After losing everything-her parents, her boyfriend, and the future she thought she wanted-(Y/N) is just trying to make it through her last semester of college before her baby arrives. When her best friend Carly convinces her to join a road trip to a football game, it's supposed to be one last chance at normalcy before motherhood changes everything. But the detour to the quiet, forgotten town of Ambrose changes more than she ever expected. A broken-down car leads the group to a decaying gas station run by Bo Sinclair-a man with sharp eyes, grease-stained hands, and a calm drawl that hides something darker. From the moment Bo notices her, something unspoken hums between them: curiosity, danger, and a flicker of recognition neither of them can explain. As secrets beneath Ambrose's waxy perfection begin to surface, (Y/N) finds herself caught between survival and an unsettling connection with the man who might destroy her-or save her. A story of loss, longing, and the strange beauty that can grow in the darkest places. ------- I've never written a story before, so please be kind! I'm just a simple reader with ideas I want to put on "paper". That said, I do use AI to help polish my writing and add extra detail, so I can't and won't take full credit for everything

Grace Stevens is a 27 year old women who works with Ed and Lorraine Warren. Grace met the Warren's when she was 23 after moving from the UK to America. What will happen when Ed loses Lorraine? Who will he turn to? How will he work and raise his daughter alone? Will he find a new lover?

Rose Hamilton had a great childhood. She has everything she ever wanted. Until one day, she was kidnapped by robbers. Rose managed to escape but realized she was half way across the country from her parents. She was now lost on the streets until one day she met three attractive men. What kind of friendship will they form? Or will it be something more? SN: This is a ddlg story. If you are unaware of what ddlg is, I suggest getting informed before reading.

"Where do you think you're going little one." Ace's warm breath caresses the back of my neck, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me towards him causing me to feel his hard bulge on my lower back. "Home." I voiced out meekly, clenching my thighs together as I felt my panties dampening. "But you're already home, babygirl." This time it was Roman who spoke as he dropped wet kisses along my jaw and neck causing my breath to hitch and a loud moan to escape my mouth. It wasn't the fact that these men were dangerous that had me hesitating, it was the fact that they were my stepbrothers. "I'm not your little one or babygirl and please refrain from touching me, brothers." I made sure to put emphasis on the word 'brothers', hoping their conscious stops their actions. "Wrong, it's 'daddies' for you, princess." Vincent whispered, his lips brushing against mine. My brows furrowed and my face morphed into a confused expression causing all three brothers to chuckle. ________________________ Bella Hearst is your average girl who gets pushed into a mess. After her mom's fifth marriage, she plans on escaping, knowing that her new stepfather and stepbrothers are people who you don't want to get involved with. But life has other things planned for her when her stepbrothers take a sudden interest in her.

A pre-apocalyptic love story about a young woman and her taboo relationship with her Dad's best friend, Merle Dixon. Will their budding relationship blossom, or will people do their best to destroy what's between them? This fic is for 18+ only! There will be smut, violence, drug use, and Merle acting like Merle. I rarely put warnings on my chapters, but some will have them because the shit that happens in this fic is off the hook! Hope y'all enjoy it. Originally completed April 2017 Original reads before Wattpad nuked my old account - 80K

"It is not nice to listen in on very important matters." He had called her out from her hiding spot. The minute he had looked at her, she saw his eyes turn from muddy brown to black in a matter of seconds. Though young, Willow was a beauty; a sight to behold. Black raven hair, silk and shiny always laid neatly in a braid atop her head. Her skin was sun kissed pale compared to her tribe, and blue-grey eyes; were a sight to behold. A wicked beast lusts for her, but she was meant to mate with a barbarian; king of lethal beasts.

"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)

You are an ex freelance reporter who was recently hired at. You get partnered with the notorious Eddie Brock, a reporter with no filter and a secret. What will happen between the two of you when you start working on a story about the new anti-hero of San Francisco, Venom