"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when you are desperate you will do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. He didn't just bid, he claimed. I hadn't sold my body instead I had sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to. 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in justreadit 08/02/26 #1 in possessive 15/06/26

Year 1861. Elyse Thorn, a commoner has spent her entire life believing that love is meaningless without wealth or status. Scarred by her fathers betrayal and his relentless obsession with nobility, she sees marriage not as a matter of the heart, but as the only path to a better life. Björn who is a nobleman, couldn't disagree more. He was raised by parents whose love endured despite every hardship, he believes genuine affection is worth more than titles or fortune. To him, Elyse's ambition is both cold and misguided. When fate brings these two opposites together in the captivating world of theatre, their deeply held beliefs begin to clash. As the line between performance and reality starts to blur, both are forced to confront the question they've spent their lives avoiding: Can love truly survive without status... or is love alone ever enough?

I just wanted Riven to look at me. Not as the loud, annoying friend who writes his papers, but as a girl worth chasing. Then I met him. He traded my fishnets for silk ribbons. He replaced my loud laughter with polite silence. He told me that to catch a boy, I had to become a prize-something fragile, expensive, and out of reach. It's working. Riven is finally looking. But the more I become perfect, the more I realize... I'm not doing this for Riven anymore. They say be careful what you wish for. I wished to be wanted. Now, I'm never being let go.

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

Getting teleported to another planet is not a problem for Raelynn at all. Being pampered by love and affection by her 4 sexy guardians is definitely not a problem at all. Raelynn's problem started when her 4 hunks of guardians started to treat her as a little girl instead of a 24 years old adult woman. Warning: This story is for a mature audience only. Read the tags before you proceed. This is a ddlg story. Copyright myrawrites123 All rights reserved

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

A billionaire CEO. A receptionist-now unintentional nanny. Neither was ready for their triplet surprise. See that devastating man in the corner office? The one with the piercing green eyes and don't-even-think-about-it attitude? Yeah, baby, that's Cole Wagner, domineering movie mogul extraordinaire-and my new boss. When his son's nanny quits without warning, guess who he commands to step in. Yep. Me. Annie Fox. His naïve and inexperienced young receptionist who knows nothing about kids-or life. Talk about being thrown in the deep end. Little Robbie? Adorable. His father? A walking torment in a thousand-dollar suit, still grieving for the wife who died in childbirth and keeping everyone at arm's length-even his own son. Then... that night... that first night... when he took my v-card... his hands and lips were everywhere. It was raw, it was electric, and I realized I had fallen in love with this enigmatic man. Now I have not one, not two, but three little humans growing inside me. So, Cole? Time for your biggest production yet: One nanny, three babies, and a love story you never saw coming.

For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night. NOTE: THIS IS A 'WHY CHOOSE' REVERSE HAREM NOVEL. THE PROTAGONIST WILL HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH MULTIPLE MEN Book Cover Photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/116671446588557001/ Finished: 22/10/24 #1 in AGEGAP ~ 30/3/24 #1 in ADULTTHEMES ~ 31/3/24 #1 in POLYGAMY ~ 1/4/24 #1 in MULTIPLEMEN ~ 1/4/24 #1 in TEACHERSPET ~ 6/4/24 #1 in TEACHER ~ 20/4/24 #1 in STRONGFEMALE ~ 10/6/24 #1 in MULTIPLEPOV ~ 2/7/24

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---