In the charming town of Millbrook, where life seemed to flow at its own leisurely pace, secrets were hidden deep within the heart of the community. The picturesque landscapes and tranquil streets concealed tales of mystery and intrigue that spanned generations. Millbrook had always been a place where time moved slowly, its ancient buildings and cobblestone pathways echoing with the hushed voices of those who had lived there for decades. It was a town where history was cherished, where stories of the past were passed down like treasured heirlooms. But beneath the idyllic facade, a hidden world of enigma and unanswered questions thrived. Whispers of an unsolved crime had been murmured for years, a riddle wrapped in the cloak of the town's history. Each generation told the tale in their own way, never quite uncovering the whole truth. The tale had become like a haunting melody, echoing through the alleys and riverbanks, a nursery rhyme that held within its verses the key to a mystery lost in time. The truth remained elusive, concealed in a web of secrets that had withstood the test of time. But in the heart of Millbrook, four friends were about to embark on a journey, armed with determination and the enigmatic nursery rhyme that had been passed down through generations. Aaron, Zayne, Maya, Iris and Enzo had no inkling of the adventure that awaited them. They were about to unlock the secrets of their town, decipher the code hidden within the verses, and uncover the buried history of Millbrook. Their story, woven with the threads of mystery and enigma, would soon begin, revealing a tale as old as the town itself.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)