Charlotte. Sweet little doll, porcelain angel. Edgar de Loughrey did not have a thing for little girls. He had been with women, made love to a few of them. He'd looked at women plenty and seen enough in the nude to know he was attracted. He did not fancy little girls. . . . But he fancied this one. [ Not for everyone. There is a big age gap ]

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐭." Starved and desperate, Mari Milch, a daughter of a late reverend accepts a caretaker position for a blind and grumpy middle-aged man in a reclusive estate. She knew the job isn't going to be easy, yet is it too much to ask for the man to treat her decently?

"She's my honeydew. Sweeter than most, and the best in every way." --- Jealous, grumpy, and glaring Ryland Andrews needs a little sweetness in his life, and who better to give it to him than his crush of 6 years. Bubbly, talkative, and a little too obsessed with chocolate milk, Lizzie May Cooper is just the sugar rush he wants and needs. A whirlwind of origami, chocolate milk, fuzzy socks and dad jokes, all Ryland and Lizzie want is a taste of sweet, honeydew love. -- Started: 4/10/22 -- TW: strong language, mentions of suicide, etc. -- ©All Rights Reserved, only on Wattpad

❝art saved you when i couldn't.❝ about a girl, a wicked man, and a camera. [negan x oc]

Pandemic, where a barely legal, innocent, but determined little girl will do anything to protect her mother from the virus spread in the world. The littlest skirts, thigh high socks, poutiest lips and biggest doe eyes will be her only weapons in this big bad world. And she's crazy enough to use them. ---------- (This story is a dark one, it is fiction, a product of my imagination. It contains mature themes. The facts may be wrong intentionally.)

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

Aurora Faye is fragile, just by her name shouts out innocent and sweet. Not to mention she is half fae (fairy) & and a pinch of angel. Her core and soul is the purest amongst any breed. As if she thought of her life was planned out, her life turns for the worst. Stumbles upon her mate, who saves her from vile unfortunate event. But it isn't all sunshine and romance... Never the less her mate was the great Logan Crane, alpha of Lipan; one of the highest pack since the beginning of time. He reeks of power & control, is known to be ruthless, merciless, and deadly. Also was possessive and protective, had no empathy. There wasn't a witch, vampire, or wolf who hadn't heard of Alpha Crane... all but little Aurora. Poor thing, been sheltered her whole life, being forced to live with this hallow soul of a person. But he isn't the only species that want to claim Aurora Faye as his, towards her journey that she never that she would come upon, certain things from her past begin to unravel. Giving her a choice..... Terrified by her very own mate, can she truly love him or try to leave? But once Logan claimed her as his, there is no escaping. Logan Crane always gets what he wants, and he wants Aurora

Catholicism is the only thing Delilah knows, in and out. She is devout to her Lord and Saviour, and she plans on staying it until she eventually kicks the bucket. Father Roman Hernández has been a priest for as long as he can remember, and although it's not the profession he wanted from the get-go, he has to succumb, and deal with it. Is their faith strong enough to withhold their connection? And can angelic Delilah Mansoar choose the path of righteousness, or will she walk down the road of pleasure, danger and dependence? this book is 18+. If you're not that, then act like it when you read this.

"So, Kaden-" "It's Kade." "Which I'm assuming is short for Kaden, so I'm gonna call you Kaden." She says with a smile, making a little dimple pop on her right cheek. "You look like a fancy business kinda dude. Are you a Mafia Don? You gonna kill me?" She interrogates. Fuck this. I stand up, grabbing my suit jacket and walking towards the door. "Ah, no discussing in public places. You wanna take this somewhere private." She says, following me making me grunt in annoyance. "Aye, no touching my goodies, alright? I know Karate." She warns. ~~~~~~ lol i suck at writing descriptions just read it <3

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."