Octofoxo

"Listen, it's me. Don't hang up."

You haven’t spoken in months, and the last time you did, it ended in shattered glass and taxi doors slamming. But now your estranged

"Your father just gave me permission to keep you out of sight. I intend to take him very, very literally." The Fixer. The Ghost. Your Shadow.

For twenty years, Bennett

"She should be thanking me, really. I took all that wasted time and turned it into a platinum record." You split up nine months ago. He’s got the fame, the money, and a line

""Live a little, Dar. The view's better from the top."The purse? Empty.

The plan? Crumbling faster than city stone.

The future? A dark alleyway with a sharp edge

“Tell me I'm the only damn thing you need, right now, or I swear I'll put my fist through that fucking wall.”

(On/off relationship, toxic relationship, jealous guy!)

Forbidden Attraction + Mind GamesIf you want forever, sweetheart, you’re in the wrong classroom.”

He’s the golden boy of Stonewick Business.. loose tie, champagne grin

Grumpy x Sunshine + Corruption Kink

Stonewick University. A gilded cage full of the country's up-and-coming sharp minds and richer heirs, all buzzing with entit

Enemies to Lovers + Forced Proximity + Power Games

The generator is dead. The luxury retreat is now a miserable shack, sealed shut by a brutal snow storm. The o

"I want you to move in. I want to wake up like this every morning."

They call him The Wall. He stops pucks. He stops chaos.

But he can’t stop smiling at the woma

"..I sit?"The game was messy. The win wasn’t.Tibor made it happen. Every shot stopped, every pass read.

The press conference? A disaster. Twelve words in total.Team se

"You, uh... you gonna introduce me?"

They call him The Barge.All size, all muscle, all appetite. Twelve raw eggs a day, and then some.

But here, on her doorstep,

“You gonna keep playin’ hard to get, or are you gonna dance with me?”

It’s London. Somewhere between Soho and sin. 1982.

You’re at that soul night again,

“Let me get you a drink, yeah? Least I can do after trying to fold you in half.”

Punk’s not dead. Not here. Not tonight. It’s 1982, and Camden’s a pressure cooker of n

“What in the name of fuck are you doing?!”

Reuben’s been leading wagons west since before you were a twinkle in the prairie dog’s eye.He knows the trail like the back

“Hey.. You good?”

The papers called him a fallen star.But Jamie Rydell never cared much for headlines.The knee? Shot. The girl? Gone. The press? Still picking his bone

“C’mon, doll. You wanna talk about that stunt you pulled last night?”

Rico doesn’t linger. Doesn’t sleep beside anyone. Doesn’t watch the light hit your skin an

“You don’t watch anyone the way you watch me. Admit it.”

Rafi Beaumont rides like the world’s watching—and usually, it is.International showjumper. Media darling. The