"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

"Now why don't you be a good girl for daddy and open that pretty little mouth of yours, my darling," he demanded, with my lips coming in contact with his thumb. A blush creeping onto my cheeks as I began to suck, looking up into his eyes. He gritted his jaw, his smoldering stare not leaving my gaze once, as he advised, "that's it." • Stephen James, the notorious player, known to not care about anyone except himself, but that changes when he meets half his age, Janie Adair, the good girl with daddy issues. Everything becomes complicated when he becomes more intrigued with Janie than he wanted. But what happens when he doesn't get what he wants? Warning • Sexual Content, Mature Themes, and Triggering Subjects.

POV: Alexandrovich Rostislavsky I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so she was looking up at me. "You want my cock, you little whore? You want Daddy to fuck you hard and deep?" She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Daddy. Please, I need it." I pulled her up roughly, my hands gripping her hips as I threw her onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud. "Turn over," I commanded, my voice unyielding. "Ass in the air." Warning ⚠️ Big Age gap BDSM Step-daughter X step-dad Daddy issue Controlling! Taboo Abandonment issue Attachment issue Celina Valentina had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private tutors, an army of servants-yet behind her manicured smile was a girl twisted by privilege and neglect. She was spoiled rotten but lonely. To the public, Alexandrovich was the epitome of refinement-a billionaire tycoon with a golden tongue and a genius for empire-building. But behind closed doors, he ruled a darker kingdom. The truth? He was one of the most feared figures in the Russian underworld. A kingpin cloaked in Savile Row suits, trafficking in blood, weapons, and secrets. If there was money in it, he had a hand in it. And he didn't hesitate to kill. No big money is clean Celina's mother, Emma, had learned that too late. After three years of walking on glass, she fled in the night-terrified after Alexandrovich discovered her lies. She abandoned her daughter to save her life. Now she is 19 and alone in the labyrinth of his mansion, Celina lives under the iron grip of her stepfather's rules. Yet as the years pass, fear gives way to fascination. She watches him from the shadows-his power, his control, the way the world bends around him. And something dangerous stirs inside her a desire she hade for him. What happens when the devil becomes the only man you crave? THE STORY HAS MANY PLOT TWISTS SOOOO DONT BE TOO SURPRISED!!!! Guys, I'm still editing it!!

"But...you promised..." She sniffled trying her best not to bawl her heart out. "You promised me you wouldn't hurt anybody if I come with you..." She was biting her lips harshly, trying to keep her emotions at bay. His heart tightened and his face softened a little, but not enough to feel apologetic for his actions. Cupping her flushed cheeks with his calloused hands, he cooed, "Baby, I did not broke my promise. That fuc-," he cleared his throat, not wanting to curse infront of his baby and continued, "I mean, that man got what he deserved for attempting to take you away from me. He brought this to himself." "But he is my brother!" She cried out suddenly. He was trying so hard not to smile as she just looked so madly adorable, but he didn't want to anger his baby even more so he just decided on sighing, growing tired of this conversation as she was his either way, he caressed her soft cheeks with his thumb before bringing it forward and pressed his lips on her wet ones. She froze, her cheeks still damped with tears. He pulled away and spoke to her earnestly before she even had the chance to open her mouth, "Baby, you are mine and I will get rid of anybody and I mean, anybody who ever dared to take you away from me. You are mine and mine only. You should have known that by know." ••• He was known to be the most powerful mafia leader who killed people that did him wrong in the slightest bit and one who was rumored to be heartless---literally. Everyone who had ever crossed paths with him trembled with fear whenever his name was spoken. And those who had never met him prayed to never bumped into the ruthless man. Poor, little Aurora one day stumbled across his path. And that same, unfortunate day, he claimed her as his. ••• In which a ruthless mafia leader treated a young girl who thought the world as a place filled with sunshine and rainbows, like a princess, unknown to the rest of the world behind the cold facade that he always puts up.

"Sweetheart, you disobeyed us, when we tell you to do something you do it," King muttered, his breath hitting the shell of my ear. I was focused on the three sets of hands-on me how they didn't miss how my body responded to them. We were in the back of the club, me being ambushed after I walked off stage. They had told me to quit my job, that they would take care of me. No matter how relieving that may be, I wasn't going to rely on anyone again. But I didn't think of the consequences if I didn't obey them. After their unspoken promise for punishment when they told me to never walk on that stage again unless I'm dancing for them and only them. I disobeyed them, and I could feel the cruel intent broiling under the surface of their cool facade. King was standing behind me, Alexander and Cade were standing in front of me. Alexander was pulling the straps of my bra down my shoulders, Cade had his hand wrapped around my throat, and King's fist was wrapped in my hair, pulling my neck back. "Get your pretty ass dressed. Then you are coming home with us. We'll teach you what happens when you forget who you belong to," Alexander said with a cruel smile on his face. My heart was racing, and I started to break out in a sweat. My chest was rising and falling with the quick breaths I took, and I knew they would never hurt me the way I knew they could. They wanted to protect me, is what they said. But how much of what they say can I believe? --------------------------------------- This is a mature story, and I'm not bothering with saying 18+ because that would be a joke. So proceed with caution if your mind hasn't been tainted. (nearly impossible considering you are on this app).

"You're my little girl understand princess?" Leah Emer is 21 years old who lives by herslef in LA. She hides her little side from the world but she soon won't have to. One day Leah was reading on the floor in the isle of a book store when she saw a man leaning on a book shelf smiling at her. "What are you looking at princess?" "I'm not your princess." The man smiled to himself and laughed. "Soon you will be."

Warning:- Mature content. Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead. "Do it again and I will break your legs..." He warned. Her eyes filled with tears. "Chief, I am sorry... I didn't want to, but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..." She sobbed. Dominick grabbed her chin harshly. "Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..." He gritted, and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with a jerk. "Please don't punish me... I am sorry" She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears. "I don't want to do it, chief, please... I am scared of this... Please, please..." She cried. "Strip..." He ordered while walking towards the wall. Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear, she ran towards the door, but the poor girl didn't know that she couldn't open it. ***** Grace is a nice and intelligent girl, but her kindness is her enemy. She was living a happy and peaceful life until a Mob boss knocked on her door. Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes. But does this devil have a heart? How will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? How long can she do it for her father? After all, it's not easy to have sex with a mob boss. (It's a sample)

"Just say the word baby and i'll make all the tingles go away" Gladis husked whispering in my ears sending shivers down my spine... that did nothing but helped at increasing the feeling in my stomach But what word? "W- What are you talking about Gla- Gladis" I asked not sure what to say, or do I? "I know that you know it baby, that word that you were thinking about looking at me that made you look flustered, come on pumpkin, say it" he growled lowly the last part while parting my legs with his own, his face laying next to my neck, I can feel his breath by my ears, both his hands securing each side of me, making sure i don't budge Wait, did i say parting my legs? Oh God... "Please" it sounded more like a whisper. He chuckled darkly and looked at me right in eyes "You know thats not it baby" "P- Please...I-" "Please what? " I just whimpered shifting my eyes everywhere but him. "Asia" he growled harshly, knowing that he's gonna be harsh, agressive with me... "Please Da- Daddy" And with that I set the beast off. _________________________________________ Asia Marie Davidson ❤️ Gladis Emmanuel Moore ❤️