you gone be the death of me... but i love you

*A reverse-harem fantasy romance* The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she's accepted that she'll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she's only experienced through stories from her parents.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

I want to kiss her so bad. Her face is right there, infront of me and those eyes fuck me. I grabbed her chin pulling her head up. She's looking at me. I lean down placing my hand on her waist and pulling her in. We're pressed against each other now and she smells so fucking good my heart can barely take it. "I've wanted to do this for a long time". I whispered above her whisper inching her closer and a whimper escaped her lips. "May I". I asked and she nods her head before I slam my lips right over hers. Taking in her scent. Her lips are so soft. The soft moans she's letting. Fuck. She makes insane. [Grumpy x sunshine] ♡♡♡♡ "I'd risk my soul for her" ♡♡♡♡ Seventy days -started: Friday 8 July -finished: Saturday 29th july ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Enjoy..... <3

"Because I want Lorenzo Russi. I am the one that deserves him, not Casey. Of all the years he was with her, she said he loves her. She really believes after sleeping in separate bedrooms for almost seventeen years, from not even receiving a kiss from the man. That he loved her? That he wouldn't dare to leave her for me. But I'm the one wearing his third generation great grandmother's ring, not a basic store bought ring that Casey has. Did you know that this stone was tanzanite? There's only few stones that were ever mined, such a beautiful rarity. Just how my husband describes me, a rarity. Lorenzo knew, he knew that it was to be on my finger. Not Casey or any other woman." The drama and lust fueled love story between The Don of the Russi Family and his woman. This story contains severe explicit content. #1 in #wmbw 9/22/2023 #1 in #woman 10/8/2023

"Meeting you was fate.. Becoming your friend was a choice.. But falling in love with you I had no control over." -Teresa Conroy "When wounds are healed by love, the scars are beautiful." -David Bowles Enjoy the intense tragic love story between a Russian Don and his Flower. Imani and Valis Kholodov. This story contains severe explicit content. #1 in #Russian on 8/28/23 #1 in #Pleasure on 8/28/23 #1 in #List on 9/21/23 #1 in #Man on 4/23/24 #1 in #mafialife © All Rights Reserved

The Punisher: I'm a savage on the ice. Violence is my life - until I meet her. The fragile girl with a forced smile. I should let her go. But instead, I make her a deal: Obey me, and I'll join your team. When she breaks my rules, I punish her. When she submits, I praise her. But she's sinking under my skin, and it's ruining everything. She was supposed to be my plaything, just a sacrificial lamb. So why do I crave her surrender? I should have kept this a dark game. But now, I'm the one losing. The Praised: My body is my enemy. My mother made sure of that. I binge, I break, and I hide behind my shame. Until he finds me - the man on every sports channel. The hockey god with a wicked smirk and a promise: Submit, and he'll show mercy. But he doesn't play fair - he destroys. My boundaries. My pride. My defenses. And worst of all... my heart. I should hate his games. But when he praises me, I burn for more. So, is this love... or a game I'll never escape?

"no, more than emotionally invested, showing you all my imperfections.." my works #4.

"I can tell you my 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 confessions, but then they'll become your hidden truths." 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟤𝟤, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟧, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦