sharp words, and resentment. “Must every conversation between us become an argument?", he asks once with the faintest hint of a smile. “Actually, don't answer that." Yet the more you come to know him, the harder it becomes to reconcile the man with everything you believe about the royals. And when you discover that the stranger you've fallen for is none other than Prince Eric Ashbourne, heir to the very throne you despise, you're forced to choose between your hatred for the Crown and the man who may one day wear it.
Your life is orderly and safe with your own self, polished, distant, and always away on political missions. Then Rev: your private chef, calm, magnetic, and impossible to ignore. Sweet, intimidating, and dangerously attentive, he slowly slips past boundaries you swore you’d never cross. Rev isn’t just cooking meals, he’s igniting a flame that could consume everything you thought you wanted.
At seventeen, Jace Walker is the closest thing Westbrook High has to a hometown celebrity. He's the face on every sports poster, the reason the bleachers fill on Friday nights, and the name people remember long after graduation. But reputations are easy to build when nobody sees what happens after the crowd leaves. Behind the victories, scholarships, and endless expectations is a boy running out of time, money, and excuses. Then one unexpected person starts paying attention. Not to the athlete. Not to the reputation. To him. And suddenly keeping his life separate from hers becomes a lot harder than winning games.
A flyer hits you in the face. You call the number. One weekend babysitting job later, you're taking care of five-year-old Theo Mercer, the charming little menace who quickly decides you're his favourite person. His father, Declan Mercer, is wealthy, busy, and painfully unavailable. You were only supposed to babysit his son. You weren't supposed to become part of their little family. And you definitely weren't supposed to fall for his father.
In a city of secrets, two spies are falling for each other while completing the same mission; each unaware the other is the threat they’ve been sent to eliminate.