WARNING! R-19 Not my story, for offline purposes only Summary : No! Please don't!" He moved his hand smoothly over Vivian's arm and swiftly swept her lips against his. Charmed by her tiny defiance, he slid his hand and stopped precisely under her curvy waist. "Ah... ... !" "What's wrong? You knew it would come to this as well." Though his words were intimidating, his touch was full of warmth. As if his temporary blindness was just a lie, his hands were vigorously seeking out her weaknesses and began his ruthless attack on them one after another. Vivian was unable to stop her moans under the hands of his lascivious and stimulating touches. On the very same bed that she had first climbed up to nurse his health, now it was herself that had been laid flatly to be enjoyed by him. Even though she knew that the quiver she felt in her lower abdomen was wrong, she couldn't help but to crave for his touch even more. "We are going to marry later, anyway." He smiled sweetly as he kissed Vivian. Alas, Vivian was silently crying inside. The Grand Duke wasn't aware that despite in a dream, she was never the fiancée whom he will be married to. She was merely a stranger.

***MATURE CONTENT *** ***Rated R*** *****WARNING ******* CONTAINS: Lots of music, humor, sexy guys......SEX......sarcasm, swearing, and twists you won't see coming.... YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ~~~ They all think I'm crazy. So, why not act like I'm crazy? ~~~ After an attempted suicide, Angelina finds herself being forced to attend therapy and to throw away her last year in high school. All they want is for her to admit why she tried something so drastic but the backlash would be devastating. So she decides to torture therapist after therapist until her 18th birthday where she'll be free of it all... But she didn't forsee Gavin coming into the picture... ~~~~

Book 1 "What's your name?" He asked firmly, staring at the young woman intently. "Myra." She answered softly, trying to stay calm. "Myra. Are you really as good as your husband claims?" He asked, stepping closer to her. Myra's knees shook with fear and shook her head desperately. "H-he lied. He's never touched me." She whimpered softly, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "Has anyone touched you?" He asked curiously. She shook her head again before answering weakly "No." He hummed, keeping his eyes stormy eyes on her face, watching her lips tremble with nervousness and fear. "Lie down." He demanded coldly. She quickly laid down on the bed, hoping whatever he does with her would be gentle. ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ Highest Ranking #1 Sexual Themes 30.06.2022 #2 Dark Romance 22.07.2022 #1 Innocent 09.08.2022 #3 Killer 12.08.2022 #8 Money #5 Rich #5 Abuse 06.08.2022 #8 Mafia 06.08.2022 #1 Mature 15.08 2022 #12 Romance 21.08.2022

I was just minding my own business, painting the walls outside the high school I went to, with spray paint. Okay maybe it's called graffiti, but I don't care. Either way, the cops came at the worst time, and I did what any rational person would do. I ran to the parking lot, broke into the only car in the lot, and sped out of there as fast as I could. Only problem was, I didn't realize there was someone sleeping in the back seat. • Damien Asher is the most feared Gang Leader to the Asher Noir Gang, so when he wakes up to someone driving his car like a madman, he was to kill them. That's until he notices it's a beautiful girl covered in paint, well that and the fact the cops are currently chasing them. So he does what he thinks is best; he kidnaps the girl who kidnapped him first.

She was not born a lady, she was made one. She was not born into wealth, she was given it. Laila is a woman of the king, and she fell in love with him, the day she first met him. Whether it was the kindness he'd shown her or the charming face and body he has, the attraction was there from the start. But King Stephan is not one to reciprocate such feelings, as Laila is one of the ten women he has in his castle. If only there was a way they could grow closer...secrets, lies, pain, war...all of which tears people apart, could actually be what brings them together. *** Turning to face him, she sees his lips curling into a smile, making her heart warm and fuzzy. He slowly puts his arm around her, giving her time to refuse. When she doesn't, he pulls her against his chest. Leaning into her he whispers, "You called me by my name, back in the hallway." "I...I apologize-" "Don't...I like it." Laila feels her core clench upon hearing his words. He tilts her chin laying a kiss on her neck. Biting back her moan, she closes her eyes, feeling him suck on her skin. "Mmh!" Stephan feels her arousal placing his lips on hers, his hand traveling down pushing up her dress as he caresses her skin.* Cover by @Sachi_Stark ! ♥

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*