Maeve has always been haunted by the loss of her parents, retreating into a world of solitude with her closest friends and her cat, Archie. But after a chance encounter with the captivating couple, Scarlett and Reese, her world is turned upside down. Maeve is irresistibly drawn to their gentle dominance and protective nature, stirring unfamiliar emotions. As she navigates these feelings and her complicated past, Maeve must decide if she's ready to open her heart to the powerful connection they offer-and trust that their care could help her heal in ways she never imagined. **************** "Come here little one," Reese murmured, reaching out. Maeve's arms fell around his neck as he scooped her up, cradling her against his chest like she was the most delicate thing in the world. She trembled slightly in his hold, her body exhausted but still shaken. Scarlett fell into step beside them, her gaze lingering on Maeve, concern softening the usual sharpness in her expression. As Scarlett shifted beside Maeve, her voice was soft but warm. "Hey Bunny, it's just me. Don't worry, we're going to take care of you, okay?" Her soothing tone melted through Maeve's defenses as Maeve nodded slowly, the tears still glistening in her eyes. Scarlett's touch was firm yet gentle as she guided Maeve's hands in hers, offering both comfort and quiet strength.

⚠️UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠️ "There's my pretty girl." "We have different definitions of pretty." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Braelyn Whitlock, a contemporary dancer since birth, meets two men who change her life forever. Dispite the way she was raised and the strict rules of her father, Braelyn pursues the two men, allowing them to break her free of her etiquette.. Allowing them to ruin her. When her father threatens her and her men, she has to make a decision that could change the course of her future. But does her future include the men who changed it? Will she be able to keep her hands on both of them? Or will she be forced to pursue a future without them? Read to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: All character names and some places are completely fictional. Any relations with real life are completely coincidencial. This book is 100% originally thought out by me. Any similarities to other books are completely coincidencial.

I like older men. And I like to be paid for it. But he's no daddy. Not the type I usually go for. #1 kink #1 olderman #1 sugarbaby #1 sugardaddy

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

When I was a kid, there was one person I loved more than anyone or anything. He was my protector, my saviour, my everything...until one day he just left. He left me behind to suffer whilst he went off living his carefree life. He forgot all about me but I never forgot him. Now, after all this time, he thinks he can just swoop back in and insert himself into my life like nothing ever happened? And he expects me to thank him for it? Not happening. I'm not the same little girl he remembers, and from here on out, I intend to make his life hell, just like he did to mine... No matter how hard it is to resist all these new feelings I have towards him. Oh, and the best part about that? He's my step-uncle.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Lavender has lived her entire life sheltered developing extreme anxiety, what happens when she moves away alone, and meets a professor who sees to her dependency. :') not edited, updates consistently- okay kinda consistently. tysm for giving my book a try & be nice too or else :p

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"