This is another DDlg story. But not one that you've read, no, I've decided to make things a little different. Instead of the main character being this shy innocent girl who is always played by Joanna Kuchta.. Meet Jezebel Reynolds, 17 year old orphan, and watch her journey as a little in the slightly more realistic world of DDlg. Hey, it's a story about a rich successful guy and a teenage orphan.. There is only so much 'real' that I can do with a plot like that. Enjoy.

"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."

Macey, a bratty submission, finds herself bumping into an older man who reeks of dominance and from that moment she wanted nothing more than to submit and when he laid eyes on her, he wanted nothing more than to make her his. [Rewritten] [Rewriting]

"What did Daddy say babygirl?" Gale spoke. "Not to." I whispered as he let out a growl. "And did you listen?" Luke snapped impatiently. "Well, no. It wasn't my fault.." I sighed. "Boys she's scared." Derek said. He's my favorite. "She broke the rules. What happens when rules get broken?" Luke sneered at me. "I get punished?" I hesitated. "Good girl." Gale spoke softly. I'm in over my head... Book 1 of 2. (Wattpad deleted my story so I have to go back and rewrite it. Let me know if there is a way to see it without me having to rewrite it all. Hope you enjoy..)

❝ you can deny all you want, lie to yourself, play with your girl toys, try to convince yourself that it's better, but in the end, you'll always come back to me. And you know why? ❞ ❝ because I'm mommy's little boy. ❞ ❝ exactly. ❞ ˎˊ- ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ started: 26.06.19┃ongoing. jungkook. mommy! reader © lovemesenpai┃2019

"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses begin to crumble.