Ares and Carter are two mafia kings feared and respected by all, but at night they fall on their knees only for one girl. ******** Ares stepped forward, eyes glittering with dark amusement. "Let's make one thing clear. We give, you take. You never give. If you do, we reject it. You submit, and we dominate. We're in control--always have been, always will be. When we speak, you say, 'Yes, sirs.' That's all." He paused, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "Now, get on your knees for us, Little one." I open my mouth to say something, to push back, to fight like I always do. But nothing comes out. My pride coils in my throat, and then I shock the hell out of myself. I drop. Right there in front of them, knees hitting the floor with a sharp thud that echoes in the charged silence. I, Regina Daniels--the girl who bows to no one--am on my knees. For them. It feels foreign. Wrong. Thrilling. But as I kneel, I make a silent vow. This is temporary. A moment I'll let them believe they've won. Because one day, they'll be the ones kneeling. For me. Carter moves first, his voice is a sinful murmur, thick with that dangerous French lilt. "Bonne fille." I shiver. "Now spread your legs for me. Wide, baby. Let daddy see just how much you want him." My head snaps up, heart hammering. My mind screams to run. But my thighs begin to part. What the hell am I getting myself into? ****

A single mother, a forbidden age gap, and a temptation society will never forgive.

Asya is the most promising ballerina the Royal Ballet has seen in years. Wildly ambitious, back-breakingly disciplined, and immensely driven, she has only one objective: prima ballerina. There is nothing she won't do to earn this once-in-a-generation title. But behind her ballerina grace she hides dark secrets of an inhumanly strict mother, pushing her body to cruel limits, and serial hookups with male dancers. Roman Zharnov is the star of the Russian ballet: young, successful, arrogant, beautiful, and worst of all, talented. He's come to London to clean up his reputation after a drug scandal nearly cost him his career. At the Royal Opera House he crosses paths with Asya, a nineteen-year-old soloist with spitfire in her eyes and a talent to match his own. Roman is convinced he's found the one ballerina that can keep up with him and his relentless work ethic, but Asya has a partner, and she wants to stay far away from the Russian prodigy with a reputation that won't seem to leave him alone. In the competitive world of classical ballet Asya is climbing the ranks and building a name for herself, but all the while she is playing a dangerous game behind the curtain. Roman is adamant they'd be a reverential on-stage match, but will soon find out that when it comes to Asya Radzevich, it's prima or nothing. • 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 by the amazing @mahgadahling • 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 Creature's plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains sexual content and mature themes such as eating disorders and drug abuse. More specific trigger warnings are listed in the foreword, and please read if caution if you feel that any of them might be harmful to you. • 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 There is some beautiful Creature oneshots up on @sofaroffbway's profile, and we also have a TikTok page, so come say hi @thecreatureworld!

Sixteen-year-old Ania Carter came to the New York Ballet Academy to dance, not to unravel a family. But when her talent catches the eye of the school's charismatic director, Mr. Link, she's pulled into a dangerous orbit of praise, power, and promises. Then there's Alex: his son. Arrogant, golden, and deeply alone. Their chemistry ignites, even as his father's shadow grows darker. Trapped between admiration and obsession, Ania must face the hardest question of all: When love feels like control, is it still love? Dear Readers, Thank you so much for joining me on this journey with Ania. I'll be posting 2-3 chapters per week, so stay tuned for what happens next. Your thoughts and feedback mean a lot, so feel free to share them anytime! beautiful__time

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

The world belongs to the giants now. Humans are gone, wiped out in a blink, and Lottie is all alone. Scared and helpless, she hides in the wreckage of a world she barely remembers, trying to stay invisible in a land made for beings far bigger than her. For weeks, she's stayed safe, silent, and unseen. But one day, she hears heavy footsteps coming closer. Someone has found her hiding spot. Who has found her, and what will they do when they see her? #1 in Agere , regression and diapers 22.01.25

A married women is stepping back in fear, saying no don't come near me, her back hit the wall. Then a man in fair color blocked her in-between him and wall. She turned her head away to side in fear. The Man neared her without hearing her pleas, she tried to push him using all her strength but he didn't even budged. Instead he gripped her hands tightly and held them against the wall. He leaned towards her leaving no Gap between them. He inhaled her scent and kissed in the nape of her neck. She felt disgusted and tried to free her hands, but he hold her hands even more tight which made her bangles to broke and fall to the ground. He continued to kiss her on her face. The girl is begging that man "leave me, please let me go I beg you let me go, please don't this to me, please please" " you are mine only mine, no one can separate you from me and tonight I will make you mine forever, with hook or nook" shouted that man. He tightly gripped her by her waist and pulled her closely towards him and tried to kiss her on lips. She moved her head in no. He held her back of neck and constrained it from moving and pulled her face closely to his face and forcedly tried to kiss her" 😐 Pragya a charming innocent girl finds herself as the Indian bride and wife of a British officer in her previous life who madly deeply loved her. she thought I was his wife in past life but in this life I am Pragya now. But what she don't know is that british officer is still in love with her. Will she able to live her life normally now🙄 Join Pragya in her journey.🥰

A devil rules a land of sin, whose soil whispers forbiddance. Zyran didn't know the meaning of desire being burned and one forced to be quiet. Until she came meandering into his land. All he wanted was her the moment she came before his eyes. A mistake of hers. According to him. Until he knew her biggest mistake. Her still loving her dead husband. "You are mine, no matter what." He say out loud for her to hear. "I am a widow." She again presses on the same thing. He smile at her, "A fucking cherry on the cake." Dark romance| 18+

'If you're done staring then please sit down' - Christian Valentino © sugarfairy1976 Best rankings! #1 sarcastic #1 sm #1 cute romance #1 Chloe #2 boss #4 millionaire #5 Christian #5 possessive #6 billionaire #8 humour #22 romance Under construction

A knife-throwing kleptomaniac, a soft spoken computer wiz, a sharp-shooting prankster, an observant genius and a hot-tempered pyromaniac walk into a bar... (Not literally, though) In the midst of adventure, danger, a missing best friend and painful heartache, Nikita and the guys find love in a rather unconventional but beautiful way. This is a Reverse Harem Story!