A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"Ellie.. " he warned when I gently squeezed his hard bludge over the slacks causing him to cursed underneath his breathe. Mason wrapped his hand around my neck pulling my face closer to his. "I Know what are you trying to do, bella" he Whispered. A sexy smirk playing on his handsome face when I moaned feeling his another hand sliding down between my legs massaging me roughy. "And if you don't cut it out. I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good" One friday night, Ellie Rose - A breathtaking beautiful, gorgeous, innocent and successful lawyer end up encountering with a handsome- well, Insanely Handsome, Gorgeous and Sexiest man alive. Little does she knew, he's one of the most powerful and highly successful Businessman of italy. To Ellie, it was just one night stand but to him, it was something more and he wasn't planning to let her go so easily. Things started to get too much heated between them as their every night turn out to be wild and full of passionate. But.. what dark secret is Mason Williams hiding? Warning: Mature language and Adult, sexual scene. The story will be edited once it get done.

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ------------------------------------------ "What the hell did I just tell you? Let me go" "No" He looked at me for some time and his eyes started to dissolve. He closed his eyes and I felt his body tensing up, his jaw clenched and it made his facial features sharper. He opened his beautiful eyes, he looked at me and said "fuck it" And smashed his lips against mine. ------------------------------------------ ||FAST PACED BOOK||

Fair Warning, contents of this story contain mature content, not suitable for readers under 18 or those sensitive to traumatic triggers. Devils' Possession Jäkel (Translation: Devil) 🏆 #1 in #forcedrelationship When a society is so tainted the lines between right and wrong intertwine, the definition between black and white blur, morals become a matter of opinion, religion is yet but a suggestion and heaven and hell are just a fiction of your imagination but what if the Bible was right? Would you believe it if you saw it yourself? What if the damnation of mankind has caused The Kingdom above the crumble and the Underworld to rise, rise but you cannot see it. Perhaps everything is not as it seems. But what happens when Tamara Baronetti suffers from what she thought was sleep paralysis, terrified by a man with devilish eyes, thinking him to be but a fiction of her imagination only to later learn she truly is being visited by a man in the flesh which she will later find is the historic towns private and reclusive Jäkel Drott, better know to the underworld as the king of hell. But what if The Devil himself starts to feel more then infatuation for Tamara, will he recognize emotions not inherent to his kind or nature? Will Tamara forgive him for his cruelties? He had been watching her with interest since she was a young girl, the day she cried out to whoever would listen to her as she mourned her parents death and disappearance from her life, little did she know that he had taken it upon himself to listen to her cries, paved a way to her success and watched her closely through the years until the Devil himself could no longer keep his hands to himself. *If there are any details lacking you'd like information on, please leave a comment and I will address them* Thank you!

"Stop overthinking this, Angel... and just feel me!" ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Erika Ricci, 24, never expected a patient like him to knock her off her high horse. Brandon A. King, 26, was immediately attracted to the young physician. His charming ways lure her in, but will his past and all the secrets he keeps to himself drive them apart? Scalpel meets fists and guns. Once they collide like wild fire, there's no turning back. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Copyright © 2020 by Dear_joanna. All rights reserved. !!Contains mature themes & language!! Pictures used in chapters belong to their rightful owners.

Kayla becomes an inter at Knight Industries not knowing she'd meet third generation mafia leader, Aris Knight. The man that she can barely talk to without mumbling over her words. When she becomes her intership consist of being his personal assistant. She becomes tangled in his world. Will she break if off once finding out who he is? Or will their love be strong enough. Aris Knight, determined to find the killers of his unborn brother. At first he was cold with his new intern. knowing can't have any distractions. Though soon enough Kayla begins to break down the walls he worked so hard to build up. She slips through the cracks and he caves. Will he have his happily ever after? Or will he break his and Kayla's heart and forever? #7 in slowburnish - 07.07.22 #5 in caretaker - 12.27.22 #1 in slow burnish - 12.27.22 #4 in caretaker - 12.28.22 #2 in caretaker - 02.18.23 #4 in violent - 03.19.23 #1 in caretaker - 10.08.24

"I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,"he whispered in my ear as he breathed down my neck leaving small kisses here and there. "If you want me to stop cupcake say it now because I won't be able to control myself for much longer." He bites my nipple and I cry out as my fingers grip his hair harshly. "Don't stop,"I moan as his fingers trail down my stomach and he dips his finger inside me. Started : 6th April 2020 Completed:30th April 2020