It's simple. My brother slept with my best friend. So, I slept with his.

Book 2 A collection of F1 imagines featuring different drivers. 📩 REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN - send me your driver + scenario!

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

Hello my name is Isabelle Montes and I am the handmaid for the Prince Dominic Montgomery, whose family rules the island nation of Stuitana. Until recently, I have worked under the watchful eye of my mother, learning all that I can about being a maid for the royal family. Now, I have been personally selected by her majesty Queen Antionette to serve his highness Prince Dominic. But all too soon, I have begun to have feelings for my prince. I know that he could never feel something for me. He is my prince and I am just his maid.

reader x character (crush, bf whoever you want to imagine)

"Please Mr. Morgan." He smoothed the hair from my face and gave me another kiss near my eye. "I don't want to hurt you." The veins in his throat were taught. I could practically see the self-control rolling off of him in waves. "I can take it," I assured him, sliding my hands down the curve of his back until they landed on his round backside, which I dug my fingers into, encouraging him to enter me deeper. My back arched in response to him sliding in just the tiniest bit more. He was reaching parts of me that I hadn't even known existed. The muscles in his back twitched. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I nodded fervently. "Please, just... don't hold back." He shook his head, pulling almost all the way out. "Alright, you asked for it." *** REVIEWS: "-im gonna be so honest this was probably one of the hottest Wattpad oneshot ive ever read" "Okayy but like why is the writing actually so good???? Like get it girl better then shit I've read that's been published-" - open to requests BxG GxG

Here's a series of oneshots, 2shots, etc. about original scenarios I come up with or have experienced. Hope you all enjoy! Y/n=your name Bf/n=boyfriend's name Bbf/n=brother's best friend Bsfb=best friend's brother C/n=crush's name

||COMPLETED|| Four friends stay overnight at school, and by the end of the night, they fall into a pit of lust that changes their group forever. "Let's play a game of Dare." "Don't you mean Truth or Dare?" "No, I mean a game of Dare, where whenever we want we dare a random person in the group to do something but someone can't go twice in a row." WARNINGS MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM (Recovery) MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT (Recovery) SEXUAL REFERENCES (Strong) SEX SCENE (Detailed) COARSE LANGUAGE (Strong) DRUG USE (Mild) DRINKING (Underage) VIOLENCE (Playful)

Aurelia Balfour is miserable. Trapped in a loveless marriage, and with pretentious aristocratic women her only other company, Aurelia's tried everything from drinking to hysteria treatments to make her happy. One day, her fake friends begin to whisper about the nouveau-riche gang member who moved in next door, along with his cold wife. Aurelia recognises Thomas Shelby at once. She would have married him if not for the war, after all. GRACE HATE. I am a grace hater. If she has one hater, it's me. If she has no haters, I'm dead.

They weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. A few late nights. A few stolen hours behind closed doors. It should have been easy - and for a while, it was. But you can only hold your breath for so long before something gives. And some fractures don't show until it's already too late to fix them.