Power. Permission. Control. Consent. Truth. Trust. Welcome to The Red Door, a popular BDSM club in Chicago owned by Master Matthias Daniels (Yes! Many of you already know Master Matthias and his submissive Lane from Loving His Submission by @PrinceKenzie). Many would say the backbone of any successful BDSM enterprise would be it's submissives. Where would the Dominants be without them? Meet Ashton, Tommy, Payton, Christopher and Tai, a group of friends who've nicknamed themselves The Sub Club - all new to the scene and currently unattached, they seem to end up together most often at the table on the main floor that has been unofficially reserved for this quirky group of subs. Read as they come to terms with their different reasons for choosing this lifestyle, fight their insecurities, expose their inner demons and play out their deepest fantasies. A Coming of Age story? Perhaps...or, just a bunch of young guys trying to find themselves. With friends Lane, Denny and Dylan along with other "collared" submissives as their examples and offering the occasional guidance, you can be sure The Sub Club will be a mix of drama, humor and romance THIS STORY IS UPDATED ON SATURDAYS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF EVERY FOURTH SATURDAY WHICH IS TSC's DAY OFF, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUOUSLY ASK ME WHEN THE NEXT UPDATE IS. IT WILL BE POSTED IN A SCHEDULE OF THREE SATURDAYS ON, ONE SATURDAY OFF. PAISLEY WILL ANNOUNCE ON HER PAGE THE SATURDAY'S THAT ARE OFF, THE WEEK BEFORE IF YOU'RE NOT SURE.

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. ୨ৎ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 has always been a little too curious for her own good. Sweet, spoiled and calculating when she wants to be, she has an irritating talent for getting exactly what she wants. A trip to New York with her friends should be no different. Until she meets 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨. ♱ Cold. Brutal. Calculating. A man who kills without remorse and commands the Cosa Nostra with an authority that leaves no room for disobedience. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is everything Isabella knows she should stay away from. And she does. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. ⋆⋅♱⋅⋆ Suddenly, the freedom Isabella has never thought twice about belongs to a man who refuses to give it back. Angelo insists her life is in danger, but offers little else. No answers. No explanations. Only locked doors, watchful eyes, and the infuriating certainty that whatever he knows, he isn't telling her. Someone wants Isabella. She doesn't know who. She doesn't know why. And the only man who seems to have the answers is the one man she refuses to trust. ⚿ But danger has a habit of drawing closer. So do people. And somewhere between trying to escape Angelo and needing him to survive, the lines was so certain of begin to blur. Captive or protected. Hatred or desire. Freedom or 𝒉𝒊𝒎. ♡ Some lines are meant to be crossed. Some are meant to be feared. And some, once crossed, leave no way back. 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄. ♱ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

"Feel that?" He asked, keeping her hand still. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you. Every time I hear you laugh. Every time I think of you." ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ It started with an accidental run in, but blossomed into something more. Aurora never thought she could ever love herself again, let alone give her love to another. Yet after meeting him, her doubts slowly began to fade away. Xavier was never a man of many words. Known to be cold and closed off, he found himself opening up to her as he fell for her fast. Join Aurora and Xavier as they learn to love and trust each other, forming unbreakable bonds. ❤︎ Extended description inside ❤︎ #2 in romcom 07-20-2022 #2 in sweet 04-23-2021 #1 in loveatfirstsight 04-14-2021 #1 in fiction 02-15-2021 #2 in billionaire 11-14-2020 #3 in chicklit 11-13-2020 #4 in protective 10-18-2020 #1 in boyfriend 10-15-2020 #1 in drama 10-8-2020 #4 in love 9-23-2020 #2 in humor 9-20-2020 #1 in sweetromance 9-14-2020 #1 in asiansinlit 9-04-2020 #1 in newadultromance 8-16-2020

✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡. I want more berries and that summer feeling ☆.*｡･ﾟ✫ This shouldn't be happening but it is. I shouldn't be pressing my body against my best friend's brother like I was magnetic to him but I am. "This is wrong," I barely get out before my eyes close as soon as his lips leave a particularly tender and warm kiss to the spot where my collarbone and neck meet, my breath starting to come in heavily. My head involuntarily tilts to the side as Harry's lips make their way up slowly behind my ear. A small gasp escapes my lips when I feel him nibble on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "If this is wrong, then I don't want to be right," he whispers. And just like that, I'm fucked. - Sun, sea, friendship, and romance. One thing's certain for Lacey and her friends: it'll be a summer to remember. - DISCLAIMER: mature, content, drug and alcohol use, language, and violence. read at your discretion! This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. **COMPLETED**

BOOK 1: She was a twenty one year old, trying to live her dream of managing a café. He was a member of the world famous boy band who didn't believe love existed... until he met her.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] [TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm] "When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work." As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction. Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in. Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending? [Preview] "It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do." My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled. "There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress. "I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back." "I know." I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all. ** Started: May 2021 ** Finished: November 2021