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OFF THE RECORD | Labyrinth of the Youth

Dylan has everything—wealth, a name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels like an heir to expectations, not a person with choices. Feeling trapped, he runs away and transfers to a public school to live life on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn—the only son of a commoner. Flynn is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care—quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention—or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth—where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs—OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"
jycphhh · 23.4k Views

My Stepbrother Wants Me

He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.
Read_me_with_love · 105.6k Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 219k Views

shadowed desire

After a traumatic incident three years ago, Zara is ready for a fresh start. Moving abroad to Saint Monarch Academy, a prestigious boarding school in London, she hopes for a quiet, uneventful life — far from the shadows of her past and the memories that haunt her every step. But Saint Monarch is anything but quiet. From the moment she arrives, Zara is confronted with chaos: sprawling dorms that resemble mansions, unpredictable roommates, and students whose wealth and influence rule the campus. Among them are Juniper Harrington-King and Isa Windsor, two powerful figures in the school’s hierarchy, whose personalities clash with Zara’s desire for invisibility. And then there’s Saint, the notorious King of Campus, ironically nicknamed for being anything but saintly. When his attention turns to Zara, it’s relentless and unyielding — not because he needs her, but because she’s impossible to ignore. Thrust into the spotlight, Zara must navigate elite social circles, unexpected alliances, and a web of rivalries, all while trying to maintain her sense of self. As she struggles to reconcile her past with her present, Zara discovers that even at a school full of rules, influence, and appearances, nothing — and no one — is truly as they seem. In a place where popularity is power and peace is nearly impossible, Zara’s journey becomes one of self-discovery, resilience, and the challenge of staying true to herself while surviving the storm.
Zara_Nwosu · 1.2k Views

LOVED BY THE ELITE CROWN PRINCE.

Elena Winter, daughter of Mr Raymond Winter, personal chef to the Ashford family, has always carried herself with quiet elegance. She dreams big, works hard, and believes that love only complicates life. Everything changes when she earns a scholarship to Crestwood Academy, a school built for the elite, where privilege rules and secrets spread fast. At first, Crestwood feels exciting. Then Elena crosses paths with Crown Prince Kaelith Altherion of Valeria, a boy raised on power and pride who expects the world to bend for him. Their worlds collide after she witnesses something she was never meant to see. Soon she is caught between danger, defiance, and a connection she refuses to acknowledge. Will Elena’s determination protect her, or will it pull her into a forbidden bond that could reshape her future? And will her beliefs about love survive the truth she uncovers? It was supposed to be a normal day at Crestwood Academy. Well, as normal as things ever get here, but that is a story for another time. I was on my way to Mr Wiston’s office to submit some papers, still thinking about what I had seen at Westwood University, when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the storage room. Before I could react, I found myself staring at the personal bodyguard of the crown prince. Yes, that crown prince. Kaelith Altherion of Valeria. The walking definition of arrogance, pride, and everything that goes wrong when someone grows up too rich. The bodyguard shut the door, looked straight at me, and delivered his message with all the attitude I expected. "His Majesty, Crown Prince Kaelith Altherion of Valeria, requests that you take these two thousand Valerian gold coins and forget everything you saw yesterday." I stared at him, lifted my chin, and smiled. My answer probably was not what he expected. "Since His Majesty is feeling generous, and since this is real life, not some romance story where the prince falls for the girl he tries to silence, I will not throw the money in your face. I will kindly help His Majesty spend it. And no, I am not forgetting anything." With that, I walked out.
favl_fyora · 741 Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 137.8k Views