As we pull up in front of my mansion, I prepare myself for the conversation I'm about to have with my wife. It's a little after midnight and I see the blinds move in the living room and I know she is awake. Awake and pissed. As I walk through the front door, I hear her padding towards me. I'm not scared of much. But all 5'0 of my wife is terrifying. She is fuming as she walks to me but then I notice the confusion as she stares at the bundle of blankets in my arms. Thinking quickly, I push the baby into her arms. She can't hit me if she is holding a baby. "Ares?!" She whisper yells. She looks at the baby and then her eyes snap up to mine. "Hello my love." I peck her lips while she is still in shock. "Don't 'hello my love' me! Where did this baby come from?!" She isn't looking at me anymore. She is stroking the baby's cheek. She is completely mesmerized by her already. "Her father is no longer of this earth. Her mother died giving birth to her. She is alone. She is almost two." Her eyes snap to mine. "Two? She looks much younger than that." "She has had a hard life. Her father was into drugs. I haven't heard her speak other than crying." "Poor baby." I stand there watching my wife fall in love with the toddler. "What's her name?" My beautiful wife asks. "McKenna." "She's beautiful." She whispers. "She's ours." "What?" She looks at me with tears in her eyes. I don't own any pictures #1 in Breastfeeding - November 2, 2021 #2 in Toddler - November 2, 2021 #1 in Nursing - November 8, 2021 #2 in Adopted - November 29, 2021

Victoria Smith had always been a shy girl, as no one really cared about her. She felt like she had no one in the world (well, except for her cat). One night, she finds that maybe that loneliness was about to end. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" -Please-, take a look at the TAGS before reading. This is a DDLG story.

Like the collision of two stars, they crashed into each other, unexpectedly and unforgivingly. Avni perceives him as an intrusive man. Despite the irresistible and suave charms, she is determined to avoid him. Except for Viransh, she is a risk and a mystery that he vows to unravel and uncover the shattered woman hidden beneath the facade of an impudent heiress. Amidst the chaos, they draw closer to each other, sailing toward the shore of love. But shadows of their past loom like giant waves, threatening to turn over their fragile ship. So does the billowing black smoke of secrets inscribed in Avni's diary. Will they let the tempest of their pasts consume them? Or will they build an anchor of strength to weather the storm together?

Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

Him: Successful, rich, intelligent, harsh, fuckboy-that's what the media says about him. But away from cameras, he's a twisted, cruel bastard; a nightmare. A man oozing power and danger; a lethal combination. He doesn't kneel before anyone, in fact, you kneel before him. Her: A sweet yet hot-headed and ill-tempered lady, prideful but humble. She was intelligent indeed, with big dreams and visions set. But as the daughter of a corrupt politician, her fate was sealed without choice. She was the mafia's unwanted bride, but also the only person he would ever kneel for. ~ Started: 18 jan #1 in arab #2 in mafiaboss #2 in mobster

"I want to be a dad but I don't want a woman" Despite having everything one could ever Dream of he wasn't satisfied ,he wasn't happy. His biggest desire was to be a....... Dad He had lost his faith in women and relationship but still desires to have a child and is ready to do anything. Y/n is an Orphan, in desperate need of money. She needs money even if she has to lend her womb for 9 months. Can these both live under the same roof and abide by the designed contract? What makes y/n so desperate for money? What is his past?

[COMPLETED] Agent Isobel Diaz is apart of the FBI's Secret Operations Unit. Until she makes a fatal mistake and her mission goes sideways, leaving her responsible for the death of her partner. She goes undercover on a high risk mission as an attempt to save her reputation, but what will she do when she falls in love with the man she's expected to convict? #2 in realistic fiction #2 in FBI agent #5 in suspense

When Vega Moore was 13 her mother was murdered by a crime lord with a grudge against her father. After the tragedy the two moved from the town of Parkville Florida to Detroit Michigan. Her father needed a break from work and she needed therapy, so he went back to being a street cop and she took up kickboxing and the help she knew she needed. Four years later and their back. Back to their town, her father back to his job, and Vega back to the high school she would have been in if it wasn't for the move. But what happens when the girl who the whole town knew..wasn't what they remembered? What happens when the girl who used to catch butterflies and pick flowers with her mother turns up as a dark haired danger with a sense of justice she can take just a bit too far? When she walks with gait befitting a predator more than a girl? When she takes being good to borderline deadly? And then what happens when she collides with the son of the man she credits for destroying her life? Trouble.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.